Page 41 of Cut Me Down

“Please what, little wolf? Be specific.” I push myself in only an inch. Letting her feel the many others she’s missing. Her walls clench, trying to pull more of me in.

“Fuck me, please. I need it.” She whines, and that’s where every ounce of my self-control disappears. I plunge back into her, pull out, and do it again. Harder and faster, I dive into her, getting all the way down to my base every time. Hitting that special spot that makes her legs shake, and I become entranced by the sound of her pussy getting wetter and wetter for me with every thrust. “Oh, God! Damien!” I hear her scream. The greedy noise feeling like a punch to the gut, and as much as I want to finish right now, I want to hear her beg more. I need to hear more.

I feel her pleasurable trembles race through her body as her pussy clench down on me again. Orgasm is calling both of our names. My balls tighten and the pressure at the bottom of my spine builds. I want to explode inside her and paint her walls white. Make a home out of her pussy and domesticate my cock for the night.

But because I apparently like to torture myself, I refrain. The need to dominate her completely washes over me. I need her to really feel what I can do for her. Claim her and ruin her for anyone else but me, and make sure she knows that no other man will ever be good enough for her again.

So, I withdraw myself. Leaving only the tip inside her again and still. A needy, frustrated growl escapes her throat as I contemplate my next move. She’s not near ready for me to fuck that sweet ass, but she needs to feel her whole body give itself over to me. Every muscle. Every nerve. Every last strand of her being needs to be mine.

Curling her hair in my fingers, I yank her head back again to keep her painful pleasure present, but not enough to send her over as I lean to her ear. I look over her perfectly bowed body. As smooth and curved as Apollo’s archery bow.

“I want to make one thing extremely clear, Ashia. This body is mine. That mouth is mine. This fucking pussy is MINE.” She gasps lightly and nods in my grasp. I can see the sweat beginning to bead on her forehead and glisten on her body. It wracks with trembles, and I know that she needs to come so badly that it looks almost painful. “Say it.”

She swallows harshly again and tries to move her body against me. Desperate for friction.

I graze my lips on her ear before biting down on the lobe and pulling back. “I said say it.” I demand.

“It’s yours… All yours…” She says through pants.

“What’s mine?” I yank on her hair for emphasis.

“Everything… All of me…” Her voice quakes.

“You’re damn fucking right.” I slam myself inside her again with a powerful thrust and keep myself buried to the hilt inside of her. “Same rule as the first time, little wolf. Don’t come until I tell you to. If you do so before, you’ll be punished. Understand?” She moaningly nods her head, panting from her loss of breath. “Keep your ass up like I have it.” She nods as I move my left hand to her nipple and begin to pinch. My right hand doing the same to her clit before it swirls her swollen and throbbing bead with consistent pressure.

I start ravaging her again. Fucking her senseless as our panting sets its own harsh beat. Looking between our rocking bodies, my eyes lock onto the way my cock moves in and out of her. The way her pussy swallows me and envelopes me. Making my dick shine with her juices. Milking me for my soul. My balls begin to tighten again at the sight.

“God, you should see how well you take me, baby!” I growl through gritted teeth, my voice sounding rough and strained.

That pressure in my lower back is increasing more and more, ready to pop, but I painfully hold it together. I want my desire for her to steal her breath. I want her to come so hard that she can’t tell what’s real or not. She needs to want it so badly that she’s willing to grovel for it. I want her drooling and completely wrecked.

Her ass bounces off of me again and again as she throws her hips back. Her firm cheeks rippling every time they hit my hips. The straps only allow her to go so far and do so much, but as I watch her body jerk with every thrust, and her fingers stretch out and curl around the fabric, I soak in every ounce of her pleasure.

It's not long before she’s crumbling in the palm of my hand. I feel her muscles tighten even more, her legs shake violently, and her ability to be quiet and only let small whimpers and moans out has evaporated. She’s screaming now. The shrill sound making a straight line to my throbbing dick. Her scratched screams making it nearly impossible for me not to come. She clenches around me so tightly that her walls flutter, and it almost makes me beg for her instead.

My muscles tense, making my whole body taut as I keep the steady, relentless pace. Pounding into her so ruthlessly that a new, deeper, soul-sucking sound forces its way out of her mouth. Her back somehow arching even more and adjusting her hips so that I could hit a deeper spot I wasn’t before.

I’m not going to fucking make it. The pressure is too much. Her voice is too much. Her beautiful, glowing, slick with sweat skin is too much. Her divine, tight, made-for-a-God pussy is too much. I’m going to come inside her so hard that she’ll be too full to walk….

“Oh, God! Damien! Damien, please! Please let me come!” She finally begs, and the relieved breath I blow out is almost concerning.

Thank. Fucking. God.

“Come for me, little wolf!” That’s all she needed, all we both needed, to go flying over the edge together. She comes screaming, panting, and sobbing. Her pussy grips me like a vice as it pulses against me. My dick grows even larger and throbs as I bury myself inside her as far as I can go and still, emptying myself. My balls tighten and shrivel as every last ounce of my seed spills into her, causing my body to twitch and jerk at the force of it. I hold her close to me, stabilizing her through her quakes as my burrowing dick makes that home out of her pussy. A mixture of her sweet nectar and my cum drips on to the bed, showing evidence of my now completely empty balls.

Fuck, she is unlike anyone else. I can tell that she’s going to have me so pussy-whipped I’d give her anything she wanted if she’d let me bury my dick in her. Still holding her close, my heart thunders against her back. Like it’s trying to claw it’s way free of my chest into hers so it can nestle next to her own pounding muscle.

I run my hand over her body. Reveling in the feeling of her still trembling form. Whispering adoring praises as I attempt to calm her raging body. Leaning down and wrapping my arms around her, I seep into the feeling of our sweat covered bodies sticking together. The smell of sex and exertion fills the room, and I’ve never smelled something so sweet.

I plant a few gentle kisses to her neck as I start to untie the scarves. The urge to have her body melt against mine is too great to resist any longer.

Chapter sixteen

Ashia

‘The Beauty of the Rain’ – Dar Williams

I see stars. As I reach to the heavens for them, I feel weightless. Like if I were to stop breathing, I'd only have to climb one step to heaven. Pearly gates right at my fingertips. The only thing still present is the grip on my limbs and the weight on my lips, and even that is waiting to fly away. The most mind-blowing sex of my life has my mind in a fog that is only now starting to clear.

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