Page 75 of Cut Me Down

“Oh, don’t worry, little wolf. When I start touching you, I'm not going to stop. I'm going to ruin you, just like a villain should.” I then watch as Damien undresses. Removing everything but the mask and leaving him even more exposed than I am. He pushes his rock-hard body against me again. Letting the electricity bounce between our skin before he slides down my body. Gliding and rubbing his skin against mine as he gets down on a knee.

Forcefully, he digs his fingers into my thighs, spreads my legs, lifts them on top of his shoulders, and immediately begins lapping into me. I grind my hips into his face to take his devouring movements. Taking turns between his teeth scraping and his thumb circling, putting pressure on my throbbing clit. His tongue is expertly tending to my entrance. Just lightly grazing the pulsing flesh, but not enough to really count. I look down to see his head move with the mask and I feel the warmth it brings me.

The sight of this man on his knees is never going to grow dull. A man this powerful, this dark, looked at me and decided that I was worthy of him. His time, his attention, his praise, it's all so intoxicating. He's unleashing parts of me that I didn’t know were there, and I'm starting to feel freer than I ever have before. That mask fulfilling fantasies I didn’t even know I had.

I tighten my legs around him. Locking my ankles behind his back and pull him closer. Thrusting my pussy further into his mouth as I feel my body begin to tighten.

“That’s right, suffocate me with that pussy baby girl, drown me.” I feel his words vibrate against my clit and I imagine his words to me earlier. His voice is enchanting. The deepness of his tone, and the conviction of his words performed in a way that almost made it impossible to doubt his feelings or intentions with me. His soul sung and presented itself in a way that was raw and exposed. The chills it sent down my body as it rippled through my arousal left a permanent imprint on my soul, and I know I’ll never feel the same way about him again after tonight.

I tighten my legs more as he pushes two fingers inside of me, curling into the spongey place as his mouth sucks on my clit. I feel the climb build and build, feeling it up to my throat. He removes his fingers, only to replace them with his tongue and move his thumb back to my clit. His large tongue fills me just as well as his fingers and I feel my body tremble against him.

He inserts his fingers again, to pump into me twice. Coating his digits with my lubrication before running them over my asshole. He hasn’t had me this way yet, and right now he could take it, and I wouldn’t care. Knowing that whatever he does to me is not only about his pleasure, but about mine, and that even if he does cause me some pain, that it'll be a pain that I crave.

The tip of his finger teases my tight hole. Working to loosen the area and get familiar with the unmarked territory. Using slight pressure, he presses against the puckered hole. Testing out the waters before he slides his finger in my ass the same moment his tongue fills me again, and the sensation is unlike anything else. Making me draw in a deep gasp at the unfamiliar, yet tantalizing feeling.

A strangled moan flies out of my mouth. The sound loud and unrestrained. I have never felt so full. His fingers are large, but I never imagined that with only one finger he could make me feel so complete. With the pressure it causes, I can feel his tongue inside me even more as it flattens then swirls my inner walls. He starts to thrust his finger in and out of my ass at the same pace as his tongue moves. Creating a sensation that has the strong pressure in my abdomen rumbling and charging, ready to strike.

One more swipe of his tongue, and pinch of my clit, and that’s all it takes to send me over the edge. Throwing me into the most powerful orgasm of my life. I shakily grind my hips into his face as I come all over him, or into him I should say, as he slurps me down. Using his gulping technique to prolong my pleasure. He was starving for me, taking me in as if I was the liquid in the Holy Grail.

My legs slowly release his head. Relaxing as I feel the ravenous waves coursing through my core slowly retreating. His large hands then caress the soft flesh from the side of my thigh, over my hip, and over my ass. That filled-with-hunger gaze admiring every dip and curve of my trembling body.

He stands as he runs his hands all over my tight body. Scouring over my form as if he was committing the valleys and depths of me to memory, and plants his lips to mine in a hot, fierce kiss. Forcing me to taste myself. His tongue dancing aggressively with mine as the sweet and salty taste attacks our taste buds.

I pull away long enough to gather my ragged breath. Feeling my confidence with him soar as those now ring-rimmed, electric blue eyes stare at me with his pupils blown. He always acts starved for me, and now that I'm beginning to feel the same way, I'm tempted to push my own boundaries.

Wanting to let go and get a taste of what it feels to truly give in to him. I raise one of my legs to his hip and wrap it around his waist. Exposing myself as an offering to his rock-hard cock. Thrusting lightly as I begin to grind and rub my cunt on his shaft. He groans as he buries his masked face into my neck. Biting down on the long column hard enough to make me whimper in both pleasure and pain.

“Take off that mask.” I tell him, practically as a moaning whisper, which makes his frantic and erratic movements come to a screeching halt. He pulls away slightly. Just enough for me to be able to meet his gaze, and tilts his head with slight confusion. “I want to come again to the sight of your face.” I practically beg.

Now that. That sends him over the edge. Any ounce of control he had snapping in an instant. He throws the mask off and down to reveal that divine face. Reaching up faster than I can register, he unbuckles the belt. Tearing the leather down and throwing it across the glade. Releasing a predatory growl with the force.

Once I’m down, he grips my shoulders and turns me around to face the tree. Spreading my legs with his thigh in one move. The bark of the tree scrapes my torso and scratches my delicate skin. My hardened nipples burning at the rough surface and only enhancing my arousal. Every sharp graze sending a bold of electricity through my body. Each little cut pebbling with blood, and speckling me with my favorite, very arousing color.

Reaching between me and the tree, he snakes his toned and veiny forearm up to grasp and knead my breast. Smearing my own blood over my chest and stomach as he drags his hand back down to grip my hip. Leaving a faint, bloodied handprint on the curve there.

He dips down and enters me from behind as he presses me against the tree. Giving me no warning or time to adjust before he starts thrusting and pounding into me like an animal in heat. The once peaceful woods is now over taken by the sound of our skin slapping together and our conjoined grunts and groans. His left-hand rushes to my sensitive clit. Putting a harsh, but ecstasy-filled pressure on it as he circles it mercilessly. His right-hand comes up from my hip. Smearing more blood around my torso and breasts before he grabs me by the throat. The hand necklace sends an initial wave of fear through my body, but he’s careful not to squeeze as he pulls my head back and up to look at him.

“Fuck, you look so beautiful begging for me.” He thrusts into me relentlessly, shoving his full length inside of me again and again. Slamming into that perfect place every time that makes my body jolt. My stimulated body is already writhing again beneath him, and I feel my eyelids and pussy flutter. “You really are a deity.” The pounding and swirling pressure builds a second orgasm, one so large, it’s almost painful.

As I release, I lose my ability to keep quiet, and now I hear my moans begin to echo in the forest. The sound reverberating so deeply that I'm sure I can be heard back at the parking lot. His own deep moans and growls penetrate my mind and my heart as he yells out, showingmypossession ofhim.The moans sounding shaky and stuttered, but not quite enough to mask the ‘oh, God’falling from his lips.

“Let it out baby girl. This body is yours, any fucking time you ask for it.”

God, don’t fall for him…don’t fall for him…

My whole body is a wracking, quaking mess. The legs I stand on are threatening to give out, and my nails are splintering as I claw at the tree. Desperate for something to ground myself to before I die of pleasure. His own body begins to lose its rhythm. Those firm hips stalling and stuttering as he tenses up. His thick cock twitching and stiffening even more inside me. The erratic movements contributing to my overstimulation.

“Who do you fucking belong to?” He roars. His voice is feral and hoarse.

“You! DAMIEN!”

“That’s right, Ashia! You’re MINE! All fucking MINE!” I see stars appear in my vision and my eyes begin to roll back. “Come on baby girl, give me another one. You can do it. F-fuck…” He roars a final time before he thrusts again and holds himself buried to the hilt. I feel as his cock pulses, and then his warmth explodes inside me, which sends me into euphoria for a third time. My gut twisting, tensing, and cramping at my biggest release to date. Panting and screaming in his ear as he growls into mine.

Once we both shakily come down, he buries his face in the crook of my neck and holds me up. Those strong, firm arms snaked around my middle and holding me close. His thick, mesmerizing cock still at home inside me. I'm not sure if I can stand my legs are so wobbly, and I’m silently praying that I don’t pass out here in the middle of the forest. He presses gentle kisses to my throat and shoulder while he carefully pulls out of me. My abused pussy leaking his cum, causing it to drip down my thighs.

“Hold on to the tree, baby.” He whispers, and I do as I'm told. I look over my shoulder to watch him grab his shirt off the ground and kneel down behind me to clean me up the best he can. His strokes are soft and careful, but every swipe against my pussy makes me flinch. The overstimulation is still suffocating my most sensitive areas. Tearing off a piece of the shirt he didn’t use, he stands, and moves to my stomach, chest, and neck. Wiping the blood away and lightly tending to the scrapes that riddle my body.

He then reaches around and grasps my jaw again. Lifting my face to meet him. He kisses me deeply. His tongue adoring mine with a slow dance, and our lips beg not to part. The moment does fade as he pulls back and rests his forehead against mine. Nuzzling his nose against mine in the sweetest way.

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