Page 82 of Cut Me Down

I am ready for this night to be over. Intercepting the weapons was harder than we anticipated, and Fedor actually got away with about half of it. A few of our guys are a little beat up, and Graham had to handle about eleven bodies before we could head out. DJ took the guns from us to make sure that they couldn’t be traced, and Tyler is keeping an eye out at the club in case any of Dust’s men decide they need a drink after what had just happened.

Carter identified the Russian, Fedor Popov. He came to the United States ten years ago and has been causing trouble ever since. Mainly in New York, which is what doesn’t make sense to me. Why start operations and partnerships here? There’s no way he’d be stupid enough to try and cross state lines with product like that. What is it about this city, this area, that is so important? We need to look deeper, and broader. We’re not getting any answers from the recent escalation from warehouses and dealers anymore. This is more serious. Bigger than anything we’ve dealt with, and my head is spinning trying to figure it out. Now that we know that Dranan Hugo has spent time in prison, that might make finding information on him easier, and hopefully give us a few answers as to why they’re here and what they are potentially planning.

I can’t wait to crawl into bed with Ashia. Her scent and warmth always calm my nerves. She’s my one escape from the mental turmoil work has brought me lately. Even if she tries to act as if she doesn’t like me, which she doesn’t do much anymore, I’d take all of her verbal abuse if it meant her talking to me. Every time she speaks, it pangs my chest. As if her voice is my life support. The only thing that keeps me breathing sometimes, even when she uses it to sling insults my way.

Her touch is enough bandage to heal my wounds. The soothing feeling is like a phoenix tear. It soothes my pain with a simple graze. Laced with enough electricity to restart my cold heart. After witnessing what I do, she continues to be my only light in this depraved world. Her golden eyes are the only beacon at the end of this contorted maze, and I’d tread the harsh terrain over and over again to reach her.

I lazily make my way down the hallway. Feeling the heaviness in my muscles and the tightness in my chest. I need to feel her more than I need to breathe, and I can feel my skin crawl at the anticipation. I walk up to the door, and just as I'm about to pick the lock, I look up to see a handwritten note taped to the door.

Aren’t you tired of breaking in?

I huff out a laugh and pull the note off the door to feel a light weight to it. Turning it over to find a small silver key taped to the back. Damn, this girl… I smile and bite my lip as I take the key off and use it to open the door.

As I walk in and round the corner, I look over to the couch to find my girl’s annoying blonde laying on it asleep. The pale locks are sprawled and disheveled, and draped over the edge of the couch. Her scrubs are laying on the opposite end, and from the look of deep slumber on her face, she clearly passed out and didn’t just fall asleep. Her tank top is half way down her chest, exposing her bra, and her shorts, that are clearly Ashia’s, are riding half way up her ass. I grab the blanket off of the back of the couch and drape it over her. Not only to cover her, but to assure that she doesn’t wake up chilled along with her hangover.

As abhorrent as her friend is towards me, after everything she’s done for Ashia, she still deserves respect. Even if she doesn’t treat herself with any.

I walk into the bedroom to see my angelic woman curled up at the top of the bed with her soft blanket covering her waste and legs. Her arm is bent and her head is resting on it against the head board. She was clearly sitting up before she fell asleep, and I assume she was trying to wait up for me. I walk over to the empty side of the bed, take off my clothes, and hop in the bed beside her.

Her beautiful black hair is in disarray, draped across her face, and her low tank top is showing off her perfect chest. I wrap my arm around as I press myself against her. Inhaling her fresh vanilla scent, she must have showered before she sat down. Not resisting the urge, I begin placing gentle kisses on her forehead, nose, cheek, and jaw. Worshipping every beautiful feature of her face, and moving as far down as her neck before I feel her starting to stir.

“Hello gorgeous.” I whisper in her ear.

“Hey.” She groggily says as she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer. “How was the deal?” The sleepiness in her voice begins to fade.

“Successful on our end.” I mutter out between trailing kisses to her breasts. As I pull down her tank top and take one of her nipples in my mouth, she releases a soft moan that instantly goes to dick. My hand comes up to knead the other breast while I swirl my tongue around and suck on this one. I'm sure to show the first one enough attention to harden it fully before moving to the second. She rakes her hands through my hair. Gently grasping the strands and pulling my mouth more into her chest. After I bite and suck enough for the second to harden, I make my way back to her face and force my tongue between her lips. Reaching into her shorts and grabbing a handful of her perfect ass, I pull away slightly to look at her. “Did you have fun after I left?” She nods in the shortest and cutest way. Her breathing slightly heavy from the feeling of my mouth and hands on her.

“Yeah, it turned out good.”

“Good.” I force my mouth back onto hers and begin to take off her bottoms. She thrusts into my touch, freeing one leg and wrapping it over my hips. Exposing that soft, wet pussy to me and grinds into my fully erect cock. Once I fully get her shorts off, I flip us over so she straddles me, and I pull her tank top off of her. Showcasing every perfect inch of her and dragging my gaze over her.

She then runs her hands up my chest as she lowers herself to me, and presses her lips to mine. Holding my face in her hands and running those teasing nails over the skin of my cheeks and jaw. My own hands find their way to her hair, and I entangle the strands as I cup her head with one hand and the other grips the soft locks in my hold. She then sits up again and plants her hands on my chest. Bracing herself to take all of me in. I take this time to glide my hands over her perfect tight body and roam every dip and curve from the swell of her breasts down to the roundness of her ass.

“God, how are you even human?” I say as I run my hands over her soft tight stomach, and cusp her breasts with my hands, running my thumbs over her nipples as she runs the pads over her fingers over the ridges of my abs. Her desperate whimpers make their way through her lips. “I swear you’re something out of Greek mythology.” I watch as she looks down at me with a hungry gaze and metaphorical light flashes across her eyes as if she came up with a plan. She reaches down and kisses me again. The contact is slow and sensual. Only to heat up as she slowly moves from my mouth to my neck, my chest, and down my body until she runs her delicious tongue along the hard, veiny shaft of my dick.

“Fuck, baby…” Her nails sink into my hips as she plants a gentle kiss to the tip, agonizingly teasing me before she swirls her tongue around my swollen head. My hips instinctively buck. Attempting to slide some of my length inside of her delectable mouth.

She takes the head into her mouth. Continuing to swirl that demonic tongue around the head as she begins bobbing up and down, taking my length down her throat one torturous inch at a time. A moan escapes my lips as she continues to bob, speeding up slightly only to slow back down. I feel the tip hit the back of her throat, then sliding down it, and my breath hitches as she takes me deeper.

My cock starts to pulse and I can feel the tingling sensation begin to swell in my balls. I wrap my fist in her hair again and force her head up and down. Trying to hold myself back from fucking her pretty mouth until her throat is so raw she cries. She reaches up with one of her hands and begins caressing my body. Circling her finger around my nipples then tracing the outline of my muscles. I try to call out for her, but she has me fucking stuttering.

“G-god damn Ashia…” I grip the sheets with my other hand as I caress the back of her head in between tightening grasps. “God you’re such a good fucking girl…and you’re all fucking mine!”

I thrust my hips into her, taking every loving touch from this miraculous woman. A long deep moan releases from my throat, and I feel my body tense to her tongue molding to the shape of my dick, causing her to gag lightly as she takes me all the way in. Fuck as good as she feels, I need to feel all of her. I want her lips on mine, her soft body grazing my touch, her tight walls sliding up and down as I explode into her. She occupies every dark corner of my mind, and every empty space in my heart, and I won’t stop until I do the same for her.

“Ashia, you have five fucking seconds to clinch your pussy around my dick before I make you sorry…”

Yanking her head up, I force her mouth off my cock with a loud ‘pop’ and tighten my grip in her hair. I watch her gorgeous smile spread across her face. My chest swells at the confidence radiating from her. She winks at me before crawling back up to my face and planting her lips to mine. My tongue is vicious. On a crusade, attacking hers as if I’m fighting for my life. In a way I am, for any shred that’s left of my heart. Any piece that she hasn’t already stolen. Any remnants of my belief that love doesn’t exist, although I’m afraid that has already been lost.

She stands back up on her knees, stroking my dick with her soft hands as she lines it up with her entrance. Slowly, she sits back, engulfing me in her tantalizing, wet, hot grip. The tight walls of her pussy pull a loud, guttural moan from my chest. Gripping me so tightly that I know I’m not going to last very long. Her hips begin to move. Sliding up and back down in a slow, agonizing pace.

She begins bouncing up and down, rolling her hips into me, and I run my hands up her irresistible body and cusp her breasts once again. Rolling her nipples in between my thumbs and forefingers and pulling them out gently until her loud moans overtake the room. Her pace begins to quicken, and her pussy starts to clench. Making my cock throb.

“That’s right, little wolf, howl for me.” I thrust into her from below. Taking over as I increase my speed and power causing her to shiver above me. I grip her hips. Moving her up and down on my cock at a pace that has us both whimpering. She throws her head back and closes her eyes as she screams out. The pleasure and ecstasy radiating off her face. “Open your eyes and look at what you do to me baby.” She opens those beautiful golden globes and looks down at me with her mouth open wide. Erratic moans escaping with every feral thrust. I fling my own head back in response. My cock instantly starts twisting and my balls draw up. If I look at her in that blissful state, I’ll come inside of her right now. “Oh, f-fuck…” She grabs onto my torso, gripping me with her nails and leaving little crescent shapes on my chest.

“God, Damien! Please, let me come!” She screams, and my hips stutter for a moment.

“Come all over me baby!” She releases a siren’s moan as she clenches down, and her legs shake around me. Her sweet warmth floods my cock, and one more pulse of her pussy has me coming with a feral roar. That heart-gripping gasp she lets out when she feels my hot cum exploding inside her always squeezes a little tighter, pulling my heartstrings. Her pussy throbs around my dick, milking me dry as I pump and release every last drop I have into her divine cunt. I can even feel her abdominal muscles tighten under my palm, she’s coming so hard.

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