Chapter 20
Sitka
Damien doesn’t have to ask me twice. With my mouth stinging from the hard fucking it just took, I’m more eager than ever to feel him between my legs. In seconds, my hands are digging into the mossy forest floor, the scent of pine and earth filling my nose as I arch my ass and look up at him.
God, he looks stunning naked with his chest rising and falling from his heavy breathing as his thick cock juts out in both a promise and a warning.
This is going to hurt, and I’m going to love every fucking second of it.
Having him chase me through the woods and then scare the hell out of me when he’d grabbed me from behind had turned me on more than I thought it would.
I forcefully push aside the explanation my brain tries to give me for that, and put all my focus on the large man standing in front of me, looking like he’s really looking forward to fucking me to within an inch of my life.
I turn my head, following him as he slowly walks behind me.
Looking over my shoulder, I watch as he sinks to his knees behind me.
Strong hands grip my hips, dragging me closer as my fingers claw at the ground and mud gets under my nails.
I don’t even notice the cold air or the chill from the fog that’s rolled in.
My body feels like it’s on fire, needy and aching and so desperate for him that I start to rock my hips before he’s even given me his tip.
His amused chuckle before he smacks my ass doesn’t stop me from trying to lean back again. I know what I want, and it’s currently nudging against the back of my thigh.
He fists himself and drags the head of his cock along my slit, that one touch making me moan his name while I try to rock against him, desperate for more and not caring what I need to do to get it.
“So fucking wet,” he groans while he teases me. “Already soaking my dick and I haven’t even slid into you yet.”
His words taunt me while he presses into me just enough to lightly part my lips before holding still.
His fingers dig into my hips, refusing to let me impale myself on this thick length.
Clutching at wet mud and moss, I let out a frustrated, needy groan that only makes him laugh and dig his fingers in harder.
“Is this what you want?” He presses the head of his cock into me, slowly fucking me with just the tip while I drop my head and moan my yes.
I feel him drag his fingers along where we’re connected, wetting them with my arousal before pulling back and running the slick wetness over my ass.
“Or maybe you want this?”
The brush of his skin along my back hole pulls another groan from my body, making it impossible to speak.
He presses in harder, just enough to barely breach the tight ring of muscle. “Or maybe you want both?”
My head drops as he feeds me more of his cock and teases my ass, overwhelming me with sensations that make it difficult to find my voice. Instead of words, he pulls whimpers and mewling sounds I hadn’t known I was capable of.
“That sounds a lot like a yes to me, sweetheart.” He thrusts in harder, filling my pussy and stealing the breath from my lungs.
Keeping still, he slowly starts to work his way into my other hole.
“Just relax, besyonok. I want to see this perfect, tight ass take my thumb. I want to fuck every part of you I can tonight.”
I raise my face to the dark sky as I moan Damien’s name, feeling the slow drag of his thumb as he enters me.
“Fuck, baby, you’re doing so goddamn good,” he praises, giving me the last of his thumb, filling my body in a way that I hadn’t thought possible.
I feel completely and utterly stuffed by him, and even though it’s just his thumb, I can’t imagine ever fitting anything bigger than that inside this particular hole.
It’s big enough to make me feel the bliss-inducing sensations of all those hidden nerve endings, enough to give me a thrill at the taboo nature of it, and I love his thick cock in my pussy too much to ever wish it was anywhere else.
When I arch my ass even more, he groans and runs his other hand over the dip in my lower back.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs. “My sexy, wild girl, filthy and begging for more.”
A rush of air leaves my throat when he starts to move, pulling out of my pussy while he twirls his thumb inside me. When he pushes back into me, I rock my hips, giving him better access as he bottoms out inside me.
“Fuck,” I groan, my body feeling like it’s about to shatter beneath him.
“Oh I plan on it,” he growls at me.
Letting go of my hip, he fists my hair, pulling hard enough to tip my head back as he slams back into me.
Timing it perfectly, he slides his thumb into me as I feel his cock pull out.
The warring sensations consume every part of me, the drag and pull of his body working so perfectly with mine while my scalp stings and my breathing turns ragged.
I’ve never felt so alive in my life. Relinquishing all control, I let him fuck me into the ground, just like he promised he would.
My pussy and ass tighten with the growing pleasure that’s quickly pushing me towards the orgasm that’s guaranteed to break me open.
“Fuck, I love you, Sitka,” Damien growls, and those words spin me off my axis.
With a strangled cry, I come hard, letting it wash over me right before I hear his deep groan and feel him pulse inside me.
I grip him tighter, milking the cum from his body, so fucking greedy for every drop of him, for every single part of him.
He rocks into me hard, and if it wasn’t for the tight grip he has on my hair, I would’ve landed face first in the mud from the force of it. Digging my fingers harder into the earth, I use the last of my strength to help keep myself upright.
I let out a soft gasp when he slides his thumb from my ass and lets go of my hair.
Before I can topple forward, he wraps his arm around my chest and pulls me up so my back is pressed against his front.
Cupping my face, he turns me and presses his mouth to mine, kissing me slowly and deeply while my body collapses against his as the last of my strength leaves me.
His mouth is so gentle, so at odds with what we just did, but even when I’d been choking on him, gagging around his size with tears in my eyes, I’d still felt this same love from him. It’s in everything he does—every touch, every word, every look from Damien is filled with the love he has for me.
When he pulls back, I sigh and rest my head against his shoulder. “That was amazing,” I tell him.
He grins and kisses my forehead. “It was. I knew it would be fun, but I didn’t realize what seeing you like this would do to me. You never fail to knock me on my ass, besyonok, and the image of you taking my cock while covered in mud and begging for more is one I’ll never forget.”
The laugh I give is partially muffled by his neck, and when he runs his hands along my body, it’s replaced with a sigh and then a slight shiver as a gust of cool air hits us, reminding me that it’s getting colder by the second and we’re both still naked.
“Come on, baby. Time for a hot shower.” He grabs my hips, carefully lifting me off his still semi-hard cock, and I wince at the sting and the loss of him.
I feel the warmth of his mouth on my shoulder as he kisses me before helping me to stand.
Thanks to the flashlight that’s still on, we’re able to find our clothes, and he makes sure to hand me all of mine before digging around for his own.
There’s no way we can walk out of here naked, so I brush off the dirt as much as possible and then get dressed.
When we’re both ready, he pockets his phone and squats down in front of me. Looking over his shoulder he says, “Hop on. I’ll carry you out.”
Grinning, I climb onto his back, letting him piggyback me out of here.
With my face close to his, I kiss his cheek and then rest my chin on his shoulder while he walks us back to the main trail.
The fog presses in around us as the canopy of fir trees flutter with the strong wind coming off the ocean.
I’ve always loved this forest, but I really love it now, and I’ll never look at it the same way again.
Every time I ride these trails, I’m going to think of Damien chasing me and how good he’d made it feel once he caught me.
Smiling, I bury my face against his neck and kiss him. “That was perfect,” I tell him. “The next time we do this, it’s going to be really hard for me to run from you, though.”
“Oh yeah?”
I nip at his neck before kissing him again. “It feels too good when you catch me.”
“Yeah, but the anticipation is pretty good too, though,” he says.
“True,” I agree. “You’re crazy sexy, Damien. You’ve just put every book I’ve ever read to shame.”
His deep laugh has me hugging him even tighter, but it abruptly cuts off when I feel his body tense.
“It’s going to be okay,” he quickly tells me, and before I can ask him what he’s talking about, I look up to see both my brothers standing at the end of the trail, looking angrier than I’ve ever seen them.
“Misha,” I start to say, but he cuts me off with a single look. The words die in my throat at the rage I see on his face.
“It’s not what you think,” Damien says while tightening his grip on me. I do the same, hugging him hard enough to ensure my brothers will have to pry my fingers off one by one to get me to let go of him.
“And what do we think?” Yuri asks. He’s leaning a shoulder against a spruce tree, appearing calm, but I know it’s a lie. I can hear it in the hard tone of his voice and the dead look in his eyes.
“Maybe you were just out having a walk?” Misha asks, his bored tone not doing shit to fool me.
“Seeing what the forest looks like at night maybe?” Yuri asks. Stepping closer, he runs his eyes over us. “Looks like maybe you had a fall.” He raises a hand, motioning to his own face. “You’ve got a bit of mud on you. Must’ve been one hell of a tumble.”
“I love her,” Damien says.