Chapter 18
EIGHTEEN
The man had supernatural powers. There was no other way to explain how he’d gotten naked so fast. One second he was fully clothed in his biker attire, and the next he was standing before her, every inch of his tanned, tattooed, tightly muscled body was revealed to her ravenous gaze.
Holy fuck, she’d known he had one but to see it in person? She licked her lips, her eyes pinned to the mind-scrambling V of muscles that pointed downward to the cooch-scrambling dick.
Thick, long, veiny, angry red, and leaking a pearly substance she wanted to taste.
As she watched, his dick got harder, thicker, longer—holy fuck! Despite her utter lack of experience in this, her mouth watered, wondering what it would be like to put him between her lips.
Above her, Red’s eyes narrowed, darkening.
“Mmmm,” he groaned, “you own me, my Daisy. Every. Single. Inch. I belong to you…and you belong to me. And when you touch me, you brand me, and I burn. Burn with me, baby, let’s set the fucking world on fire.”
Suddenly, her mouth was dry, and her body was overheating—she was wearing too many clothes. But…she hesitated. She’d never been naked in front of anyone before, not since her mother, and especially not in front of a man. She wanted this, though…with him. The man she loved.
Beside the bed, his massive body on full display, she couldn’t help but see her name, right there, the three letters in the middle hidden by his erect girth as his cock pointed upward. Knowing she would be a permanent part of him was a delirious, delicious feeling.
Red’s heavy-lidden gaze swept over her, hungry but also concerned. She may still be clothed but he looked like he could see right through the fabric to her heated flesh. She shivered, and not because she was cold but rather because she was overwhelmed with her need for him.
“Are you alright, baby? We can take this as slow as you want,” he offered, his voice thick with desire but still soft enough to let her know he was serious.
Nodding, she replied, “I want to do this but…you know…my scars.”
He offered her a gentle smile. “I want to see all of you, my Daisy. I want to kiss all of you, learn all of you.”
She pressed her thighs together at his words, a sharp ache pulsing between her legs made her gasp. Fuck, her clit was throbbing, and he hadn’t even touched her yet.
She wanted this, more than anything in her life ever, but it meant that she needed to take off her clothes, reveal her greatest shame, her greatest flaw.
The scar, long and thick and ugly, started just below her sternum and stopped just above her belly button. The piece of Winnebago siding that sliced through her, then embedded itself between her diaphragm and her intestines had also caught fire, searing the flesh around the wound. By the time rescuers got there, she was bleeding out, burning, and screaming.
It took months of healing from the wound, then another several months of skin grafts to make even look like she hadn’t been fileted, then burned by a blow torch. Over the years, the scar faded from hideous red and pink to a sickly, pearly white. The skin around it was pulled tight and would sometimes ache if she moved the wrong way too quickly. It was a lifelong reminder of her personal and most agonizing losses—her mother and her self-image.
And now, she was going to make herself vulnerable…revealing the ugliest part of her.
Would he take one look and run, or would he?—
“I love you, my Daisy, and that means every part of you. I won’t run; I will worship you,” he breathed, “if you let me.”
She stared up at him, unblinking, holding her breath…finally, she nodded once.
His soft smile turned wicked, and her breath caught at the transformation.
“Take off your clothes, my Daisy. I want to see what belongs to me,” he commanded, making her clit throb again.
Just do it quick, get it over with. So, she did. She unbuttoned her jeans, and he helped her pull them down her thick thighs and off her legs. He tossed them to the floor behind him. Then went her panties, revealing the fact that she wasn’t really big on grooming. She didn’t have a bush, but the landing strip was obvious. His gaze pinned to her pussy as he licked his lips.
“I’m going to feast on you, my good girl, and you’re going to let me, aren’t you?”
Brainlessly, she nodded, her breath exploding from her chest.
He gripped his cock, stroking himself as he peered down at her bare to his eyes. He dragged his fist, up and down his engorged cock, his fist squeezing tight at the base, so hard his knuckled turned white. Fuck, how was he not groaning in pain? His chest rising and falling as he sucked in heavy breaths drew her focus to the tattoos on his chest, tattoos she planned to trace with her fingers and her tongue.
“You keep looking at me like that, this will be over far too fucking quick. I need you too much, baby girl,” he growled. “So why don’t you take off the rest and let me see what’s mine.”
This is it…the moment it can all go to hell…or heaven.
Sitting up, she grabbed the bottom of her shirt, hesitated a second, sucking in and holding a breath. Then, she tugged the fabric up and over her head.
There, she’d done it. The only thing left was her bra, but the scar was right there, visible to his gaze as he stared down at her, his weeping cock still fisted in his white-knuckled grip.
Suddenly, he was reaching for her, his fingers grazing the flesh beside her scar. She gasped, her whole body locking tight.
“Breathe, my love,” he murmured as he knelt beside her on the bed, his weight making her roll into him. The hand not around his cock drifted from just beneath her bra, down the length of the scar, to then circle around her belly button. His touch was…reverent…like he was touching something holy, precious, priceless. “You are so fucking beautiful; ripe and luscious—you make my mouth water. Your scent….” He leaned down, his nose nearly over her pussy as he dragged in a deep breath. He convulsed as he moaned. “Goddamn, my Daisy, you smell so fucking good.”
She pressed her thighs together, desperate to alleviate the ache between them. His gaze sharpened on her movements, his smirk curling his lips.
“My good girl is feeling needy,” he cooed, and she grunted, fighting the urge to writhe beneath his lustful gaze. “I’ll give you want you need, my love.”
Maneuvering his big body until he was hovering over her, his big hands gripping her hips, pressing her down into the bed. Without hesitation, he coaxed her legs apart.
Then he was on her, his mouth between her thighs, his broad shoulders holding her open for his sensual attack.
She screamed, her back bowing as his hot mouth sucked on her clit. Wet suction made her hips jerk, grinding the heat of her into his greedy mouth as he feasted. He growled against her, making her whimper.
“Fuck…” he groaned, “you taste better than I ever imagined. I could eat this pussy forever.”
Then, he was back at it, a strangled cry erupting from her chest.
His hands skimmed her body, up her sides to her tits which were still in her bra. With a single tug, her breasts were free, the bra—threadbare and years old—disintegrated under his strength. Her breasts free, he used his hands to cup, knead, and caress her, his thumbs rolling over her sensitive nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through her. She cried out at the dual onslaught—his mouth licking, biting, and sucking her clit and her pussy, and his hands on her tits.
She was going to explode.
Somehow hearing her thoughts, he pulled back, his face glistening with her fluids.
“Nuh uh, you aren’t coming until I’m inside you, baby,” he drawled.
Flustered, aching, and frustrated, she snapped, “Then get in me, asshole!”
He chuckled then squeezed her breasts hard. “Have you ever had a cock in here before?” he asked as he gently pressed a single, thick finger into her opening.
Delirious at the sensation of his penetration, she shook her head, her hair sliding over his pillow. “No, b—but I have a dildo.”
He hummed, withdrawing his finger just to insert two. She jerked, her hips flying up to meet his hands. “So this pussy has been penetrated.” He sounded disappointed.
“Y-yes, but not with a man. You’ll still be my first, I promise,” she blubbered mindlessly at the pleasure he was giving her.
“Mmmm, you’re so sensitive. Take it,” he commanded, “I want you good and wet and weeping for my fat cock.”
She groaned. “I am—I am, I swear!”
He chuckled again, the asshole. He was enjoying her torture.
Crawling up her body, he took an aching nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. She cried out, the sound like a wounded animal. It was a coordinated attack; his mouth on her breasts, teasing, devouring, and his fingers in her pussy, thrusting, owning.
She was so fucking close.
Then he stopped.
She screamed, slamming her hands against his chest. “Stop teasing me,” she sobbed. “I can’t take it!”
His eyes darkened as he bent to press a kiss to the top of her scar. “You can take it, and I cannot wait to give it to you.”
He braced one hand beside her head, and grabbed his cock with the other, pressing he thick head against the throbbing wetness of her cunt. Her pussy fluttered, eager for him.
Finally, he pushed forward, sliding inside inch by inch, stretching her. Fuck, she was used to the dildo at six inches, so she was nowhere near prepared to take his girth as he slowly drove forward into her until he had nowhere else to go.
“Look at me, my Daisy,” he demanded, his voice a deep rumble. She opened eyes she had no idea she’d closed, and looked up at him through heavy eyelids. “You’re mine now; you gave yourself to me, and I give myself to you. This is the beginning of our forever, my love.” He kissed her, fast and wet. “Say it, say that you’re mine.”
She whispered, “I’m yours, Damian.”
At the sound of his real name on her lips, a wildness filled his eyes, his expression going taut across his features. She slid her hands from his thick chest to his shoulders, knowing she was going to need to hold on.
He pulled his hips back, leaving only the tip of him inside her, then he drove all the way in, to the hilt, bottoming out. His cockhead striking her cervix.
“Oh God, Damian,” she cried out, digging her nails into his skin.
He grunted, then repeated the movement. Her pussy pulsed, fluttering, squeezing him as he pistoned—in and out, in and out—over and over again, his movements steady as they increased in strength and speed.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good. You take my cock so well—you were made for me, weren’t you, made to take my cock.”
She moaned, lifting her lips to meet each penetration.
Soon, he was moving like a man possessed, wrecking her.
Deeper. Harder. Faster.
He grunted with each punch of his hips, the sound of her wet flesh slapping against his thighs was obscene, filthy, delicious.
Whimpering, she wrapped her arms around his neck, anchoring herself because she was so close to flying. She sobbed as the pleasure built, as their sweat-slicked skin slid against one another, heightening the sensations.
Without warning, she exploded, her head flying back as she screamed.
“Damian!” she cried, her body convulsing, her pussy squeezing and milking his cock as he continued to pound into her, grunting.
“Fuck, yes, take it, take all of it—goddamn it!” He bellowed his release into the sky, his throat working as he roared out his pleasure. His cock thickened as it pulsed, his come jetting into her thirsty pussy.
Thankfully, for some reason, she’d hacked his medical records that morning so she knew he was clean, and she was on the pill, so what they’d just done wouldn’t lead to ointments or pregnancy.
Spent, his big body dropped onto hers, and she wrapped her arms around his trembling body.
Long moments later, their breathing slowed, their bodies still locked together, though his cock had softened inside her, she pressed a kiss to his chin.
“Holy fuck,” she rasped, “I don’t think I’ll ever walk again.” Panting for air, she wiped at the sweat on her forehead, closing her eyes. “Just get me one of those motorized scooters; then you can paralyze me every night and it won’t matter.”
Chuckling deep in his chest, he tweaked her still peaked nipple, making her gasp and slap at his arm. Slowly, he pulled himself out of her, and positioned himself at her side, body to body. They fit together perfectly.
“I’ll consider that,” he teased. “Never been accused of paralysis before.”
Val rolled her eyes, snorting. “Yeah, right. With all those women, I’m sure you’ve heard it all before.”
He stiffened, and not in a good way. “Val,” he growled, “I know I have a history with women—lots of women—but, you and I, there’s no other women here. In this bed, in my arms, it is just you and me. Now. Forever.” He bent his head and forced her to meet his gaze. “Okay? I love you, I want you, I’m with you. Mentioning other women just cheapens what we have between us.”
Swallowing, she bit the inside of her cheek, forcing back the guilt.
Fuck, he really was trying, and the least she could do was stop bringing up his past, one he’d parted with for her.
Heaving a sigh, she cupped his face with one hand then smoothed his hair away from his forehead with the other. She placed a soft, slow kiss against his cheek.
“I’m sorry,” she offered, “you’re right. I’m sorry. No other women in bed with us.”
But what about online with us? That snarky, mean girl voice asked. Sure, he’d only ever be with Val for the rest of his life, but all those other women would still be a massive part of his life, whether they were in his bed or not.
But I can’t tell him to stop; it makes him happy, and it’s part of who he is. I love him enough to endure.
But for how long?
God, that wasn’t fair! Not to Redtube and not to her—but she was willing to sacrifice for him.
As if he could hear that voice too, he responded, “I’m going to close the OnlyFans and quit with the Reels.”
Stunned. Speechless. For long moments, he stared at her, unblinking, as her mouth moved—open and closed, open and closed. Finally, she blurted, “What? Why?”
Leaning up, he pushed her onto her back and laid atop her, chest to chest, gaze to gaze.
“Because I only ever started doing that because…there was something missing in me, something I tried to fill with the euphoria of being wanted, desired. I was a thirst trap because I was thirsty, too…for something with meaning. For someone to help me find my meaning. My purpose.”
Shuddering with shallow breaths, she rasped, “Did you find it, your purpose?”
His smile grew slowly, from soft and small, too big and beautiful—gleaming, straight white teeth that couldn’t hold a candle to the sparkle in his eyes.
“Yes, I did. My purpose slid into my DMs with a two-word sentence that completely changed the course of my life.”
She gasped, her heart thudding.
“My meaning, my purpose is you, my Daisy. My purpose is making you happy, is giving you everything your heart desires. You fill me up; your smile, your voice, your humor, your smarts, your kindness, your thoughtfulness…how you make me feel, how you make me think, how you make me want to be a better man. The purpose I was searching for online was right there, hidden, waiting to slide in and completely satiate my gluttony. With you, my love, I will never be thirsty again.”