Chapter 17
MORGAN
I’m woken up by the deep murmur of Damien’s voice. Blearily, I open one eye and see him resting with his back against the headboard, his phone pressed to his ear. He must have drawn the curtains, because it’s dark in his bedroom, even though it was getting light before I fell back asleep.
“Yeah, man. I’m so fucking happy for you,” Damien says quietly to whoever’s on the other end of the call.
“No, you don’t want to know how mine went.
Morgan’s ex tried to take her.” A pause.
“No. He’s not going to be a problem anymore.
And Killian? She knows. Watched me do it.
” I blush as I realize what he’s talking about.
He’s telling a friend about me watching him torture and kill Marco like it’s normal.
“You should invite Ward too,” Damien continues, mentioning Basia’s brand-new bodyguard. “Basia? Yeah, man. She seems like the fun-loving type, and I know Morgan would love to have her there when she meets you guys. That woman’s a walking buffer.”
I giggle and draw Damien’s gaze. His eyes immediately soften when they land on me.
“Gotta go, Cross, my woman needs me. See you in a couple of hours.”
Damien throws his phone onto the nightstand without care, and I scooch over to climb up the side of his torso like a baby koala.
“We’re going somewhere?” I ask, my voice hoarse from disuse. “Meeting your friends?”
“Yeah,” he grunts, his strong arms squeezing me against his chest. “Killian and Emily got engaged last night. Our buddy Ethan’s going to be there, and Emily’s friend Barbara. So I suggested they invite Ward and Basia too.”
“Oh, okay.” I try to pull away, but his hands are like iron bands. “Let me go, I need to call Basia, silly.”
He shakes his head. “No need. Killian’s calling Caleb now. They’ll be together by now. We need to get ready.”
“You said a couple of hours,” I whine. “Just how long is the drive there?”
Damien’s expression turns into something cunning. “Not long at all. But I have plans.”
“Plans?” I ask warily. “Such as?”
“Such as having an appetizer,” he growls. Before I can react, he rolls us over until I’m under him and he’s looming above me with a smirk. “In case you need it spelled out, you’re my appetizer.”
With that, he crashes his lips against mine. His tongue is in my mouth when I moan, and I eagerly suck on it. Guess I’m hungry too.
Damien grinds his pelvis against mine, the piercing under his cockhead making me shiver as it drags over my pussy. My legs are wrapped around his waist, and I’m lifting my hips, begging him for more, when he suddenly stops kissing me.
“Not yet, princess,” he growls. “A man needs to eat.”
With one last hard press of his lips against mine, he breaks the kiss and swivels around so his cock is in line with my lips and his breath teases my pussy.
All I can see is that gorgeous, rock-hard dick.
He doesn’t waste any more time on words, diving in and rubbing what feels like the entire lower half of his face against my pussy.
“Ah, god, Damien,” I sob, my back bowing under the intense onslaught of pleasure. He reaches under and grabs my butt in both hands, lifting me up like I’m a dinner plate and he wants to lick the crumbs.
Too tempted by the dick leaking precum just inches from my lips, I reach up to urge him lower, to have him feed it into my waiting mouth.
I extend my tongue and flick the tip over his piercing before licking around his cockhead.
The salty taste of him makes me moan, and I close my lips around it, sucking hard to get more.
I barely just get him down my throat before Damien pulls out, growling. He lies on his back and reaches for me.
“Get up here. Sit on my face. You drive me too fucking wild with that sweet mouth.”
I crawl over him, but hesitate when I reach his chest. “What if I hurt you?” Now I wish I had skipped dessert after dinner… these last ten years.
Damien’s large hands clench over my thighs. He gives me a stern look.
“I dragged men with guts hanging out across battlefields. I can handle my woman feeding me her pussy.”
I wrinkle my nose at the gruesome image. “Your execution of foreplay could use some fine-tuning.”
He lifts one golden eyebrow. “Shall I find an abuser to torture and kill before we fuck, love?” His hands travel up my sides, over my ribs, and stop when they reach my breasts.
“I’ll never forget how you looked at me,” he breathes as he takes both nipples and gently twists.
“Your eyes were like saucers. Your mouth was open, you were panting. And you were squeezing that chair so hard your knuckles turned white.”
My face feels like it’s lit from within. Am I some kind of monster? Who gets turned on watching their man hurt someone?
“None of that,” Damien says, pinching one nipple hard and making me gasp. “I can see the wheels turning in that gorgeous head. You’re a good person, princess. But you’re also my good girl.”
I huff out a little chuckle. Guess I do have a praise kink. Two words from this man and I’m melting all over his toned chest.
“Now,” he continues with a smirk. “You know I don’t mind making you take it. But I’d really fucking love it if you sat on my face now and rode it until you gush into my mouth.”
I wiggle against his chest without meaning to, too turned on by his filthy words to stay still. Damien snarls and moves his palms to my ass. “Now, Morgan.”
I stop thinking of my ample booty and park it on his handsome face, grabbing onto the headboard for support. Encouraged by his moans, I relax and let him spear his tongue into my clenching hole. His fingers dig into my flesh, and I know I’ll have bruises to remember this by later.
Damien makes sounds like a starving savage, rubbing his nose against my clit, shaking his head, and licking what feels like every inch of my pussy. In minutes, I’m teetering on the edge, and he seems to know it too, because he takes my clit between his lips and sucks mercilessly.
“Damien,” I moan, my hips automatically trying to swivel.
He clamps down on my legs and holds me still.
Feeling restrained and helpless to do anything but take the pleasure he gives me just makes me burn hotter.
“I’m close,” I whisper, but he must hear me because he groans, the vibration pushing me into a freefall of pleasure.
My muscles are still shaking when I find myself deposited on the bed on my stomach, then my hips are pulled up, Damien’s hard cock nestling against my ass.
“Time for me to come in this tight pussy. Get my cum where it belongs.”
I moan weakly. I think one of these days, he’s going to make me pass out from just the things he says.
Damien runs a hand down my back before he lines himself up at my entrance and starts pushing in. He’s been inside me a couple of times now, but still my body struggles to take his girth, the burn deliciously sweet.
“Wish you could see what I’m seeing, princess. Your cunt swallowing up my cock.” He pulls back slowly. “Then gripping it, not wanting to let it go.”
All I can do is moan as he builds up a steady rhythm, going harder and faster with each thrust until his balls are slapping against me, the sound of flesh against flesh obscene in the dim room.
By the time he reaches under me to play with my clit, I’m keening, balancing on the precipice of another world-shaking orgasm.
“You’re gonna come for me now, sweet Morgan. You’re gonna squeeze out every last drop of my cum. Take what’s yours, princess.”
Helpless to do otherwise, I obey, my mouth opening in a soundless scream as my womb contracts so hard it hurts. Intense waves of pleasure spread from my core and through every muscle in my body, leaving me wobbly and off-kilter.
“Fuck! Such a good girl, choking my cock. Morgan!”
Damien’s hips stutter against me, then he pushes in hard one last time before unloading inside me.
Our heavy breathing is the only sound, and I’m lost in a haze of post-coital pleasure, enjoying the drip of Damien’s sweat over my back.
“We should get ready,” he murmurs after a while, pulling me out of the quiet euphoria.
“Yeah,” I hum. I hate having to socialize after the night we had. But at least he’s going to be there, and Basia too.
I make a regretful sound when Damien pulls out.
“Fuck,” he says, chasing the last of the satiation from my blood. “Did I hurt you? You’re bleeding.”
Oh no. “Ah, shit, it’s my period. I’m sorry,” I say quickly, clenching my eyes shut. This is so freaking embarrassing. I was just sitting on his face for heaven’s sake!
Damien runs a hand over my ass, and I slowly turn around and face him.
“Princess, don’t ever apologize for that,” he says calmly. “And it’s not the last time my dick is gonna wear your blood like a badge of honor, trust me. I’m not waiting a week to fuck you, not now, not ever.”
His words make my ears burn, but I’m so grateful that he’s not mad at me that I throw myself forward into his arms. He’s not Marco. He wouldn’t hurt me for getting blood on him.
“Morgan,” he sighs into my hair. “There’s nothing about you or your body that I’m ever not gonna love. You’re it for me, princess. I’d fuck you again now to prove it, but we really gotta go.”
I laugh, squeezing him tighter. I can’t believe a panic attack at an office Christmas party led to me being here with this man, so ridiculously happy.
Nuzzling into Damien’s neck, I breathe in his warm, manly scent.
Marco is gone thanks to him. I’ll be able to visit my parents whenever I want without worrying about running into my abuser. And they’re going to love Damien, I just know it. Bet he’s going to like Madison too.
But first, I’m meeting his friends. Yeah. This new year is starting out amazingly.