Chapter 6
6
I don’t know how I ended up at Pippa’s.
Don’t remember the car ride, buzzing myself in, or climbing the stairs.
Everything that happened after Julian’s call is a blur.
My muscles spasm, my entire body shaking as I stare down at Pippa on her bed. I need her to keep me here, be my anchor in tonight’s storm, and remind me there’s still a sliver of humanity left inside this dark soul of mine.
When she answered the door, wearing my blazer, it heated my blood. I’d never set my eyes on something so perfect.
Like she’s mine, all mine .
But my chaotic mind knew I could do better.
As sexy as she looked wearing my clothes, having her naked would be better.
No, her tight, naked body writhing underneath mine would triumph over everything.
I slide my hand from Pippa’s face to her chest and press her flat against the mattress. The blankets are a wild mess. My other hand follows, both trailing down each side of her waist, slipping down her bare legs. Her smooth skin soothes my anger and rage like the earth’s mantle holding a volcano’s magma.
My precious dancer is too soft for me.
Too sinless.
Too fucking good.
But I want to desecrate that from her.
Destruct her soul, make it match with mine.
I drop to my knees, kneeling to her pussy, inhaling the sweet smell.
My mouth is salivating for her, counting down the seconds before I taste her sweet cum. My cock jerks in my pants.
The ceiling fan whirs above us as I lick my lips and trail the tip of my finger along her slit. Her juices are already drenching my finger.
I hold it there, allowing the liquid to soak into my skin.
My dancer is ready for me.
Dripping and waiting.
I’m so close to her pussy that I feel like I might die if I don’t taste her again.
“Pippa,” I say, continuing my teasing. “Tell me you want my mouth on your pussy, baby.”
“Damien,” she moans, holding herself on her elbows and staring at me.
“Say it,” I demand, driving three fingers inside her. “Tell me you want me to taste your sweet pussy. That it’s been waiting for me to come back.”
Half her body slumps on the bed as she lowers one elbow to grip my hair.
“It’s all I’ve thought about since you left,” she confesses.
That’s my green light.
I dive my entire face between her legs, soaking it, and ravish her pussy relentlessly.
I turn wild as I fuck her with my fingers.
Sucking and licking as if I’ll never get enough of her .
I bite into her thigh, wanting to mark her so she knows who she belongs to.
I’m rough, harsh, my every touch brutal.
Her body squirms, and she moans above me.
Her fingers are no longer on my hair. Instead, both hands are digging into her sheets, giving her leverage to thrust her pussy against my face, grinding against it.
Feeding more of herself to me.
Wanting to be fucking devoured.
My blood hums, and I forget about everything, my every thought consumed with pleasing her.
This woman, she’s all mine. All fucking mine .
And for a man who just lost everything, that means the entire world to me.
Right now, I feel like I’ve lost control of everything.
That I have no one.
But Pippa is here, giving herself to me, proving I’m not alone.
She moans my name, begs for more, pleads for me to slow down—which I fucking don’t—and I can tell when she’s close.
Her body trembles.
As I glance up, I find her head thrashing from side to side.
“Come on my face right now, baby,” I demand, shoving four fingers inside her pussy. I lower one to her asshole and brush it against the rim. “Drown me with your cum.”
Her body jerks forward, and seconds later, my baby falls apart above me.
I lick her up.
Savor her taste until I’ve devoured all her cum.
I stand, unbuckle my pants, and lower them. My cock springs free.
Hard and red and throbbing for her.
Then, I stare down at her, blinking away tears.
I’m remembering shit now .
It’s all coming back.
A roller coaster suddenly rushing through my mind.
Pippa climbs onto her knees, and I wince as she holds my face in her hands, cradling it. “Use me, Damien.” She emphasizes each word by tightening her hold on my face. “Fuck me. Release your pain on me, and I promise, I’ll take all of it.”
I don’t move, and my muscles twitch beneath my skin.
“Use me, Damien,” she repeats, climbing higher to skim her lips against mine. “ Please .”
That please snaps me back to this moment.
To her. To us.
As I crawl over her, I open the blazer. It's like revealing a gift, and I lick down her stomach before positioning my cock at her opening.
Just as I grip the base, she stops me, digging her nails into my forearm. “Condom. Nightstand drawer.”
My head spins, a surge of anger returning that I have to separate from her. But I remain calm while opening the drawer, snatching a rubber, and ripping it open with my teeth.
“Put it on me,” I say, passing it to her.
I’m surprised at how stable her hands are as she rolls it over my throbbing dick.
As soon as it’s on, I press her back down onto the mattress, and she moans my name as I slam inside her.
Her body jolts up the bed at the impact.
Shutting my eyes, I do it again.
And again.
And again.
I dig my fingers into her hips, holding her in place, and fuck her hard.
So hard that she moves up the bed again.
So hard that she cries out with each thrust.
My hands lower to her thighs, inching them open as I increase my speed .
“Shiiit,” she says with a hiss of pain.
I still, knowing she’ll have bruises in the morning.
You should be gentler with her.
I drop her limp legs on the bed and inch back.
She scrambles forward to stop me, holding my face in her hands. “Don’t, Damien.”
I blink away the wetness in my eyes.
The hurt making its way to the surface.
The volcano finally ready to erupt its pain.
“Fuck me,” she says, raining kisses along my cheek, collecting the few tears beneath my eyes. “Use me. I’m right here.”
Gripping my shoulders, she lowers us again.
I’m back between her legs, and she widens them, rotating her hips to brush along my cock.
I pause, meeting her eyes, and she smiles while offering me a simple nod.
Lacing our fingers together, I slam them on the bed on each side of her head.
I take all her permission and pound into her, following the pace of my speeding heart.
She moans along with it, in sync with me, like we’re dancing to a favorite song we share. Her pussy is dripping, easily allowing me to slide in and out.
My balls smack against her pussy as I hike her hips up further. Sweat covers her chest. I lower her sports bra to lick it off and then suck on her nipple. In the same breath, I do the same with the other.
She pants above me.
My sweet dancer.
Loving my cock inside her.
“Come for me, Pippa,” I say.
No, I fucking demand it. I’m so close to my release.
I need her to finish first.
Her pussy contracts on my dick before her entire body starts shaking.
My heart beats faster and faster, pounding against my chest like a caged monster begging for release. I clench my muscles to give myself more time, but it’s impossible. Pippa feels too damn good.
My mind goes blank, all my troubles and problems erased, and my veins feel like they’re burning as I come into the condom. I pull out of her, remove the condom, and release on the blazer.
I’m nearly energy-deprived as I scoop up her release with my finger and mix it with my cum on the blazer, swirling them together.
“Never wash this,” I say. “I want it to always smell like us.”
Then, I let the exhaustion take me. I collapse on her, no longer the ruthless man I’m expected to be. She accepts my weight, pulling in thick breaths. A few seconds pass before I fall on my back, cradling her to my body, as if she’s all that’ll keep my heart beating. My goddamn lifeline.
How the tables have turned.
I’m no longer her savior.
She’s mine.
Neither of us says a word, and it doesn’t take her long to fall asleep.
When a light snore leaves her, I carefully slip away, collect my clothes, and leave.