Chapter 11
11
I sit there, legs spread wide, my cock throbbing in anticipation. Pippa’s dress falls over our laps, her panties brushing against my pants-covered erection. My cologne mixes with her perfume, creating the perfect aroma in the air.
It’s important she understands who I am. I’ll always keep secrets from her.
I’m not deceitful.
I just know it’s dangerous for us both.
I’ve never warned a woman like this. There haven’t been many to tell, honestly. I’ve fucked three women—all of them casual and forced to sign NDAs.
But Pippa is different.
She saw me at my most vulnerable.
At my moment of weakness.
I release a sharp hiss when she rolls her hips forward, her pussy gliding along my cock.
Fuck, my sweet dancer.
“Say it, baby.” I clamp my hands on her waist, holding her still, and thrust my hips forward. “Say you’re ready for all of me because I’m fucking desperate for all of you. ”
My words linger in the air for only a second before she says, “I want all of you, Damien. I crave your entirety.”
Adrenaline dashes through me like I’ve taken an upper.
I’ll fuck her until neither of us can walk for giving me this.
For saying yes and accepting me.
Cupping the back of her head, I tangle my fingers in her hair and tug her closer to devour her mouth.
“Damien,” she moans as I pick her up, carrying her to the bedroom.
I flick on the light, and instead of laying her on the bed, I guide her to kneel at my feet.
“You want all of me?” I unbuckle my pants.
Her lust-filled eyes stare up at me in hunger. I’m sure mine are even more intense. Her throat moves as she swallows like she knows I’m about to abuse the fuck out of her throat.
I plunge my hand into her thick hair, my cock throbbing, and yank her face to my crotch. My roughness doesn’t deter her. The way her pupils dilate shows more excitement than fear. Her movements are rushed as she shoves down my pants and briefs. My cock springs free, pre-cum already coating the tip.
I grip my length, brushing it along the seam of her plump lips. “Brace yourself for all of me, baby.”
My cock twitches, and I gulp down a breath as her warm mouth sucks on the tip of my cock.
Throwing my head back, I groan, “Fuck, Pippa. That’s my good girl.”
This woman is completely taking me over.
She hasn’t even deep-throated me yet, and I’m on the verge of shooting my cum down her throat.
“Take it all,” I urge, ramming my hips forward.
Like the good girl she is, she obediently takes my cock deep in her mouth. It fills it perfectly, the tip hitting the back of her throat.
“Fuck yes,” I grunt .
She sucks me deep— in and out, in and out , and I get lost in the moment.
I feel possessive of her mouth.
I’m in love with it.
Goddamn addicted.
It doesn’t take long until I’m ready to shoot my load down her throat.
But that can’t happen yet.
No, I need more than that.
I retreat a step, stopping her, and my cock falls from her lips. “Get ready.”
She blinks up at me. “For what?”
“I’m going to fuck your mouth hard .” I edge closer, my blood thrumming with the need to come. I want to fuck her mouth until it’s sore for a goddamn week. “Tap my thigh three times if it becomes too much.”
She opens her mouth but doesn’t make an argument. Her jaw relaxes, as if ready for whatever I’ll unleash upon her. I love how a slight smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. Her eyes are shuttered as I grip my cock, crouch down to her face, and push it inside as deep as I can.
Surprised, she gasps for breaths.
I pause, my quads tensing as my cock fills her mouth. “Breathe in through your nose, baby,” I say before pumping my hips. I shove my dick deeper and deeper down her throat.
She chokes, drool spilling down her chin and landing on the rug. But she doesn’t complain.
Doesn’t do a trio tap on my leg.
She fucking takes it.
Hell, she’s moaning.
They’re strangled around my cock, but they’re moans.
Fuck, what I’d pay to compile a playlist made entirely of Pippa’s moans. That shit would win a goddamn Grammy.
I stop her again. Coming down her throat this way will be too much for her. I need her relaxed so she can suck every drop of my cum from my dick.
I step away, lie down on my back, and jerk off. “Now, come drink my cum.”
Pippa crawling toward me with a shy smirk is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. She bows her head and gulps down my cock like she’s craving my release more than I am.
I spill my cum down her throat. Keeping a tight hold on her head, I don't allow her to move it. My body shakes like an earthquake underneath her.
I rise, separating the distance between us, and haul her to her feet. Not giving a shit how expensive her dress is, I rip it off her body and toss it on the floor. Her panties are the next to go.
“Bed. Now,” I demand. “Time for me to make you come on my tongue.”
As soon as her body hits the bed, I drop to my knees.
Bow down to my sweet dancer like she bowed down to me.
We’re so undeniably made for each other.
I swipe my tongue down her sweet pussy. Every time I taste her, it’s better and better. I eat her out and finger-fuck her, sucking on her clit every few seconds until she’s falling apart.
As she comes undone, I unbutton my shirt, remove my pants, and throw them aside. Right as I start to climb over her, she points at the nightstand.
“Condom,” she says between pants.
It’d be heaven to fuck Pippa bare, but she gets the final say. It’s Pippa’s pussy, so it’s Pippa’s choice. Hopefully, she’ll feel comfortable enough one day for me to fuck her with no barrier.
I quickly grab the condom and pass it to her. “Put it on me.”
She rolls it over my cock, and I grab her ankles, tugging her to the edge of the bed. As I situate my cock at her opening, I appreciate the beauty beneath me. Curly brown hair a wild mess, forming a halo around her head. Her lip gloss smeared, compliments of my cock .
I keep my grip on one ankle. I’ve never held something so fragile in my hands. Our eyes lock as I enter her. I don’t move, giving her time to adjust to my size.
Even though her pussy is soaked like a fucking river, she’s so tight that it still feels like a knot is tied around my cock.
I start out slow. That pace only lasts a few seconds. I lift her by the back of her thighs and pound into her. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room.
I let my anger, my frustration, out on her pussy, and she takes it all. She falls apart first, and her body is nearly limp as I lower her to her back and come. I switch out condoms and then fuck her slow and missionary.
By the time we come for the third time, our bodies are exhausted and sore.
I thought the best prescription for my grief was violence.
Turns out, it’s Pippa’s pussy.
Pippa’s mouth around my cock.
And while temporary, it’s a pleasant reprieve.
But that doesn’t mean I won’t kill men after.
When I wake up the following morning, Pippa is peacefully sleeping.
I wore my girl out last night. Hell, I wore both of us out. Every muscle in my entire body aches.
I swipe her phone from the nightstand, punch in her passcode, and save my info in her Contacts. When I’m finished, I kneel next to her, brushing her hair from her angelic face.
“I have to go,” I whisper. “I saved my number in your phone. Get some rest, baby.”
She releases a sleepy yawn. “Can’t you stay longer? You need rest too. ”
“As much as I’d love that, I can’t.”
She watches me as I stand and walk toward the doorway.
“Be safe, Damien,” she says. “I’m here if there’s anything I can help with.”
I stop in my tracks. “There’s actually something, but it’s asking a lot.”
She props herself up against the headboard. “Tell me.”