Page 49 of Cruel Knots

Reaching out, I grasp his dark strands and pull.

Damien growls and sucks on my clit, making my head roll back onto the pillow.

The intensity of pleasure drives me into a frenzy. There’s not a shred of shame or fear left in me as Damien kisses the hell out of my pussy.

I don’t even bother counting the orgasms that shudder through me. Damien’s mouth turns me into a whimpering, shaking mess but I still don’t want him to stop.

I don’t even know how much time passes but it’s a while before I realize he’s moved away from me. Opening my eyes, I watch him get rid of his trousers and present me with his thick, erect cock.

In the light of day, I finally get to see him. He’s so damn big that I marvel at my own body for taking him in and reveling in the moments he rutted me like a beast.

I want him again, I catch myself thinking.

My pussy flutters at the same tempo as my pounding heart. I feel like I’ve known Damien for years, that he’s no stranger to me. For a moment, I wonder if my heat is making me go crazy.

Sitting up straighter, he gestures at his thighs. “Get over here,” he says in a commanding tone.

Intrigued, I move closer to him.

“Sit on me,” he says, opening his arms in an inviting gesture.

I glance at his cock, proudly erect and waiting to be swallowed up by my pussy. A hint of embarrassment flickers through me but I’m not willing to miss out an opportunity.

I move over to him and settle myself on his lap. His cock rubs against my pussy, heightening my anticipation. Damien watches me as I take the thick, hot length in my hand and rub the head against my dripping entrance.

A gasp escapes me as he suddenly wraps an arm around my waist and lifts me, positioning me directly over his jutting cock. “Look at me,” he growls as he slowly lowers me.

I stare into his ice-blue eyes and let his shaft push inside my soaking folds.

“Oh, goddess have mercy,” I moan as his cock slips inside me inch by inch.

The scars on Damien’s face bunch together as his expression changes. His eyes close up as my core sucks him in.

“You feel so damn good, Lucia,” he groans, holding my waist in a bruising hold. “I hate giving you what you want but damn it, this feels incredible.” With that, he thrusts upward and slides deeper inside me.

The feeling of being stretched to my limits is a heady mix of pain and pleasure. “Ahh! Fuck,” I moan as my head falls back.

“How does it feel to get stabbed by me?” he asks in a rough voice.

I stare into his eyes and let my lips curve into a wry grin. “It’s the best feeling in the world,” I say without a hint of embarrassment.

Surprise flickers in his eyes. Determined to take control of the situation, I wrap my arms around his neck and start riding his hot, pulsing cock.

I’ve been scared of this man since the moment I laid eyes on him but at this moment, all my fears have evaporated. My instincts have come to the surface and are taking charge of the situation.

My nails dig into his massive, muscular shoulders as I rise up on his shaft and push down to meet his thrusts. His cock inside my tight channel feels heavenly, the closeness between us perfectly natural.

Leaning forward, Damien runs his tongue along the column of my neck. Next moment, he bites into my flesh, wrenching out a cry of pleasure.

A trickle of blood runs down my neck and he’s quick to lap it up. His warm, velvety tongue feels good against the sore spot, allowing me to continue riding his cock with all abandonment.

It’s not long before my body tightens in that achingly familiar sensation. With one massive thrust, I fall apart. Intense pleasure cascades over me, drowning my senses completely.

My slick runs down his shaft but he remains firmly buried inside me. With a sudden move, he pushes me down on the bed.

Now, I’m lying on my back while he hovers over me.

Leaning down, he captures my lips while he starts thrusting inside me once again. His hungry mouth drinks all my moans and gasps as he ruts into me at a harder, faster pace.

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