Page 9 of Drowning

"Just fuck me, Seven." I reach up and grab his arm, attempting to pull him down.

"What, I can't admire you before I ruin you?" He laughs, leaning down a little more, his cock sliding against my thigh.

I shiver, my pussy dripping and clit pulsing, ready for him to fuck me. "Are you not capable of multitasking?" I try to make a joke to keep him from seeing the bruises under my sweatshirt.

Still, he hovers over me and spreads my legs wide, rubbing the tip of his pierced dick up and down my slit, coating it in my arousal. My lips parted, and as I was about to moan, he seized them and destroyed my mouth with his tongue. He kisses me until he sucks every last ounce of air from my lungs, leaving me breathless as he pulls away.

"Fuck, baby. I've been waiting for this day for a long time," he whispers softly into my ear as he tugs my lobe between his teeth.

"Then Fuck me, Seven. Show me how much you want this. Show me how much you want me." My eyes flutter as his cock head presses against my opening, gradually easing inside.

"This greedy little pussy feels so fucking good," he grunts, bottoming out inside of me.

He remains motionless, allowing me to wiggle my hips and adjust to his size and the sensation of his piercings gliding against my inner walls. My back arches, and I start to buck my hips, wanting nothing more than to chase the feeling of his cock stretching my pussy out.

"Do you want this dick, Princess?" Seven licks my collarbone and works his way down to my breasts.

I nod, attempting to find my voice. "Yes," I moan, digging my nails into his back as he starts to move slowly inside of me.

I put my legs around him and drew him in without waiting for him to finish. He picks up the pace, his hips thrusting into mine with a purpose that leaves me gasping for breath and on the edge of something so powerful that I can't look away. My body tingles, with waves of pleasure building and crashing over me as we move in perfect harmony.

Every touch—every thrust—draws us closer to something so intense and consuming that we lose ourselves in each other, the weight of the world falling away as we succumb to the fire between us. With Seven's hands gripping my hips and his gaze never leaving mine, I lose myself in pure bliss, surrendering to the raw, unfiltered pleasure that only he can provide. In that moment, nothing else in the world seems to matter.

All of my feelings for him, which I had never known how to deal with, suddenly made sense.

He fucks me sweetly at first, admiring my body as if he were my fucking king. But as he quickens his pace and fucks me with deep, powerful strokes, I notice the darkness flicker in his eyes as he loses control. His lips find a place on mine as my pussyclenches around him, strangling his cock as he fucks me harder, battling through my tight muscles.

"Come for me, Princess. I want to feel that sweet cum soaking my cock so I can leave it there overnight."

I shuddered at his words, his hand slowly pushing my sweatshirt up. In this moment, I didn't care about bruises painting my skin. My orgasm overtakes me, causing me to cling to him for dear life as our eyes lock with intensity.

"Emerson," a whisper escapes his lips as more skin shows, my climax on the verge of exploding. "I'm going to fucking kill him." He slams into me one more time, and the damn inside me bursts, my cum soaking him and dripping onto the couch beneath my ass. It's the most amazing thing I've ever felt, and I don't want it to end.

He grunts and groans against my lips while twisting my nipple and pounding into me, fucking me through my climax.

I bask in the afterglow, knowing that I have finally let go of everything that has been haunting me for so long. For the first time in my life, I feel truly liberated. The bruises on my skin are simply reminders of a past that I am leaving behind.

I close my eyes and let the sound of his breathing lull me into a peaceful state. My heart beats, attempting to return to normal, but he pulls out, leaving me feeling empty. He strokes himself, aiming for my pussy, with a gleam in his eyes that makes me melt all over again. He comes, hot, thick fluid pooling all over my pussy, sliding down my lips. He takes his hand and smears his cum all over my pussy lips, rubbing it in like lotion.

"Don't wash this off until I tell you," he demands, gasping as he shudders from his orgasm, his body collapsing on top of mine.

"You want me to walk around with dried cum on my pussy?"

"My cum, Princess. I want you wearingmycum,” he says proudly as he kisses me one more time, his tongue gently dancing with mine in unison.

Once we are dressed and sitting down with a drink in our hands, I light a cigarette to satisfy the craving that has been torturing my soul. We sit close together, silence enveloping us, but nothing needs to be said.

Again, I feel a sense of unease creeping in, and the hair on my body rises. Shaking slightly, I turn to look out the window, hoping no one is there. I'm hoping I don't see Damon out there.

"What is it?" He taps my shoulder; his voice hoarse.

"N... nothing." I look away from the window and lock eyes with him again, trying to conceal my fear.

"He's not going to fucking touch you, Emerson."

As he wraps his arm around my back and gently tugs me against him, I close my eyes, wanting to believe him.

But I know that with Damon, anything is possible, and I don't like the feeling.

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