Page 77 of Tear Me Down
“You want to exhaust me, little wolf?” All I can do is nod as the muscles in my body begin to tense under the pleasure. “I can’t hear you.” A sharp pinch on my clit pulls an answer from me.
“Yes!” The warmth from his hand on my clit moves away and begins running up the front of my body, counteracting the coldness pressing against my back. His hand reaches up and grabs onto my breast again, pinching my nipple and sending another surge of pain through my body. “Oh God, Damien…” I feel his length rub against my sensitive walls, knotting every nerve from my vagina to my nipple. My body involuntarily begins to shake and arch in response to his body flexing.
“Fuck, baby girl…” My eyes roll to his words, and I'm pushed past the edge, clenching around him and staring into stars. His dick trembles inside of meand pulses as he drives harder into me, prolonging his own pleasure as we both fall apart. His grip on one thigh only tightens against my shaking, but it’s no time before he removes himself and picks me up off of the counter, acting as if the aftermath of our orgasms has already faded. His large hands squeeze my ass, and his hard ab muscles slam on to my already sensitive clit as he holds me close. I dig my nails into his shoulders, clinging to him and desperate for an anchor as strong as he is. “I’m not tired yet.”
He carries me into the living area, stands me in front of the couch, and turns my back to him, using quick and demanding movements to show his dominance. I feel his sitting motion behind me, but the moment it stops, he spreads my legs on either side of his thighs and forcefully pulls me down by my hips, setting me on top of him as he rams himself into me again. I draw in a gasp as he tears into me, forcing any air in my lungs outward. My body rocks up and down as he thrusts into me from below.
His teeth clamp onto the back of my shoulder and send a shock down to my already throbbing clit. He lands bite after bite in various places ranging from my neck, shoulders, and back, all while snaking his hand up to grasp my throat. I suck in a breath as he tightens his hold, his bruising grip resuming on my hip as well. My vision turns hazy, and a deeper rumble manifests in my lower belly, charging and gearing up with every thrust.
“I’m going to stuff you so fucking full, baby.” He then releases my throat and pulls my hair back, forcing my gaze to the ceiling as he pushes against my shoulders. I arch deeper, gripping his knees for leverage as he continues to use me. The hand on my back falls and then comes down hard on my ass only a moment later, delivering a blow to the sensitive skin and charging my arousal. Twice, and then a third time before his palm rubs at the sting, pushing me towards the point of another orgasm and overstimulation.
“Damien… I-I’m gonna…”
“I know, little wolf. Come again for me!”
I scream out as my strongest climb yet pushes me over, sending tremors through my entire body. My throbbing pussy clenches around him, and I hear his groans and loud moaning fill the room as he stills inside me. I can feel myself crumbling at the end of my release, barreling towards a level of exhaustion, but this is not the end, and I can feel it as he pulls out quickly again.
He swiftly pushes me to the side and scoops me up, holding me bridal style as he takes determined strides away from the living room. His lips meet mine in a passionate kiss, accompanied by harsh teeth and breaths, only to be broken as he drops me onto the surface of the bed. The moment my stomach makes contact with the soft surface, his hands find my hips again and yank me back, sending electricity through my body as I feel the head of his cock line itself up with my pussy once again. I whimper at the contact, feeling my overused core scream at the overstimulation, but as he thrusts inside me, a shrill and pleasurable cry flies from my lips. My walls clench around him again, and while my body is screaming that it’s too much, the horny, submissive bitch inside me mantras for it to continue.
“Damien, I can’t…” I claw at the sheets, desperate to hold on.
“Don’t run from me, baby girl. I'm not done with you yet. This is what you wanted, isn't it?” He reaches down and wraps his hand around my throat again, pulling me up to him so I'm standing on my knees and can feel his hot, hard body press against my back. He pulls out gradually, just until he’s barely sheathed inside me, and then he thrusts in again, brutally. That perfect angle makes me twitch when he hits the right, overused spot, and then he draws back slowly again, allowing me to really feel every movement. “That’s my good girl. Do you feel that? This is a reminder that this pussy is mine.” I whimper and nod as his grip on my throat tightens.
Our bodies start to rock, swaying with one another as he picks the pace up yet again like a torturous crescendo that lights my entire body of fire. I scream out again as he sinks his teeth into my neck and licks the pain away, allowing his warm saliva to alleviate the prick. He repeats the process of licks, kisses, and bites over and over in different spots along my neck and shoulders as I feel a third climb surge its way into my gut, ravaging through my entire body and evolving my shakiness to full convulsing.
“Oh… God, Damien… I-I can’t…”
“You say you can’t, but I can feel your greedy cunt thinking differently. You can give me one more, little wolf. Just one.” His hand reaches down, and the moment his finger brushes against my swollen, throbbing clit, I explode.
“DAMIEN!” I violently come and clench around him so harshly that I almost buckle over. If his hand wasn’t still wrapped around my throat, I probably would have with how harshly I’m pulsing with his erratic movements. My body tries to fall limp in his hold as he yells out and comes inside me for the third time, but he holds strong, and keeps me upright as I lean lazily against him for support. He holds onto me tightly, like someone holding onto a security blanket, and his grip never loosens. Even as he moves his hand from my throat to my chest and rubs the flushed skin there, feeling the way my chest is heaving up and down. The pressure from his hold on my hip releases, and he slides that hand to my stomach to find a better grip.
We stay like that for a moment as the fog clears from our vision, and he mostly catches his breath, until he finally slides out of my abused pussy. I can’t help but collapse against the bed, completely spent and drained. My whole body is shaking, and I can’t see straight or calm my own breathing. I have never felt so empty, yet so full at the time. It’s the strangest feeling to not have an ounce of strength left, but to be so satisfied. I watch as he finally collapses beside me, as if he was contemplating on whether or not to go again, but thankfully, his large hand begins to caress my face in a sweet gesture void of sexual energy.
“How about now? I hope you’re as exhausted as I am,” I ask through shuddered breaths and a lazy grin. He nods languidly with a grin of his own, seemingly drifting off as he speaks.
“Yeah, I’m pretty fucking tired now.”
“Good.” We both huff out a chuckle, and he climbs to the top of the bed, wrapping his arm around me and dragging my semi-conscious body with him. I use whatever strength I have left to prop myself against the headboard and let him lay on me for a change. His head lays on my chest, and I relax mine on topof his, running my fingers through his sweaty hair and silently coercing him to finally rest. He wraps his arms around me and slips into comfort, finally allowing his body to release the weight of his tension. It’s not long before his eyes finally close for good, and I slip into sleep with him.
Chapter twenty-seven
Ashia
Loud vibrations from Damien’s phone wake me from my deep sleep, knocking against the end table so harshly that it almost reaches the bed. I reach over and answer it before it can wake him up, barely glancing at the screen before I press it to my ear.
“Hello?” I quietly and groggily say.
“Good morning, Mrs. Hartley. This is Morgan Albright, the rental manager. We just wanted to be sure you all will be out of the house by the checkout time at ten today?” I pull the phone away to check the time, and it’s nine in the morning now. I internally groan and bring the phone back close.
“Is there any way we can extend it?” I whisper.
“Unfortunately not. If you wish to stay later, we’ll have to charge for another day.” Memories from only a few hours ago race through my mind. I had woken up at two in the morning, and that’s when I walked into the kitchen to find Damien. I imagine we didn’t even get back to sleep until four after our sex-a-thon, and that’s certainly not enough time for him to sleep properly. Looking down briefly, I see how immersed in sleep he really is. His face is more relaxed than it has been in weeks, and the way he’s practically dead weight on top of me tells me everything I need to know.
“Can we just go ahead and add a day? We’ll be out later in the afternoon, but my fiancé needs more time to sleep.”
“Should we use the card on file?” The woman says, almost annoyed.
“Yes ma’am.”
