Page 51 of My Masked Savior
“Now,” he continues with a smirk. “You know I don’t mind making you take it. But I’d really fucking love it if you sat on my face now and rode it until you gush into my mouth.”
I wiggle against his chest without meaning to, too turned on by his filthy words to stay still. Damien snarls and moves his palms to my ass. “Now, Morgan.”
I stop thinking of my ample booty and park it on his handsome face, grabbing onto the headboard for support. Encouraged by his moans, I relax and let him spear his tongue into my clenching hole. His fingers dig into my flesh, and I know I’ll have bruises to remember this by later.
Damien makes sounds like a starving savage, rubbing his nose against my clit, shaking his head, and licking what feels like every inch of my pussy. In minutes, I’m teetering on the edge, and he seems to know it too,because he takes my clit between his lips and sucks mercilessly.
“Damien,” I moan, my hips automatically trying to swivel. He clamps down on my legs and holds me still. Feeling restrained and helpless to do anything but take the pleasure he gives me just makes me burn hotter. “I’m close,” I whisper, but he must hear me because he groans, the vibration pushing me into a freefall of pleasure.
My muscles are still shaking when I find myself deposited on the bed on my stomach, then my hips are pulled up, Damien’s hard cock nestling against my ass.
“Time for me to come in this tight pussy. Get my cum where it belongs.”
I moan weakly. I think one of these days, he’s going to make me pass out from just the things he says.
Damien runs a hand down my back before he lines himself up at my entrance and starts pushing in. He’s been inside me a couple of times now, but still my body struggles to take his girth, the burn deliciously sweet.
“Wish you could see what I’m seeing, princess. Your cunt swallowing up my cock.” He pulls back slowly. “Then gripping it, not wanting to let it go.”
All I can do is moan as he builds up a steady rhythm, going harder and faster with each thrust until his balls are slapping against me, the sound of flesh against flesh obscene in the dim room. By the time he reaches under me to play with my clit, I’m keening, balancing on the precipice of another world-shaking orgasm.
“You’re gonna come for me now, sweet Morgan. You’re gonna squeeze out every last drop of my cum. Take what’s yours, princess.”
Helpless to do otherwise, I obey, my mouth opening in a soundless scream as my womb contracts so hard it hurts.Intense waves of pleasure spread from my core and through every muscle in my body, leaving me wobbly and off-kilter.
“Fuck! Such a good girl, choking my cock. Morgan!”
Damien’s hips stutter against me, then he pushes in hard one last time before unloading inside me.
Our heavy breathing is the only sound, and I’m lost in a haze of post-coital pleasure, enjoying the drip of Damien’s sweat over my back.
“We should get ready,” he murmurs after a while, pulling me out of the quiet euphoria.
“Yeah,” I hum. I hate having to socialize after the night we had. But at least he’s going to be there, and Basia too.
I make a regretful sound when Damien pulls out.
“Fuck,” he says, chasing the last of the satiation from my blood. “Did I hurt you? You’re bleeding.”
Oh no.“Ah, shit, it’s my period. I’m sorry,” I say quickly, clenching my eyes shut. This is so freaking embarrassing. I was just sitting on his face for heaven’s sake!
Damien runs a hand over my ass, and I slowly turn around and face him.
“Princess, don’t ever apologize for that,” he says calmly. “And it’s not the last time my dick is gonna wear your blood like a badge of honor, trust me. I’m not waiting a week to fuck you, not now, not ever.”
His words make my ears burn, but I’m so grateful that he’s not mad at me that I throw myself forward into his arms. He’s not Marco. He wouldn’t hurt me for getting blood on him.
“Morgan,” he sighs into my hair. “There’s nothing about you or your body that I’m ever not gonna love. You’re it for me, princess. I’d fuck you again now to prove it, but we really gotta go.”
I laugh, squeezing him tighter. I can’t believe a panicattack at an office Christmas party led to me being here with this man, so ridiculously happy.
Nuzzling into Damien’s neck, I breathe in his warm, manly scent.
Marco is gone thanks to him. I’ll be able to visit my parents whenever I want without worrying about running into my abuser. And they’re going to love Damien, I just know it. Bet he’s going to like Madison too.
But first, I’m meeting his friends. Yeah. This new year is starting out amazingly.
EPILOGUE
