Dripping For The Enemy (Part 4)

I reach for his belt, fingers clumsy with need, but Damien catches my wrists and pins them above my head with one hand. His eyes fix on mine, smoldering and commanding.

“Not yet,” he rasps. “You said every inch. Show me how bad you want it, Elena. Ride me.”

He releases me, shifts back, and sits against the headboard, legs stretched out. In one smooth motion he shoves his pants and boxers down. His cock springs free—thick, heavy, veined, the head already glistening. It’s even bigger than I imagined, curving slightly, easily nine inches and so wide my pussy clenches at the sight.

I crawl to him, thighs shaky. He grips my hips and pulls me over his lap so I’m straddling him, knees sinking into the mattress on either side. The blunt head of his cock nudges my soaked entrance, hot and insistent.

“Sit down,” he orders. “Let me feel how greedy this cunt is for me.”

I brace my hands on his broad shoulders and lower myself slowly. The thick head stretches me open, burning in the best way. 

I rock my hips in tiny circles, trying to work him in.

“Fuck… you’re so big,” I whisper, breath hitching. I push down another inch, stroking the base of his shaft with my fingers to help guide him. My walls flutter around the invasion, slick sounds filling the room as I ease up and sink again.

Damien’s jaw clenches, hands digging into my ass. “That’s it. Slow like that. Tease me.”

I roll my hips in a lazy, seductive rhythm, taking a little more each time. My clit grinds against his pelvis when I bottom out halfway. I stay there, clenching around him, then rise until just the tip is inside before sliding back down. My tits brush his chest with every movement. I lean forward and bite his neck lightly, sucking a mark there.

He groans, deep and tortured. “You’re fucking killing me. Go faster, baby. Show me how much you need this dick.”

I try. I really do. I pick up the pace, bouncing a little harder, but he’s pressing into me so full it’s hard to go quick without it bordering on too much. Every downward glide makes me gasp.

“Mmm—ahh, Damien… feels so deep already.”

His fingers flex on my hips, breath coming in rough pants. “You’re torturing me on purpose. That slow grind—fuck, I’m not gonna last if you keep—shit.”

Suddenly his control snaps. He grips my waist hard, plants his feet, and thrusts up sharply, burying the rest of his length in one powerful stroke.

I cry out, nails digging into his shoulders. “Oh my god—Damien!”

He doesn’t give me time to adjust. He starts drilling up into me, fast and brutal, hips snapping like a machine. The wet slap of skin on skin is obscene. My pussy creams around him, juices coating his cock with every punishing thrust. Pleasure slams through me so hard my vision blurs.

“Take it,” he growls against my ear. “This is what you begged for. Every. Fucking. Inch.”

I can only moan brokenly, head falling back. “Yes—yes, like that—don’t stop—”

He fucks me harder, one hand sliding up to pinch my nipple, twisting just right. My thighs tremble around him. Another orgasm builds fast and vicious.

“I’m—fuck, I’m coming again—”

“Do it,” he demands, slamming into me, voice rough with control. “Milk my cock.”

I shatter, pussy spasming wildly around his thickness. A loud, shaky moan rips from my throat as I gush around him. He keeps thrusting through it, drawing it out until I’m whimpering.

Before I can catch my breath, he lifts me off him effortlessly and flips me around. “On your feet. Dresser. Now.”

My legs are jelly, but he steadies me, walking me to the large mirror above the dresser. He bends me over the wooden surface, scattering bottles of cologne and a watch with one sweep of his arm. They clatter to the floor. Cool wood presses against my stomach and tits as he kicks my legs wider.

“Look,” he orders, fisting my hair gently to lift my head. “Watch how incredible you look taking my dick.”

I try, but the second he lines up and slams back inside me, my eyes roll. The thrust is so deep it knocks the air from my lungs. “Ahh—fuck!”

He sets a relentless pace, hips slapping against my ass. In the mirror I catch flashes—my mouth open in a silent cry, tits swinging heavily with every brutal stroke, his powerful body behind me, muscles flexing, face dark with lust. My hair is wild, cheeks flushed crimson.

“See that?” he grunts, never slowing. “That’s my pussy. Look at how it stretches around me. So fucking pretty.”

I can barely focus. Every thrust hits that perfect spot inside, making my toes curl. My nipples drag against the wood, sending sparks straight to my clit. “Damien—too much—oh shit, I’m gonna—”

He reaches around and rubs my clit in tight circles. “Come again, baby. Let me feel it.”

I break hard, moaning his name like a prayer as my walls clamp down. He curses, pounding through my orgasm, the dresser creaking under us.

He pulls out suddenly, spins me around, and lifts me onto the dresser. Items scatter more. My back hits the mirror as he hooks my legs over his arms and drives back in, folding me nearly in half. This angle is impossibly deep. I claw at his back, leaving marks.

“Harder,” I beg, voice hoarse. “Fuck me harder, Damien.”

He obliges, hips snapping with raw power. Sweat slicks our skin. The mirror behind me vibrates with every thrust. I lean forward and suck on his tongue, messy and desperate. He groans into my mouth, one hand sliding down to grip my ass, spreading me wider.

“Such a filthy little thing,” he mutters between kisses. “Coming all over my cock again and again. You love being ruined, don’t you?”

“Yes—yours—only yours,” I pant.

He shifts us again, carrying me to the bed but not laying me down. Instead he stands at the edge, turns me so I’m facing away, and bends me over the mattress. He enters me from behind once more, slower this time, grinding deep and rolling his hips in circles that make me see stars.

I push back against him, chasing the friction on my clit. “Mmm—right there, keep doing that—feels so good…”

His hand snakes around to rub me while he fucks me in long, dragging strokes. The pressure builds again, slower but intense. I’m sobbing moans into the sheets now, body oversensitive and still greedy.

“Come with me,” he growls. “One more time.”

He speeds up, thumb working my clit perfectly. I clench around him, tipping over the edge with a sharp cry. He follows right after, burying himself to the hilt and pulsing hot and deep inside me. His groan is guttural, body shuddering against mine as he fills me.

We stay locked together, panting. He presses soft kisses along my spine, then pulls out carefully. I collapse on the bed, boneless and thoroughly fucked. My body hums, every inch sore and satisfied.

Damien climbs beside me and pulls me into his chest. He brushes damp hair from my face, then places a surprisingly gentle kiss on my forehead, lips lingering. His voice drops to that cold, possessive tone that sends a shiver through me.

“No going back, Elena. You’re a Blackwood now.”