Free Web NovelChapter 69: Spider’s Web IV*
"No, wait― Ngh!" I couldn’t help the whine that escaped my lips the moment he slipped his stiff member right past my entrance.
My thoughts were a mess and I hadn’t even decided yet where Damon and I stood. But the next thing I knew, we were already naked as the day we were born and his cock was shoved right into me, filling me up completely.
He didn’t move slowly, not allowing me even a second of reprieve before he began to pump in me. While he said no such thing, I couldn’t help but feel like I was just a warm body for him to fuck and use as he pleased, just an object to satisfy his sexual needs.
But honestly, who was I to judge when each of his thrusts had me shivering in pleasure, writhing beneath him like a bitch in heat?
Well, unfortunately, that was exactly what I was. My head was void of all sense and reason and all I could think about was the feeling of his member lodged between my thighs, moving in and out with sensual precision that it scraped at my walls just the way I liked it.
"Hmm... Wait?" he hummed, his fingers moving to wrap around my throat.
I gasped, grasping at his wrist instinctively. Though he did not apply enough pleasure for me to choke, my hands knew better to be safe than sorry. It wasn’t as though there was anything I could do if he really wished to squeeze the life out of me. However, it felt safer to have my hands holding his, as fucked up as that sounded.
He bent forward, his lips pressed right beside my ear. I could feel his own hard grunts and heavy breathing, sounds that he tried to keep down as much as he could. However, with us pressed together so close, there was no hiding the noises caused by such pleasure.
It seemed like even the great Damon Valentine wasn’t able to hide his lust in between the throes of pleasure.
"You don’t seem like you can wait any longer," he said, practically purring right into my ear. His breath was warm, fanning over my skin and further encouraging the flames in my body to grow.
I shivered at the sensation, my walls contracting around him, a movement that caused him to laugh.
His lips began to trail down my neck, pressing kisses painfully close to where my carotid artery was before eventually moving down to my mark. His tongue darted out, licking at the wound he had just opened before gently suckling, causing my back to arch off the bed.
"Y-You’re wrong," I said weakly. However, my voice came out pathetically soft and meek. It didn’t sound strong willed one bit and I knew that Damon thought the same as well.
I could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he said, "Good girls don’t lie, Harper. And bad girls get punished."
He rolled his hips, keeping the rhythm nice and steady as he rocked into me. Just a few nights together and he had already perfectly grasped all of my sensitive parts, the tip of his cock ramming right where would cause my eyes to roll and my lips to part. He targeted that spot specifically and consistently, and each thrust in was only accompanied by my pitiful whining and the lewd, slopping sound of bodily fluids.
I hadn’t even had the chance to question what sort of punishment he had in mind when his hands came to my hips, gripping them so hard that I knew without a doubt it would bruise the next morning. He pulled out, his dick dragging along my walls as a shaky breath left my lips.
"Fuck―"
The expletive hadn’t even completely been enunciated when Damon’s hips quickly snapped back, sheathing himself into me fully with one swift motion. My legs hiked up with a squeal and his hands quickly grabbed me by my thighs.
"Wrap your legs around me," he instructed.
Through my hazy mind, delirious with yearning, I obediently followed his instructions as though I was caught in an enchantment. I locked my feet around his waist, drawing him close to me as he grinned.
"What a good girl."
I must’ve gone insane, for that compliment had me giddy with delight. The praise he had granted me had my half-working brain jumping for joy, ready to offer up more of me as long as it pleased him. It was almost as though I would do anything for a compliment, basically.
Anything for acknowledgement.
I had already forgotten all about the conversation we just shared, or of the problems I’ve had with him ever since we first laid eyes on one another. Every crime, every wrong that Damon had committed against me was thrown to the back of my mind, further with every thrust he pumped into me.
It was as he said― he was rewiring my entire brain with his DNA, reworking my mind to have him and only him. If I had a clearer mind, I would’ve realized what a frightening thought that was. However, I was too far gone off the edge, chasing after the pleasure that he so easily provided me.
Our bodies moved together as though it was made for each other — and arguably, it was — and it was an intoxicating sensation.
"Here’s your reward," he said. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
He repeated his previous action, his tip practically crashing against my g-spot repeatedly in quick, hard motions. Again. Then again.
And again.
The stream of pleasure had me going cross-eyed, drool practically leaking uncontrollably from my lips. It wasn’t the only thing that was pooling, for I could feel a wet, sticky dribble flowing down my ass and onto the bed. I was leaking buckets, and Damon used the extra lubrication much to his delight.
"Gods," he murmured, his voice hoarse and heavy. "You’re wet as fuck, little rabbit. So ready for my seed, are you?"
"Oh fuck," I moaned, my nails digging into his back. "Fuck... yes. P-Please, please fill me up."
I was so close. Just a little more and I would fall graciously over the edge, my climax coming up hard and fast. Damon didn’t slow down one bit as he chased after his own release, making sure to help me find mine as well as he did.
His hand reached down and continued to rub circles onto my clit, sealing my lips with a kiss just as I whimpered due to the intense feeling on the sensitive bud.
"Cum," he ordered. "Show me just how dirty you are."
My body shook as an electrifying release washed over me. As I climaxed, my walls contracted down on Damon, the fluttering brush of his rod against me further pushing me through the orgasm. He grunted against my lips, releasing ropes and ropes of hot liquid deep in me as I milked him down to every last drop.
As my orgasm ripped through my body, I had to bite down hard on my own lip to prevent myself from screaming the building down. A metallic taste burst forth on my tongue but at that moment, I hadn’t even realized that I had drawn blood. All I could feel was Damon’s length still in me, rocking me through my climax until I eventually finished.
My legs were still locked around his waist, subconsciously forcing him to release everything he had in me rather than waste a drop.
"Mine," he growled. "You’re mine, Harper Gray."
