Page 67 of Damiano De Luca (The Five Syndicates)
I’d never seen him so unfettered. It only turned me on more. I did this. I had him unhinged. I drove away the pain and suffering his dad had caused. I’d always seen the side of Damian that others hadn’t had the privilege of viewing, but even I hadn’t seen how deep his demons went.
They hid behind a reserved façade, and an educated vocabulary, and bespoke suits, and patience. And now that the lid had been pulled off, Damian didn’t hold back as he chased them away with each thrust.
I assumed the person outside the door had left, because we weren’t interrupted again.
Damian’s pace didn’t relent, but he suddenly spoke out loud, “I’m not him.”
I wasn’t even sure if his words were meant for me, but I replied, “No, you’re not. You’re better.” He picked up his speed, and I groaned. “Oh, God. Damian!”
He grabbed one of my legs and led it to the bottom shelf. I lifted it onto the shelf, following his instructions without a word. With my leg raised, he slid deeper inside me, pressing harder against my G-spot. I was so close to coming, and I barely held on as it was. I didn’t want this to end.
He bit my shoulder, leaving teeth marks. “We won’t be them.”
I shook my head as much as I could with his relentless pace. “We won’t.”
Damian had always internalized his pain, and I’d always figured he’d find his breaking point. I just didn’t know he’d be balls deep inside me when it happened. But I was happy to help him, every part of me excited that he had chosen me to chase his demons away.
“Damian!” I needed him to slow down. If he kept this up, he’d make me come, and it’d be over. “Too fast. Too much. I can’t take it.”
“Yes, you can.” He reached around me and rubbed my clit with his fingers, bringing me over the edge. “And fuck, you look so fucking beautiful taking my cock.” He pressed dozens of little kisses along my neck, the only soft part about the way he pounded in and out of me.
I came on him hard, and he didn’t stop his relentless fucking, his fingers merciless in teasing my clit. He leaned against my back and whispered filthy words in my ear as my walls spasmed around his erection.
I’ve never slid into a pussy so tight.
I can feel your walls clamping around me, like you don’t want my cock to leave.
Come all over my cock, baby.
Your pussy is such a needy little cunt, Princess.
And then, he hit me with the words, his voice haunted, “Tell me you love me again.”
My eyes glazed over, the pleasure too much. “I do.” I tried to turn to look him in the eyes as I told him, but his fast pace had me clenching my eyelids shut and holding the shelf as tightly as I could. So, I settled for chanting the words, feeling freer with each iteration. “I love you, Damian. I love you, I love you, I love you.”
I was spent when he slid out of me, barely able to hold myself up without the help of the bookshelf I clutched and his arm around my waist. I dropped to the floor, turned, and leaned against the bookshelf with my legs tucked under me.
I stared at his erection with hooded eyes. “You haven’t come.” He didn’t answer, but I persisted. “Let me help you come.”
His eyes flicked over me, taking time to stare at my heaving breasts. “I’m a mess right now. I shouldn’t have fucked you that hard.”
“I liked it.” My voice came out spent and husky. “You should have fucked me harder.” My eyes traced his long erection, cataloging each vein and the perfect ridge of its head. I licked my lips. “Let me make you come.”
Indecision warred across his face until he walked forward, and I kneeled in anticipation. “I’m not ready to be gentle,” he warned.
I nodded. “I like rough.”
And I did. This rough, nothing-held-back, do-as-we-pleased sex felt liberating. He didn’t judge me for loving it, and I didn’t judge him for needing it. If anything, I loved that he knew I could take it.
“Open.” He reached out, and his thumb pushed my chin down until my lips parted. “Wider.”
I opened wider as he leaned forward, stuck his fingers inside me, gathered my wetness, then spread it across his erection. He stroked his erection a few times before guiding it into my mouth. I leaned forward and rubbed my nipples on his thighs as my tongue slid across his cock, tasting myself. I tasted a little sweet, almost like nothing.
“Can you taste your cum? Can you taste how much I turn you on?”
“Yes,” I tried to say around his erection, but it came out muffled, so I nodded my head instead.
“Good. Don’t fucking forget that, because I hate when you make me chase what’s already mine, Renata. And make no mistake, you’re mine.” He stepped back, releasing himself from my mouth. “On the bed. On your back.”
