Soul-Searching (Closed for Cum_Inside)

[Cum_Inside]

She turned away from him, knuckles clenched so tightly that they blanched as she thought about all that.

Harper remembered being young and full of aspirations. She’d had so many plans. But Cameron squirrelled away all their time and money and wouldn’t let her too far out of his sight. University had been out of the question. She’d tried for a while, received cold silence, and tried one more time when she thought he might be calming down.

The idea of her wanting to get away from him so badly and make something of herself had incited him. He’d hit her for the first time that night, cracked her solidly across the face and left her stunned. Spitting out an order to never mention schooling again, Harper knew that things were only going to get worse. She still couldn’t believe it had happened, shocked and afraid, but she loved this man. So she stayed and said nothing.

His love was more controlling and painful than hers. From then on she lost her ability to say anything right or do anything to please him, trying her best to keep up with meeting his needs. He corralled her into being the perfect domestic servant, never going far but making him money for beer on the evenings she worked. She didn’t know what it was like to have a man actually want her as anything more than a housebitch.

Her shoulders relaxed just a little.

Damon was different. He wasn’t Cameron. He wouldn’t hurt her.

Her words were hushed, ashamed and sad.

“He killed that girl. I know better than to have dreams anymore. I can’t do anything right. I’m not smart enough. I’m useless,” she quoted. “I gave up when he stopped holding back his fists and sharp words. What else could I have done?”

She stood up and it brought her purpled welted backside into full view.

“He gave me this simply because he could. The girl you used to know doesn’t exist anymore — he’s broken her too badly. There’s nothing I have to give you, Damon. Nothing except for pain and I can’t bring myself to make anyone else suffer like I have.”

 

[LucianDevine]

Damon saw and felt Harper's shoulders relax, and felt a brief bit of relief for both of them. Her words, when they came though, were anything but relieving. Her voice was soft, and her tone sad and filled with shame. There was little room for debate in her choice of words either. The way she spoke of her old self as dead and the other self-deprecating words tore at his heart. Even the words were only a piece of the puzzle though, the other piece coming when she slid from beneath the covers and stood up.

The sight of the raised purple welts on Harper's ass made Damon sick. He'd known that Cameron was an asshole, but he'd never imagined that he could do something like this. One could always make the excuses he'd mentioned for the marks on Harper's side, but there was no way to accidentally get the marks he saw on her ass. Her words told him the cause of the marks, the cause he'd suspected, but he could barely believe the words that he was hearing.

"Why are you still with him, Harper?" Damon asked as he slid to the edge of the bed and moved his hand to let his fingers gently trace over the horrific marks on her ass. Deep down he actually cursed himself for not having been able to feel them as he'd been holding her last night and even this morning. "Even if you didn't want to go to the police Harper, what possible reason could you have to stay with a man that does...this?"

Damon rose to his feet and moved to wrap his arms around Harper, crossing them over her breastbone as he just held her close. "Even if you don't want to make anyone else suffer like this, why would you force yourself to endure it?"

 

[Cum_Inside]

Harper frowned, moving away a little bit and drawing in on herself again.

“I can’t leave. Even if I was strong enough... I just have to stay. Things will be worse on everyone if I do leave. Despite being a prick he’s got the whole town in his pocket. Friends on the police force, that kind of thing. At least I keep him from terrorizing some other poor girl,” she breathed, tears building.

Staring straight ahead, Harper saw that horrified girl’s face flash before her eyes from so many years ago - her biggest regret was burying that woman, the haunted expression forever ingrained in Harper’s mind. Even if she’d never physically raised the shovel or touched her, Harper had spurned her when she needed help. Harper never told anyone, had no plans to after Cameron’s threats, aware it was already too late to help anyway. That girl who had been raped in her basement two years ago by her fiancé and his friends, that girl who had begged Harper to help her...

Harper hadn’t known what to do. She’d watched this nameless girl cry in fear and pain and Harper had been frozen, staring in terror at the base of her boyfriend’s disgusting lack of morals, his best friend Trey levering her with a calm, cool gaze and the words: “just walk away Harp. Cam’s a little hungry. Why don’t you go make us some dinner?” and his mocking laughter had never left her.

Harper had turned her back and moved methodically up the stairs, prepping and serving dinner robotically with her jaw feeling like it was glued shut. The guys dug in while she sat there staring at her plate and when Cameron stood and kissed her on the forehead, whispering, “good girl, baby,” Harper knew she’d be in deep trouble for opening her mouth.

When Trey clapped her on the shoulder and wrapped her in a hug on the way out that night, he kissed her cheek just below her ear. Harper could smell her perfume on his clothes. “You know what happens to bitches that talk? They end up like her. Just some nameless cunt nobody will ever hear from again,” he murmured, smile widening the corners of his mouth as though they were simply discussing the weather. He pulled back and laid both hands on her arms, blue eyes intense and serious.

“I like you Harper. As pretty as you are,” he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I don’t want to fuck that face of yours up. Girls who gab get what they deserve.”

Harper nodded slowly, eyes dropping submissively to the floor.

“Have a goodnight Trey. Thanks for coming for dinner,” she choked.

Her fate was sealed from then on.

Harper had done this to herself. An accomplice in a rape and a suspected murder — nobody would ever know the truth, but Harper had spent the night vomitting in the en-suite as the boys loaded nameless girl’s body into the back of one of their trucks. Harper had never heard another word indeed, and Cameron never spoke about it. Sometimes he or Trey would silence her with sharp looks and fingers pointing towards the basement stairs if they thought she was out of line but Harper’s teeth always snapped shut immediately.

It was a poor judgement choice that had ended any chance at a future she had.

Harper began to dress.

“Nobody else,” she vowed. “I have to go. Please — please forget about me Damon. I’m only a nuisance. Girls who gab get what they deserve.”

 

[LucianDevine]

Damon reluctantly let Harper step away from him. He didn't want to, but he could tell that she'd been through some terrible stuff, and trying to force her to do something in this moment it would only serve to push her farther away from him and deeper into her own mind.

The words that Harper spoke made a sad and sick sort of sense. He understood the reasoning behind them, enduring the suffering so that nobody else had to. He absolutely hated everything about it, but he did understand it.

As reluctant as he was to do so, Damon did let Harper move to start getting dressed. The final words that she spoke though really caught his attention.

"Wait what? Girls who gab get what they deserve? Girls who gab about what, Harper?"

 

[Cum_Inside]

She flinched but her back was towards him so he couldn’t see that minute twitch of her face.

“Nothing. Nothing at all,” she said, voice level. She couldn’t let herself slip again. It was crucial she kept that to herself.

Her arms slid through the straps of her bra.

 

[LucianDevine]

Damon heard Harper's words. Though her voice was level, he knew she was trying to dismiss what had clearly been a slip of the tongue. It was such a small slip, but it was the only thing he could grasp at in this moment.

"No, not nothing , Harper, and you know it." Damon said in a firm but still respectable volume." He walked around her and moved his hand to her chin forcing her to meet his gaze. "You said he's got the whole town in his pocket. but he doesn't own me, Harper. You think you're doing other women a favor by taking the brunt of his bull shit and keeping his secrets, but even if he owns you, you don't own him. I don't know what he did that has you so afraid, but I can tell you that there's nothing stopping him from doing whatever it is again whenever he's not beating the shit out of you. I'm here to help you Harper, and I want to do that, but you need to trust me."

 

[Cum_Inside]

“I can’t,” she whined. “Please Damon. There’s so many players in this game and nobody can win against them. I trust you but it doesn’t change anything. It can’t change what happened anyway, so there’s no point.”

Her green eyes were vulnerable, shining up at him with fear.

 

[LucianDevine]

Damon heard the words that Harper spoke, and could see the fear in her eyes. He hated seeing it and hated the fact that he couldn't truly help even more. He closed his eyes briefly before finally releasing his hold on her chin. When his eyes opened one hand moved to grab the center of her bra. He then pushed her with that single hand, stepping forward as he did. His momentum shoved the backs of her knees against the bed, but he didn't stop there. He shoved her to a sitting position on the bed as he pulled her bra from her. He leaned down over her, meeting her gaze once more.

"If you can't change what happened Harper, and there are too many players to win against, then what does it matter anyway? I mean fuck, why not just let me take you aware from here, away from him? What the fuck is keeping you here?"

 

[Cum_Inside]

Something inside her broke. She’d kept the secret for so long, and truly the only thing holding her here was that. Her guilt at nothing doing something. Anything.

I’m the only one who knows about her. I can’t let her be alone.

Harper leaned forward to bury her face in his chest. “I just can’t. I want to. Gods, do I ever want to leave. I promised myself that I would stay.” For her.

“They’ll find me. They’ll do... girls who gab deserve what they get,” she repeated.

For years she’d beaten it into her head after Trey had whispered it in her ear. Even more than she was scared of Cameron, Trey invoked primal fear deep in her guts. Better the devil you know than the one you don’t, right? What was that saying?

“Snitches get stitches”?

She was aware of what Cameron was capable of.

She had no idea what Trey’s limits were. His dad was the local chair head for the county. Just one word to Daddy and he’d turn his head for the prodigal son. Cameron had nobody to even give a shit what he got up to other than his corrupt friends.

This ran way deeper than anyone could even imagine.

 

[LucianDevine]

Damon was relieved when Harper relented to his push of her to sit on the bed, and even more relieved when she stopped trying to push him away and buried her face into his chest. His heart broke for her, and he still wanted to know more about whatever this secret was, but pushing her any farther right now would be counter-productive. So for now he'd have to settle on knowing that whatever the secret was, it had to do with a girl or woman.

"Okay, okay, shhh." Damon said softly as he wrapped his arms around Harper and gently stroked her hair.

"If you can't tell me the secret, will you at least let me help you with the rest of it? Let me hold you when it's safe to do so, make love to you when you need it, and anything else you need whenever you need it. I'll do whatever you need. Just...just don't push me away..."

Damon let his words trail off as he lifted his gaze to the ceiling. He had no way of knowing that something like this would happen when he came home, but he couldn't in good conscience abandon Harper to this fate. It didn't matter to him what the secret was or what the repercussions would be, but he swore to himself that he would find a way to help her, no matter what.

 

[Cum_Inside]

He seemed sincere.

Harper wasn't sure why he seemed so insistent to have her, but slowly she nodded and the tension loosened from her body as he abandoned that line of questioning. The truth was still safe. She was still safe.

She wanted to put it all out of her mind for now.

"Anything I need?" She questioned, eyes inquisitive and a bit softer now.

"Then I need you to fuck me stupid until I don't remember any of it," Harper declared.

 

[LucianDevine]

"Anything you need." Damon said confidently in response to Harper's first question. Even as he said it though, he could never have expected the words that came out of her mouth next.

The sudden shift in the conversation caught Damon completely off guard. One second she was crying into his chest, and the next she was begging for him to fuck her. Even more weird was the utter confidence in her voice as she said the words that sounded so fucking hot as hell out of her seemingly innocent mouth, especially in that moment.

Damon swallowed hard, bracing himself before he well and truly leaped off the deep end. He leaned down, gripping Harper's chin once more, forcing her to meet his gaze so that he could study the look he saw in her eyes. It wasn't that he didn't want to do what she was demanding, but he wanted to make sure that she was being serious.

Only when he didn't see any hesitation or reluctance in Harper's steady green gaze did Damon move his hand from her chin to slide up her cheek around to the back of her head. His hand gripped her hair and gave it a sharp jerk to the side as his mouth pounced on the nape of her neck, sucking hard at the sensitive spot he knew was there before kissing his way upwards. "As you wish, but only if you promise to tell me if it's too much. If I do this, I'm going to go all out unless you tell me to stop."

Damon said the first three words in a tender voice, and all but hissed the rest of them, wanting to test Harper's conviction before he took this leap with her.

 

[Cum_Inside]

She moaned at the ache of his tight grip in her hair. Most people would take her noise as pain but with her eyes sinking shut and her teeth catching on her lower lip, exultant pleasure was the primary notion shining back at Damon from her expressive face. The masculinity in that action as the muscles in his forearm bunched with tension made her shudder.

She was used to rough play, didn’t recall what the soft feeling of lovemaking was until Damon had reminded her, but she had a feeling that playing this way with someone who planned on showing her what it felt like to be someone’s priority in sex would be like nothing she’d ever imagined. She wondered just how amazing it could possibly be, but she also guessed that Damon would blow all of those silly dreams right out of the water.

Harper, who had only managed to slip her arms through her bra straps earlier, pulled her knees up to her chest with her heels resting on the edge of the mattress. Despite their downtrodden conversation, her pussy was just as wet as ever. Juices gathering in the crease of her womanhood glistened in the lighting.

“Does this answer your question?”

The question was nothing short of coy.

 

[LucianDevine]

The moan that slipped from Harper's lips when he pulled her hair. It was one thing for her to say what she wanted, but a completely different thing for her to actually react to it like she did.

Damon didn't release his hold on either Harper's hair or her neck until he felt her start to shift a bit. Even then he only backed up enough to give her room to lift her legs up and plant them on the edge of the bed. The way she spread her legs for him in that position was positively wanton, especially when she combined it with her coy question.

Damon smiled down at Harper as he moved his body forward. The sight of her spreading herself so, her pussy glistening in the dim light had stirred his cock to life. "Yes it does..."Damon said as he leaned down and kissed her with a fiery passion. He pushed his tongue past her lips to ravage her mouth as he also took the opportunity to run the full length of his cock up her impossibly wet pussy. He did it again and again, reveling in the sounds that she made as he teased her so.

It was impossible for Damon to know how long he teased Harper like that. Truthfully he couldn't care less. He was enjoying the moment for the moment's sake, and only when he felt damn good and ready did he pull his lips from hers, lift his upper body up, move his hands to her hips, and pull her towards him as he shoved the entirety of his cock into her with a single fluid motion.

The reaction that he got was everything he wanted in that moment, and he just stared down at her as he pulled out and thrust into her again and again. He reveled in the tightness of her, the hot wetness that coated his cock, and of course the feeling of her cervix on the tip of his cock that he felt with every savage thrust. Never before had he fucked a woman like this, seemingly without any care for how she felt, and the feeling of power that came with the action was intoxicating. His grip got tighter on her hips, his knuckles turning white as he fucked her harder and faster with each passing moment.

 

[Cum_Inside]

The way he drove forward and buried himself completely inside her with a hard thud against her cervix was so exquisite. Harper had forgotten that sex could be good but both times with Damon were shaping up to be excellent experiences that she didn’t regret in the least. Curling both hands around him once more, Harper attempted to pull him right to her chest with the thought that momentum would push her onto her back, trapped underneath his body as he continued to hammer away. It wasn’t possible with the firm stance he had and the grip in her hair; feet planted and muscles bunching, Damon wasn’t going anywhere he didn’t want to. The sum of his strength was greater and she was left there in limbo, half reclined but only as much as he would let her with the slack from the tangle of dark strands between his fingers.

All she could think as she lounged there was that he looked like he belonged there; Damon looked much better between her thighs than Cameron ever had and it just felt right. Unlike anything else in her life, Harper felt like this was what she had been waiting forever for.

Her left hand couldn’t quite reach far enough up his back to curl into his hair but the other managed to sneak down to grab at his bum again. Harper couldn’t help but admire this man for everything his was — his mind, his affection for her and the bonus of his beautiful body.

She couldn’t believe nobody had snatched him up just yet.

Oh well - more for her.

There was no quiet in the room as every movement elicited a sigh, moan, breathy gasp and even some incoherent words. They rutted desperately and soon enough she leaned up as much as she could to search out his mouth.

 

[LucianDevine]

The rough and wanton fucking stirred a fire within Damon that he'd never felt before. He was always more of a gentle and passionate lover, but knowing that Harper had wanted this and wanted it like this gave him the courage he needed to push forward, thrust harder and faster, and grip her hair and hip harder as well. It soon got to the point that their rutting was almost more violent than passionate, but the sounds that he was pulling from Harper gave him no indication that she wanted him to stop. If anything, her actions said the exact opposite. One of her hands reached as far up as it could, only getting as far as his chest while the other gripped his ass, pulling him forward in the only way that she could in this position.

There was no way for Damon to know how long he would have taken Harper in that position if not for her own actions. She couldn't truly pull away with the grip he had on her, and he found himself quite surprised when she actually sat up and leaned forward, stretching her back as she desperately sought out his mouth with hers. Without a word she'd communicated what she wanted, and without a word he obliged her. He kept his grip in her hair as he kissed her, tilting their heads to deepen the kiss as he wrapped his other arm around her and held her close and tight.

Harper's unspoken desire spurred Damon to action and even lent him strength in that moment. His hand dropped from her hair as his other held her close. His hand dropped down to her ass, and he lifted her up, supporting her against him as he raised first one of his knees onto the bed and the other. He then lifted her up if only so that he could drop her back down on his cock. He groaned into their near-violent kiss as he walked on his knees up the bed, lifting her and dropping her onto his cock with each step.

When the rutting pair reached the middle of the bed, Damon lowered Harper to her back but continued to fuck her with his savage thrusts, pushing her up the bed with each motion until her head rest on a pillow. Only then did he break the kiss that they shared and pull far enough away so that he could meet her gaze once more. His pupils were so dilated with his lustful arousal that his brown eyes were almost black. His arms remained around and under her, but he moved them to be parallel to her body until his hands gripped her shoulders from underneath, holding her in place as he started to thrust once more. Every motion hilted him fully within her, his grip on her shoulders ensuring that she didn't slide backwards anymore, despite the strength and ferocity of their animalistic fucking.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Although Cameron was nothing but pure dumb muscle, she’d never been so attracted to his strength as she was to Damon’s. His body was fit but it wasn’t so much in your face compared to her other bed partner who really only had extra weight on him due to the beer belly. Damon’s power was understated and it was more the confidence that said it all; the way he manipulated her body in the bed to suit his desires, never halting in the way his hips pounded at hers. The lust was so palpable in the air that she could almost taste it.

The headboard continued to slam into the wall but his hands underneath her shoulder blades kept her right where he wanted her.

It was all so perfect. He really did feel like he was made for her. It was a shame things hadn’t worked out that way. There would have been so much spared grief in their lives if it had. For now, Harper stared dazedly up at Damon’s lustfully blown pupils with a wide grin on her face and took everything she could from the encounter before it slipped away.

 

[LucianDevine]

The dazed look that Damon saw on Harper's face managed to register, even in Damon's lust-filled mind. In any other time or place, and with any other person he would have taken it as an insult. Here and now, with Harper though, it was the exact opposite. He reveled in the fact that despite all the bullshit going on in her life, he was able to make her forget about everything else, even if it was just for a little while.

It was with those thoughts of helping Harper continue to forget about everything else except him and what they were doing that made Damon keep pushing the boundaries. His hands moved from beneath her shoulder blades, his nails raking her back as he pulled them back and eventually out from underneath her. They immediately moved to grab her hands and lift them up over her head where he held them together as he pounced on her lips once more. He kissed her hard for just a few seconds before pulling back and using his cheek to push her head to the side, baring her neck. He then pounced on that sensitive spot that he'd abused so much already, but again only for a short while. As his lips dropped further down her body he let go with one hand, but tightened his grip on her wrists with the other. His other arm wrapped around her once more, forcing her body to arch and press her chest up to him as his lips found her nipple once more. He remembered how much she'd enjoyed his attention there before, and couldn't resist the urge to do it again.

In that heated moment Damon had almost forgotten about his cock inside of her, even as his body had continued to instinctively pound it into her. The way her pussy clenched around his cock as he gave her nipple a particularly hard suck though, certainly brought his mind back to that throbbing organ. He swapped from one nipple to the other, alternating between his lips, circling tongue, and even a grazing of his teeth before he finally pulled his lips from her nipples once more.

Until this moment, Damon had more or less gone on pure instinct, manhandling the beautiful woman beneath him into the position he wanted to try and pleasure her so, but he had one more trick up his sleeve. His hand came back from around her and while his other hand continued to hold her helpless, it fisted itself into her hair and gave it another sharp jerk to the side as his lips pounced on her earlobe.

"What's your favorite position love?" Damon hissed heatedly against her flesh. "What position makes your body arch, your toes curl, and your pussy clench?"

No sooner were the words out of his mouth though, than Damon was shifting positions once more. He let go of her hair and wrists as he rose up to his full height. He leaned his upper body backwards, dropping his hips a bit at the same time. One hand moved to grip her hip while the other snaked between them to slay across her lower abdomen. His thumb stretched down even more, to rapidly flick her clit as he started to thrust once more.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Harper allowed Damon to drive her body wild as she rode him to any destination that ended in multiple orgasms. Holding onto him for dear life, she was basically only a passenger seated in his lap as he pounded away. She couldn’t get enough of his mouth, either, constantly stretching to try and reach it.

She struggled to get words out through the winded pleasure blowing through her, interrupting her moans and groans.

It was a no brainer to tell him which position was her favourite.

“I like it in doggy or with all your weight pressing down into my back. Whichever furniture piece you can bend me over...”

 

[LucianDevine]

The hunger that Harper showed only served to increase Damon's as well. Her constant struggle to try and kiss him did sometimes inhibit his ability to thrust, but he didn't care. It was enough for him, or both of them really, that she was so utterly lost in the pleasure and the moment.

Of all the things that Damon enjoyed though, it was asking Harper a question and seeing the way she had to struggle against the pleasure flowing through her body to answer it. The more she responded to the way he manhandled her body, the more he enjoyed doing it and the more he enjoyed doing it, the more he did it. It was the perfect circle of pleasure that would only stop when they were both too exhausted to keep going.

When Harper finally managed to answer his question though, Damon couldn't help but smile. He moved his hand from her clit to her hair as he pounced on her lips, kissing her with almost-violent pressure. His hips continued to pound his cock into her, even as he almost devoured her mouth. Only when he'd taken his fill of her lips did he force his own lips away. He lowered his lips to her neck once more, graving the tender flesh with his teeth before he spoke once more.

"As you wish..." Damon whispered heatedly against her neck. He kept using those words, wanting her mind and body to associate them with pleasure.

After he spoke Damon lifted his chest off of her, a small smile on his face as he briefly looked over the thoroughly ravaged woman beneath him. He didn't say anything else though, even as he moved his hands to her hips. He drove the full of his cock into her one last time before pulling all the way out of her. His muscles flexed then as he gripped her hips harder and forced her to roll over, treating and manhandling her as he would a sack of potatoes.

When Harper was on her stomach, Damon grabbed her hips once more, pulling her towards him. His rough treatment of her made it harder for her to get her knees beneath her, but he paid her no heed. No sooner did she finally manage to her her legs beneath her than he used his knee to roughly spread her for him. One hand dropped briefly from her hip to grip his throbbing cock and guide it to her sopping wet opening. When the tip had just cleaved her velvety pussy lips, his hand moved back to her hip. With a full and savage thrust, Damon buried the full of his cock into her once more.

Damon and Harper sounded off in unison as his cock sunk home, and almost before his cock hit her cervix, he was pulling out and lunging into her once more.

It would have been so easy for Damon to lose himself in that heavenly moment, but he forced himself to focus, keeping his gaze locked on the smooth back of the woman whose pussy he was thoroughly fucking. Every time Harper's arms buckled or she tried to bury her face in the pillow, Damon reached for her hair with one hand, getting a fistful of it and jerking her back upright. He wanted to hear every sound of pleasure that she made, especially as he finally felt that building sensation deep in his belly working it's way towards his swollen balls.

 

[Cum_Inside]

The moment they switched positions again and his cock jabbed painfully hard against her cervix, Harper’s body convulsed in ecstasy and she came on his cock, whining and gasping through it all. Damon never slowed. She had to say that she loved it; even as she came he continued to use her to reach his own orgasm. Feeling his hand in her hair and his strong body threatening to buckle her knees every time his weight came down was an addicting feeling. With Cameron, he always wanted missionary sex. Even if she felt powerless laying underneath him, with Damon she felt overtaken in every way possible; she wanted to give this man everything she was. She wanted him to control her.

Her pussy was soaked and each thrust was delivered smoothly and sharply.

With fists curled in the sheets underneath her, Harper let herself lose control.

 

[LucianDevine]

It was one thing to know that it was Harper's favorite position, but it was a completely separate thing to feel Harper suddenly cum off on his cock the second it sank home. He grunted, groaned, and gasped as he felt her cunt convulse around his cock, milking it even as her body clenched. The true battle was waged inside Harper then, her body clenching, almost as if it was trying to push his cock out as he forced it into her again and again.

While he won the battle inside Harper, Damon inevitably lost the battle inside himself. A handful of thrusts was all it took for Harper's body to finally pull Damon over the edge of orgasm with he. His groan of pleasure as his cock finally erupted inside of her was all but a roar. It sounded off into the room without a care in the world for who might hear it or wake up because of it. His fingers curled to dig into the flesh of her hips with the death grip that he held, almost uncaring if he hurt the woman beneath him as thrust after thrust pounded his cum into her ever-receptive body.

Only after the last drop of his cum had been pumped into Harper did Damon stop thrusting. He did hilt his cock into her one last time before finally letting go of her hips. He leaned down to press a tender kiss between her shoulder blades as he moved to wrap his arms around her.

"Breathe sweetheart..." Damon whispered softly, despite his own panting breaths. "Just relax and breathe. I've got you..." A fraction of his strength was all he needed to slowly ease her body up and backwards, both supporting her and lifting her in case her legs were tired. He leaned down to press a tender kiss to the back of her head as he held her against him. His hands gently traced over her sweat-slicked skin before he moved to lean back as slowly as he could. His core muscles burned from the extended use he'd put them through, but when it was all said and done, he was laying back on the bed with her on top of him. His cock had also somehow managed to stay hilted inside her through the position swap. He tried to steady his breathing as best he could as he continued to trace and tease with his fingers, even grazing them tenderly over her nipples in a way to sort of ease her pleasure back down instead of letting her just completely fall off.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Her nerve fibres tingled pleasantly in the aftermath of her orgasm, feeling the warmth of Damon’s inside her. It relaxed her to the bone, body attempting to sink into the mattress as though she was part of its very fabric.

Blinking satisfied green eyes at him, Harper smiled. “I’ve never wanted to be anywhere else more. You’ve made me feel amazing tonight, even if I almost ruined it. I really do believe you were made for me,” she breathed sweetly, words almost stunted due to the fact that she was still catching her breath.

 

[LucianDevine]

If Harper's words weren't perfect enough, the look in her beautiful green eyes would have done the trick. The combination of them actually made his cock twitch inside her one more time. It was impossible for him to be ready again so soon, but it felt great all the same.

Though he was tempted to speak right away, Damon let Harper finish as his hands continued to simply trace and slide over her body. His gaze saddened slightly when she was done talking, but he wanted to make sure she knew it wasn't her fault.

"You didn't almost ruin anything Harper..." Damon started as he lifted one hand to cup her cheek and keep her gaze on him. "I could never have enjoyed this as much as I did if I didn't know that you wanted it as much as I did. You have the right to feel emotions and express them when you see fit, and I would never seek to take that away from you."

Damon swallowed hard even as he let that small smile come to his lips once more. With his hand still on her cheek, he leaned up and strained his neck to try and kiss her, despite the difficulty in their current position.

"And I know what you mean... Sex has never felt so good before. You got so wet so fast, you are so tight it's incredible, and your cervix, goddam your cervix..." Damon let his words trail off as he strained to kiss Harper once more. "You are everything I could ever ask for, and utterly perfect just the way you are."

 

[Cum_Inside]

The look of awe on his face when he spoke about her was foreign. It almost made her glow. Or, that could have just been the slickened skin, warm from sweat, glistening in the dim lighting. She turned her face as much as she could to clumsily meet his lips in the awkward position.

“Yeah, you got introduced to my cervix real good,” she laughed. “I didn’t think I was into that, but I guess after a while of being with someone rough you don’t really feel those soft touches as well. I loved it - every time you pounded against me it sent an ache deep inside me, reminding me that I’m yours. It hurt but it was good pain. Sometimes I just need that... a man to hurt me, but in the ways I need him to and not just for the sake of being abusive. It’s strange and I know it makes me a freak, but being underneath you, forced to take every painful stroke, baby it felt so damn good. I wanted to give that to you — wanted you to take it from me,” she admitted, voice hesitant. It was an odd subject, but he’d kinda sorta brought it up and Harper had to tell him just how well she’d enjoyed it.

“I’ve always wanted to explore the rougher aspects of sex but with Cameron it’s just a quick missionary pump and dump and then a strike to the face. Boring, with no variety and he never tries to satisfy me at all. One minute and then he’s done. Jesus, I can’t believe that you have so much stamina. That was the best sex of my life. Don’t be afraid to break me, Damon. I don’t think you can.”