Damsel Not

CHAPTER 9

Katie's breathing evened out and he knew she had fallen asleep. He turned off the TV, scooped her into his arms, and carried her to bed. He gently placed her on the sheets and her t-shirt rode up exposing her ass.

Damn, he still wanted her. Why did she have to fall asleep?

He quickly made work of removing his trouser and climbed in bed beside her. Jake looked over her sleeping form and decided to give her two hours of sleep then he'd wake her to take Mr. Victor deep in her again. Right now she slept soundly and wouldn't wake her up.

He rested a hand behind his head and looked at the ceiling. A woman lay beside him, for the past two weeks a woman has laid beside him, and in those two weeks, they have f****d like they were in heat, but tonight, tonight was different. Tonight every orgasm coursed through their bones. He felt it even now.

He thought back to that final moment inside her when Mrs. Victoria gripped Mr. Victor, it felt like Mr. Victor was been choked, and her walls milked him dry. He wanted to collapse right there and then, but he had to hold on. He lowered his head and looked at his throbbing Mr. Victor, it was almost painful. He took it in his hands and began stroking it, but didn't feel the satisfaction in doing that. His gaze drifted to the woman sleeping next to him, he couldn't wake her, but he could find his release as she slept.

He turned towards her and brought Mr. Victor to her opening, and slowly slid in. She felt at home. He drew back and slid more inches than the last in. Why is it that, that which is forbidden feels this good? He had to feel more of her. He brought both his arms around her and held her firm before him and took all the final inches into her and groaned out loud.

Will she remember this?

Jake began to steadily move inside her, her narrow walls gripping Mr. Victor firmly, he wanted to stay like that forever. His strokes become more frantic and he needed to pound into her. He let her go, moved his upper body away from hers, and held her shoulder firmly with one hand while the other secured her by the waist, now he could pound home.

He thrust hurriedly into her and felt her stir, oh no, he couldn't have her waking now. He quieted a little longer until he heard her breathing began to steady again then he again began the ruthless assault. He was f*****g her while she slept, using her body, and it felt great. He was leaving a fantasy. His strokes grew more vigorous as their bodies began to slap against each other, thrust after thrust after thrust, and despite asking himself what he was doing to the woman was right, he kept at it.

His orgasm began to build, it bubbled from his balls and began to overtake him, he felt the walls of Mrs. Victoria squeeze him and felt his coke become even more wet. God, this woman. She just come. He was impressed. He thrust into her two more times before he emptied himself deep in her. He released her and come up by his elbows to watch her sleeping face. He had f****d a sleeping woman.

His body relaxed on the pillow and slowly drifted off to sleep, feeling satisfied and afraid he’ll dream of marrying this woman.

Katie's eyes slowly opened and come face to face with a panting and granting Jake. Her walls suddenly began to squeeze his Mr. Victor, her body tremble as her orgasm consumed her followed by a loud groan from Jake as he too come undone.

"Good morning, Katie"

"This definitely is a nice way to wake up."

"I tried waking you; you just groaned and sank deeper into the bed. Let me take you out for breakfast."

"Can't we just make something here?" She complained.

"We can, but how else will I get to scare the s**t out of my brother when he sees me with you."

"Okay, but on one condition though," She buttered her eyes and looked at him wide eyed.

"Anything for you, Katie. Anything." He confessed, kissing her shoulder and squeezing her breasts pinching the n****e a bit hard. Her s*x clenched around Mr. Victor emitting a soft groan from his throat. His shaft began to expand inside her again and she gasped, surprised.

"I want to live inside your p***y woman." He mourned as he slowly lifted his hips and brought them back down gently, burying himself deep in her.

"I want to ride Mr. Victor. I want to impale myself with your shaft and scream this walls down as I wet Mr. Victor with my jizz." She whispered into his ear, the muscles under her fingers flexed dangerously and Jake groaned and thrust so deep into her, that her legs shot of the bed into the air. He held her waist firmly and flipped her to impale Mr. Victor. He wanted her jizz to stream down and coat his balls.

Katie began to move her thin waist in erotic motions. Jake watched her body keenly, he watched her curled locks bounce on her shoulders, watched he full breasts rise and fall as her body moved, he wanted to touch them, squeeze them and bite them so hard her whole body resonated with a dangerously borderline to death orgasm, and he'd do exactly that, he just needed a few more minutes to watch this perfect specimen enjoy the length of Mr. Victor hit her cervix multiple times. He was so deep in her he constantly went past her feminine sheath. He liked it.

Jake watched Katie move and fell more in love with her. His eyes ran down to her flat tummy, dangling there beautifully was a pink diamond pendant. This woman truly was immaculate. He watched her little waist gyrate and imagined that flat tummy growing big. His eyes suddenly shot to her face to find her watching him too, one hand on his biceps the other stretched behind her. He wanted her pregnant. That couldn't be right, they haven't even been a couple yet, for chrissake he was waiting for an okay to be her boyfriend.

He let the thought slide away and began to rock his hips to meet hers, his hands went to the curve of her hips, a place he knew was sensitive, gripped her tight, and brought her harder down against his hard Mr. Victor. Her loud moans echoed in the room and he fed off them like a zombie on brains. Her mourns did things to him, things he couldn't explain, things that propelled his hips to take more, his fingers to dig into her ass. He shut his eyes, threw his head on the pillow as his orgasm violently rose. He felt Katie suddenly fall on his chest to ride out her orgasm. That felt good. He wrapped her possessively around his arms and kept pounding into her.

His body suddenly stilled, pain shot through his shoulder, his chest grew wide to take in all the air he could, his knees come up on the bed and suddenly he let go of her and placed his palms roughly on the swell of her hips, his thumb digging into the folded flesh on her front, and his hip jerked violently into her. He f****d her so hard that, if he wasn't holding her she could fly off the bed, and still, he'd follow her to wherever wall she landed on. Her screams become sharp and Jake thrust one more time deep into her, depositing his jizz in her. He delivered one more heavy thrust with a loud groan of satisfaction before he let his body rest on the bed, his woman panting on top of him.

"Every time I f**k you, it's like I'm f*****g you for the first time." Jake exhaled. "I don't want to wait for your answer anymore.'

Katie raised her head to look at him, confused by his declaration.

"What do you mean?"

"You are my woman. I don't need consent to claim you. All your orgasms are consent enough, mine included too. You are mine now Katie, and I'll be damned if I ever let you go." He took her beautiful lips into his and kissed her with more need than before. He kissed her hard and soft, showing her he could be both for her, he could be exactly what she wants. He could be her prince charming and her incubus, her light and her darkness.

Before last night he sensed the darkness in her, he senses a different being living in her, he sensed that there was more to her full lips, beautiful curves, well-defined curved, and her all princess from a far far away land look. But he didn't know how to address it. His body reacted, his monster was stirred from a long-lost place, every time he thrust into her, he wanted to be more violent, to go deeper than her anatomy allowed, to stretch her past her every limit.

To hear her blood-cuddling screams of pain and overwhelming orgasms. He was never going to push through with his desires; the much he got from her was too much to lose by wanting more, especially if more meant breaking limits. But then, he become jealous of a sleazy scumbag, and near r***d her in her living room, he still remembers how with every thrust, he grew harder, Mr. Victor felt wonderful, and Mrs. Victoria’s walls squeezed him twice before he realized that she had jizzed twice, thrice plus the last one. That he enjoyed.

She had enjoyed it. He knew she might deny it if he asked, but her beautiful lips told more than enough, and he knew, he'd r**e her again. That was a promise. And now he could f**k her hard and love her tenderly, in his eyes she was his little kitten.

"With what condition." He broke off the kiss and asked.

'What?" Katie was confused.

"You'd meet my brother under one condition. What's it?"

"Oh yeah, I'll meet and scare the wit's out of your brother if you promise to f**k me in every restaurant we eat in, and bars we drink in. It's a fantasy of mine." She whispered the last part, almost afraid of his reaction. Maybe it was too soon to lay all her shades of f****d up on him.

"You know; some women ask for cars or trips to Paris in such situations." He smirked.

"Those are things you are supposed to give me without me having to ask for them you know. I'm not a gold digger, but I enjoy my luxuries, and I love being showered with more luxuries." He did not expect that.

Truthfully, he expected to hear, "I'm not most women,” or another fun statement he's heard many times before, "I'm not after your money,” “I'm not materialistic,” or even better, "Not every woman is shallow."

"So you want my money." He raised his eyebrows at her.

"I don't intend to max your credit cards, but I like that you have money. Money is security, that's why I have money. I worked hard for it, to be able to get myself all this and live a life where I don't need another person so desperately. I've lived that life, and I'll go to Valhalla before I send myself back there again. Having nothing can break a person’s spirit, it broke mine, many times, and this house, the life I have now, is what motivated me to stand up again and try harder, each time building a stone wall in my chest, to help me withstand the pain when I fell again. And one day, the pain didn't come, and now I can take myself to Paris, but I want you to." She poked her finger in his chest and flung off the duvet, climbed out of bed to shower.

A few minutes later the divider opened and Jake strode in all of his naked glory. Thirty minutes later, a long shower and three orgasms later, they were headed out. Her shower times will never be any better, she didn't think she'd ever even shower alone again, she felt fresh and used. Just how she always wanted it. She looked over at the man sitting next to her, his large hands gripping the steering wheel, vein covering his arm, and she found that to be a very attractive sight. His aura oozing pure male testosterone, she liked what she saw. She touched her chest and she could almost feel her chest purr, her Succubus was purring. She smiled.