Dangerously His

Chapter4:Stairwell Sins

The emergency stairwell door slammed shut behind them with a metallic clang that echoed like a gunshot. Damian didn’t waste a second. He spun Nyra around, shoved her face-first against the cold concrete wall, and kicked her legs apart. His c*m was still leaking from her well-f****d p***y in thick white rivulets, mixing with her fresh slick as it ran down her inner thighs.

“Hands on the wall,” he growled, voice dark with raw command. He freed his c**k again still rock-hard, glistening with their combined mess and rubbed the fat, c*m-smeared head up and down her swollen, dripping folds. “You’re going to take every inch while we move. No stopping. No mercy.”

Nyra moaned, arching her back and pushing her ass back against him like the c**k-hungry brat she was. “Then f**k me deeper, old man. Make this twenty-eight-year-old cunt remember who it belongs to.”

He thrust in with one brutal stroke, burying himself balls-deep in her c*m-stuffed heat. Her walls fluttered and clenched greedily around his thickness, milking him as fresh cream gushed out around his shaft. Damian groaned low, one hand fisting her hair to yank her head back while the other gripped her hip hard enough to bruise. He started pounding into her with deep, punishing strokes each slam forcing more of his earlier load to squirt out and drip onto the metal steps.

They moved like that, f*****g their way down the stairs. Every step down, he drove into her harder. Her t**s bounced free from the torn dress, n*****s scraping rough concrete as he railed her from behind. The wet slap of his heavy balls against her c**t mixed with her broken moans and the distant thunder of pursuing boots above them.

“Fuck..yes …right there,” Nyra gasped, pushing back to meet every thrust. Her p***y spasmed wildly, squirting small bursts of slick around his pistoning c**k with each deep plunge. “You’re stretching me so full… I can feel your c*m sloshing inside me every time you bottom out.”Damian bit the side of her neck, leaving another dark mark. “That’s because this greedy little fuckhole was made for me. You ran thinking you could forget how perfectly you take my c**k, but look at you now dripping and creaming like a desperate slut while men hunt us.” He angled his hips, grinding the thick head against her G-spot on every withdrawal before slamming back in, forcing her up on her toes. “Tell me who owns this cunt.”

“You do, f**k, only you,” she cried out, voice breaking as another orgasm built fast and vicious. Her walls fluttered harder, gripping him like a vice. “Don’t stop, breed me again while they chase us.”

Above them, the stairwell door burst open. Lucien’s men poured in, boots clanging on the metal steps. Flashlight beams sliced downward.

Damian didn’t pull out. He kept f*****g her relentlessly, one arm locked around her waist to hold her impaled on his c**k while he raised his gun with the other hand. He fired upward three precise shots two screams, two bodies tumbling down the stairs past them. The impact made Nyra’s p***y clench even tighter around him.

“Keep going,” he rasped against her ear, never slowing his brutal rhythm. “Come on my c**k while I clear the path.”

Nyra shattered again. Her cunt spasmed violently, squirting hard around his thrusting shaft as pleasure ripped through her. She bit her lip bloody to muffle her scream, thighs shaking while wave after wave of creamy release flooded out, soaking his balls and the steps beneath them.

He f****d her straight through it, drawing out every pulse, then spun her around on the next landing. Lifting one of her legs high, he slammed back inside face-to-face, eyes locked on hers in the dim emergency lighting. “Eyes on me, baby. Watch the man who’s going to ruin you for anyone else.”

His thrusts turned shorter, deeper, battering her cervix with every stroke. Her juices and his c*m ran down her leg in messy streams. Nyra clawed at his shoulders, meeting him thrust for thrust, her p***y fluttering and creaming nonstop.

Lucien’s voice crackled over the building’s speakers, icy with fury. “You can’t run forever, Damian. She’ll still be leaking your seed when my men drag her back to me.”

Damian laughed darkly, hips snapping forward harder. “She’s going to be overflowing with it.” He reached between them, fingers rubbing her swollen c**t in vicious circles. “Come again for me, Nyra. Show them who this perfect little cumslut belongs to.”

She did hard. Her p***y clamped down like a fist, squirting powerfully around his c**k as the orgasm tore her apart. Damian groaned, buried himself to the hilt, and erupted for the second time. Thick, heavy ropes of fresh c*m flooded her already-stuffed cunt, so much that it pushed his previous load out in creamy waves, dripping heavily down her thighs and onto the stairs.

He kept grinding deep through his release, forcing every drop against her womb while he fired two more shots at shadows moving above them.

Then he pulled out with a wet sound, spun her toward the next flight, and shoved her forward his hand between her legs, two fingers plugging her leaking p***y to keep as much c*m inside as possible.

“Run,” he ordered, voice rough and filthy. “But know this: the next time I get you alone, I’m tying you spread-eagle and f*****g this c*m-drenched cunt for hours until you can’t walk straight and every inch of you smells like me.”

They burst out into the underground parking garage, engines roaring in the distance. Lucien’s remaining forces were closing in fast.

Nyra glanced back at Damian, chest heaving, p***y throbbing and overflowing with his seed. Her eyes burned with equal parts defiance and raw hunger.

Damian met her gaze, blood still trickling from his arm, c**k still hard and glistening. “This is only the beginning of what I’m going to take from you.”

A black SUV screeched around the corner, doors flying open more of Lucien’s men.

And in the chaos, Nyra’s voice came low and wicked against Damian’s ear:

“Then you’d better f**k me harder next time… because I’m not done running yet.”