TWISTED DESIRES FORBIDDEN ENCOUNTERS

THE EDGE OF RUIN

Chapter 4:

Serena's POV

He pulled back a little, then slammed in deeper. Soon he was f*****g me with long, hard strokes, his hips slapping against my ass.

Every thrust made my boobs bounce underneath me.

I was moaning and screaming, completely lost in how good it felt.

His hand reached around and rubbed my c**t fast while he pounded me from behind.

“Come for me, Serena,” he growled. “Come on my d**k like the naughty girl you are.”

My body started shaking. The orgasm hit me hard. I screamed his name as I came, my p***y squeezing his thick d**k over and over.

Damon didn’t stop. He kept f*****g me through it, harder and faster, his own breathing getting rougher.

“I’m gonna come,” he warned, voice strained. “Where do you want it?”

I pushed my ass back against him, still shaking. “Inside me… fill me up, Damon.”

With a deep groan he thrust one last time and came hard, pumping hot c*m deep inside my p***y.

His d**k pulsed again and again as he filled me.

We both collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavy.

His big body covered mine, still inside me. His lips pressed against my neck.

For a moment everything was quiet except our breathing.

Then reality hit me.

I just let my dad’s head of security — a man fifteen years older than me — f**k me raw in my own bed.

My body was still trembling, every inch of me pulsing with the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm I’d ever felt.

Damon’s thick c**k was still buried deep inside me, twitching with the last spurts of his release.

Hot, sticky c*m filled me, leaking out around him as he pressed me into the mattress with his heavy, powerful body.

I could feel the heat of his chest against my back, the rapid thud of his heart matching mine, and the rough scrape of his stubble on my neck as he buried his face there.

“Serena…” His voice was a wrecked rasp, low and dangerous, vibrating through my bones.

“What the f**k did we just do?”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. All I could do was clench around him again, milking the last drops from him, my p***y greedy and aching even though he’d just wrecked me.

I was only twenty, but this man—fifteen years older, my father’s most trusted weapon—had just claimed me like I belonged to him.

And God, I wanted to belong. I wanted him to ruin me over and over until nothing else mattered.

He pulled out slowly, inch by devastating inch, and I whimpered at the empty ache he left behind.

His c*m dripped down my thighs, warm and filthy, marking me.

Damon rolled me onto my back with those big, calloused hands, and when his storm-gray eyes met mine, the hunger in them hadn’t faded.

If anything, it burned hotter. He looked at my flushed face, my heaving breasts, the way my n*****s were still tight and begging, and his jaw clenched like he was fighting a war he was already losing.

“You’re so f*****g beautiful,” he growled, his voice thick with need. “Lying here like this… covered in my c*m… it’s killing me, Serena.

I’m supposed to protect you. Not f**k you raw in your own bed.”

But even as he said it, his hand slid down my body like he couldn’t stop himself. His palm cupped one of my breasts, thumb circling my n****e in slow, torturous strokes.

I arched into his touch, a soft moan slipping out.

His other hand traced the mess between my legs, spreading his c*m over my swollen c**t, making me gasp.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered, my voice shaky with fresh desire.

“I don’t want you to protect me right now. I want you to take me again.”

His eyes darkened to slate. That massive c**k of his—still half-hard and glistening with us—was already twitching back to life against my thigh.

He was so big, so thick, and the sight of it made my mouth water.

I reached down and wrapped my fingers around him, stroking slowly, feeling him swell and harden in my grip.

“Jesus Christ,” he hissed, hips jerking forward.

“You’re going to destroy me, baby girl.”

I loved the way he said it—rough, possessive, like I was his secret sin.

I pumped him faster, my thumb swirling over the slick head, and he groaned deep in his throat. Then he snapped.

In one fluid move, he grabbed my wrists, pinned them above my head with one hand, and crushed his mouth to mine.

This kiss wasn’t gentle. It was starving. His tongue plunged deep, claiming me, while his free hand shoved my thighs apart.

He settled between them, the heavy weight of his body pressing me down, his c**k sliding hot and thick along my p***y lips.

“You want this again?” he rasped against my lips, grinding against me so the head of his d**k nudged my c**t with every roll of his hips.

“You want your father’s guard to f**k you senseless?”

“Yes,” I moaned, loud and desperate, my body on fire.

“I want you, Damon. All of you. Please—”

He didn’t make me beg twice.

He thrust into me in one powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt.

I cried out, the sound raw and needy, my walls stretching around his thick length.

He was so deep it bordered on pain, but the pleasure was sharper, hotter, making my toes curl and my vision blurred.

“f**k, you feel like heaven,” he groaned, pulling back almost all the way before slamming in again.

Harder. Deeper. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, mixed with my broken moans and his low, filthy curses.

He released my wrists and grabbed my ass with both hands, lifting my hips so he could pound into me at a new angle that made stars explode behind my eyes.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, heels digging into his back, pulling him closer. My nails raked down his shoulders, leaving marks under his shirt.

“Harder,” I gasped. “Don’t hold back. I can take it.”

He lost it completely. His thrusts turned savage—long, punishing strokes that hit that perfect spot inside me every single time.

My breasts bounced with the force of it, and he leaned down to suck one n****e into his mouth, biting just hard enough to make me scream his name.

The pressure built fast, coiling tight in my core. I was close again, so close it hurt.

“Come for me, Serena,” he commanded, voice gravel-rough against my ear. “Come on my c**k like the dirty little secret you are.”

His words pushed me over. I shattered with a loud, helpless cry, my p***y pulsing around him in waves, soaking his d**k and the sheets beneath us.

Damon followed right after, burying himself deep and coming with a guttural groan, flooding me again with hot, thick ropes of c*m.