Letting Go Pt. 3

Damian stops for a moment, his breath heavy against your ear as he pulls your legs together, then pushes them off to one side. With an easy, practiced motion, he shifts into a side missionary, his body hovering above yours, a suffocating weight of dominance that you can’t escape even if you wanted to. You feel the heat of his skin as his hands grip your thighs, forcing you open as he leans in closer, his cock pressing against your entrance.

“Ahh...” you moan, the sound barely audible, but the intensity of it betrays just how much his presence affects you. Every inch of him feels like it belongs inside you, your body welcoming him, craving him.

His cock slides between your slick folds again, the pressure building as he pushes inside you, slow at first, savoring the tightness of your cunt. You can’t help but moan out, a soft whimper that only fuels his control over you. Each movement is calculated, pulling you deeper into a haze of pleasure and obedience.

"Yes..." you breathe, your voice trembling with both desire and submission. You can't focus on anything except the way his body moves against yours. His control over you is complete, and it’s overwhelming in the best way.

Damian leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "You're so tight," he murmurs, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine. "I love the way you feel around me." His words are a praise and a claim, and you feel yourself sink deeper into his control, your body responding to the rhythm he sets for you.

“Ahh...” you gasp softly, your voice barely above a whisper, but it’s enough to send a rush of heat through you. "This is... this is amazing."

Damian smirks against your skin, his hands moving to grip your hips more firmly. "You’re mine," he growls, the words cutting through the haze of pleasure. "Remember that. Every inch of you is mine to do with as I please."

Your body trembles beneath him as he drives into you once again, his thrusts slow but purposeful, each one deeper than the last. You feel like you’re being stretched open, completely filled by him, and it makes your body burn with a mixture of discomfort and undeniable pleasure. You know he’s in control, and something deep inside you craves this. It feels right.

Your hips instinctively rock against him, chasing the pleasure he’s giving you, but you’re reminded by the way his hands grip you that you are not in charge here. Not now. Not ever. He’s the one commanding this moment, and you can’t help but obey, your body aching for the rhythm he’s establishing.

“You want more, don’t you?” Damian’s voice is soft, teasing, but it’s also firm with authority. "You’re not done yet, Luna. Not even close."

You barely manage a moan, your lips parting as you struggle to keep your thoughts together. "Yes," you whisper, your voice barely a sound, but it's enough for him. "Please... don’t stop."

"You like that, don’t you?" Damian growls, his voice low and dripping with authority. "You’re so fucking tight... Look at you, begging for it."

"Yes..." you whimper, the word slipping out like a confession, your chest rising and falling with every heavy breath. His words make your body burn with need, a **** need to please him, to feel him continue to claim you.

His thrusts deepen, more purposeful now, and he shifts again, his movements becoming more insistent. You feel his cock glide inside you in a smooth rhythm, each thrust pulling a moan from your lips. The sensation is almost too much, but you crave more. Your body aches for it. God, you need it.

Then, with a swift motion, Damian pulls out of you, leaving you momentarily empty. The sudden loss sends a pang of disappointment through you, but you’re barely able to register it before he shifts you once more. He pushes you onto your hands and knees, his grip on your hips tightening as he moves behind you, a slow, deliberate motion that has your pulse racing.

The change is sharp, sudden, but it’s exactly what you need. You can feel the shift in him—he’s going to take you hard now, not giving you a choice.

Damian's voice comes out in a low snarl, tinged with both pleasure and control. "Now you're gonna take me the way you were meant to." He shoves his cock back into you with a violent thrust.

“Aghh…” you moan softly as the initial pressure makes your breath hitch. “Yes… god...”

Damian sets an unrelenting pace from behind, your body jolting forward as the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, loud and unforgiving.

"God, you’re such a little slut, aren’t you? Look at that ass, bouncing for me like it was made for my cock."

The words hit you like a jolt, mixing with the sharp, powerful thrusts. His cock is buried deep inside you, and the sounds of his body slamming into yours echo in the room—your asscheeks rippling with every brutal impact, your tits swaying back and forth, bouncing with the rhythm he’s setting.

“Ahh, Damian… yes...” you moan louder as each stroke fills you deeper. “Fuck, yes!” Your body shakes with each thrust, and you whimper at the intensity.

The slap of his hips against your flesh, the way his cock slides in and out of you with each relentless push, it makes you dizzy with lust.

"Look at that ass jiggle," he grunts, his hands gripping your hips harder, digging his fingers into your flesh as he pounds into you. "You like that? You like when I use you like this?"

You can’t even answer, your body too lost in the pleasure, in the rawness of it all. All you can do is moan, the sound of it torn from your throat as you feel him thrust into you again and again, deep and unforgiving. Every slam of his hips sends a shockwave through you, your body bouncing with the ****, the wet sounds of your pussy clenching around him filling the air.

“Ah! Aghh! Yes, fuck!” your moans become more **** as he fucks you relentlessly, the sounds of skin slapping louder with each movement.

"Fucking slut," Damian hisses, his voice cold with disdain, but there’s a hint of pride there too.

Your body trembles beneath him, your hands digging into the bed as you try to hold yourself steady. The sensation of him fucking you hard, the way his cock rips through you, hitting all the right spots, is enough to make your mind go blank. The only thing you can focus on is the feeling of his body, his cock, claiming you in every possible way.

“Shit…” you gasp, the words escaping you involuntarily. “Please… don’t stop… ahhh!”

Damian’s breath grows ragged, his thrusts turning even more savage. You feel every inch of his cock as it slams into you, the base of it pressing against you with each punishing stroke. Your ass is jiggling, bouncing against him as he takes you, the sound of his hips slapping against your skin mixing with the wet squelches from your pussy.

“You like that, huh?” he growls. “You love when I treat you like this. Fucking whore."

The degradation cuts through you like a knife, the sting of his words fueling the fire in your core. It makes you ache for him, **** for more. Your body pushes back against him, your hips moving in rhythm with his as you fuck yourself on his cock. You need it, need him to claim you completely, to lose yourself in the brutality of it.

“Please,” you whimper, your voice breaking as your body shudders with the intensity of it all. “Fuck me… oh yes… I need it.”

Damian grins darkly, leaning over you as his thrusts grow deeper, harder. You feel him fill you completely, his cock hitting spots inside you that make you gasp, your entire body shaking with the **** of each thrust. "You’re mine," he growls again, each word like a brand, marking you. "Say it."

“I’m yours,” you gasp, your voice trembling with the intensity of the moment. “I’m yours, Damian. Only yours.”

The words slip from your lips like a prayer, a confirmation of your complete submission. You’re his in every way, and the thought alone sends a rush of heat through you. You’re not just taking him, you’re craving it. Your body moves with his, ****, needy, every part of you open to his control.

Damian’s hands grip your hips tighter, fingers digging into your flesh as he forces your body forward, pushing your ass up higher. You can feel his cock throbbing deep inside you, a constant reminder of his power and control. The tension between the two of you is palpable, thick with anticipation. His breath comes in hot, erratic bursts against your skin as he pulls out of you just to slam back in, harder, faster.

Each thrust hits you deeper, the **** behind it making your body jolt forward, your breasts bouncing in time with his relentless rhythm. The sharp sounds of his body slapping against yours fill the room, echoing in your ears, almost drowning out the sound of your own **** gasps.

“Such a good little slut,” Damian growls, his voice rough with satisfaction. “Taking my cock like the filthy whore you are.”

You moan, unable to stop the sound from slipping out as his cock drives into you again, the **** of it hitting you so hard you can feel the pressure building in your core. “Yesss,” you gasp, barely able to form coherent words. “P-please, Damian… harder…”

He smirks, the sound of his breathing a mixture of pleasure and control. His hands slide down to your ass, grabbing it roughly, pulling you back to meet his thrusts. The sound of your wet cunt welcoming his cock with each punishing stroke is almost too much to bear, your body trembling with every impact.

“You like that, don’t you?” he growls, his voice low, almost a whisper against your ear as he slams into you again, each thrust deep and unforgiving. “You love being fucked like this, used like this…”

You can barely respond, the sensation of his cock filling you over and over again, the pressure building in your core. Your mind is hazy, every inch of you consumed by the need for more. His words, the degradation, it only pushes you closer to the edge.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget who you were before me,” Damian murmurs, his voice thick with lust. “You’re just a hole for me now, nothing more. You’ll beg me for this. You’ll crave it.”

“Y—yes, Damian!” you moan, barely able to hold yourself up as the intensity of his thrusts sends shockwaves through your body. “P-please… don’t stop… I need it… I need you…”

Damian laughs darkly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. “You’ll come when I say you can. Don’t forget who’s in control here.”

With each thrust, he pushes you closer and closer to the edge, and the desperation inside you mounts, filling your chest with need, every nerve in your body alive with sensation. Your body is ready to explode, the tension coiling tighter and tighter with every ruthless pound.

Damian slows for a brief moment, his hands gripping your hips, forcing your body to stay still as he leans over you, his lips brushing against your ear. “Tell me, Luna… Do you want to come?” he asks, his voice a low, seductive growl.

“Y-yes…” you beg, your voice broken, a whimper escaping you as the words leave your mouth. “P-please, Damian… I need to come… I can’t take it anymore…”

Damian chuckles, his breath hot against your ear. “Good girl. You’re begging for it now. You’re finally getting it.”

Without another word, he pulls back slightly, just enough to make you whimper at the loss of his cock, before he slams back into you with a renewed, punishing ****. The sensation is overwhelming, your body quaking as his cock fills you completely, every inch of him sliding in with a wet, satisfying slap. Your hands scramble to grip the bed, your nails digging into the sheets as you desperately push back against him, trying to match his rhythm.

With that, the floodgates open. The pressure inside you builds to a breaking point, and suddenly, everything crashes together in an explosion of sensation. The walls of your pussy clamp down around Damian’s cock, and you can’t stop the scream that rips from your throat. “OHHH GOD!!” The sound is raw, ****—like it’s been building for years and now it’s finally released.

Your body shudders violently, every muscle seizing in a delicious spasm of pleasure. Your whole world narrows to the sensation of his cock buried deep inside you, the overwhelming pleasure coursing through every inch of your body. You’ve never felt anything like this, nothing even close. It’s like a storm breaking, as if the very air around you is charged with electricity.

You’re not just coming; you’re exploding, unraveling into a thousand shards of bliss that rip through you, leaving nothing but pure, raw sensation. Each pulse of your orgasm makes your body tremble harder, your legs shaking as the tremors shake your core. Your mind is hazy, barely able to process anything as the waves of pleasure slam into you one after another, relentless and unyielding.

Damian’s cock is still thrusting into you, his rhythm unbroken, his hands gripping you tighter, forcing you to take every ounce of the pleasure he’s giving. But you can’t focus on anything other than your body’s frantic response to him. The walls of your pussy tighten, fluttering around him as your orgasm swells to new heights, impossible and endless.

It’s the first time your body has truly let go like this—fully accepting the pleasure of being taken, of being used by a man, and it's overwhelming. You feel like you’re floating, your body both weightless and impossibly heavy at the same time. Every inch of you is on fire, your pussy slick and pulsing around him, as if trying to pull him deeper.

Each wave of pleasure hits you harder than the last, leaving you gasping, your cries and moans echoing in the room. You can feel your body convulsing under him, your chest heaving with the effort to breathe, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. It’s too much, but at the same time, it’s everything. You don’t know where you end and where he begins anymore.

For the first time, you’ve felt this—a real, earth-shattering orgasm, the kind that leaves you breathless, speechless, your body writhing with the aftershocks. And it’s not just any orgasm; it’s the kind that marks you, that changes you in a way you never expected. It’s the first time you’ve truly felt your body as a woman, as something more than a shell.

Damian watches you, his gaze intense and possessive, as if he knows just how much this means, just how much control he has over you in this moment. His cock continues to pump in and out of you, fucking you through the intensity of your orgasm, the relentless rhythm of his thrusts drawing more and more from you until you’re left panting, limp under him, barely able to think, just feeling.

The aftershocks come slower now, a soft, pulsing echo of the climax that just ripped through you. Your body still trembles, your legs quaking as you try to catch your breath, but your mind is still reeling from the **** of it.

You’ve crossed a line, a boundary within yourself, and as you lie there beneath him, still feeling the throb of your orgasm in your core, you know that things will never be the same.

His grip tightens in your hair, yanking your head back sharply as a gasp rips from your throat. Your scalp burns from the rough pull, your body arching instinctively as he forces you upright. His other hand snakes around, gripping your chest through the thin fabric of your bra, fingers digging in as he lifts you higher.

"You like this?" Damian’s voice is low, teasing, thick with control. He doesn’t wait for an answer—just palms your breasts roughly, rolling them in his hands while keeping you pinned upright against his chest.

You shudder, heat flooding through you, as his hands are groping, kneading, claiming. Your head tilts back against his shoulder, mouth parting in a breathless moan—just in time for him to claim your lips.

It’s not gentle. It’s messy, deep, a kiss that swallows every sound you make as his cock plunges into you from behind, the **** of it jolting you forward. The stretch has you gasping into his mouth, but he doesn’t let up. Each thrust is brutal, his hips slamming into you, sending shockwaves of pleasure and pain curling through your core.

"Fuck—" you whimper against his lips, body melting as he fucks you harder, forcing you to take every inch.

His fingers squeeze your throat, just enough pressure to make your pulse stutter. "You’re taking it so well," he murmurs, lips dragging along your jaw before biting down on the curve of your shoulder. "Look at you. Such a good little slut, letting me use you like this."

Your stomach tightens at his words, a dizzy haze settling over your mind. The way he holds you—dominates you—has you spiraling, body trembling with each ruthless snap of his hips. You can barely breathe, barely think, just drowning in sensation.

He suddenly releases your throat, shoving you forward. You barely catch yourself on shaky arms, face pressing into the mattress as he grips your hips and slams into you even deeper. The sound of skin slapping fills the room, each thrust sending shockwaves through your body.

"Fuck—" Your moans return to the pleasure pitch, the sensations unbearable, electric, making you arch and push back against him hazily.

"Yeah? You like getting fucked like this?" Damian growls, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise. "Such a filthy little thing, creaming all over my cock."

But he’s not done.

His grip tightens, yanking out abruptly before pulling you down onto your knees. Before you can even catch your breath, he fists your hair again, tilting your face up as he strokes himself right in front of you, his cock slick and throbbing.

"Open," he orders, voice ragged, breath heavy.

You part your lips, dizzy, still shuddering, barely processing before the first hot spurts hit your tongue, then your lips, then your cheek, and a little bit onto your mascara-coated lashes. He groans deep, his cum painting your face in messy streaks, dripping down your chin as he jerks the last few drops onto your waiting tongue.

He exhales, his grip in your hair loosening as he watches you—his work of art, dripping, used, exactly how he wanted you.

"Fuck," he mutters, voice low, dark. A smirk tugs at his lips. "You look even prettier like this."

You don't know how to feel. You're wrecked, flushed, and utterly spent, staring up at him through heavy-lidded eyes.

That was fun. And you were going to remember every second of it.