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“Oh my god, Flynn,” she whispers it fast and hard, my name like a summoning and a curse from her swollen mouth.
I watch her cunt squeeze around it as I start to fuck it into her, slow, hard thrusts in and out, the sounds of her sloppy and so wet like an injection of adrenaline directly into my heart.
My mouth is on her clit, her fingers a permanent attachment to my head now where she grips me so fucking tight. I groan against her wet flesh, biting down onto her clit and then she stills, her entire body turning to stone as I continue to lick her and the bathroom door opens, two sets of footsteps entering the restroom.
My free hand reaches up, slapping over her mouth, fingers digging into her cheeks, lips detaching from her cunt, my chin glistening with her, I look up, holding her panicked gaze, and keep fucking her with the knife.
The two girls are at the sinks, talking about shit I don’t fucking care about. Blood from my palm holding the blade drips beneath the cuff of my shirt, soaking into the white cotton. Poppy’s pussy grips around the handle so hard it’s a struggle to hold onto it with my hand as wet with blood as it is, but I keep twisting it up inside of her. Latch my teeth onto her clit, feel her thighs tremble.
Listening to faucets switch on and off, the door opening and closing as I suck her harder.
My hand slips from her face, groping her tits, pinching her nipples, and she’s crying out my name,“Flynn, Flynn, Flynn.”
Her orgasm tearing through her, her entire body trembling, eyes squeezing shut before they’re snapping back open. Lilac-blues hooked on mine as I lap slowly over her clit, slow the thrusts of my knife as she comes down from her high.
She looks like the fucking devil as she stares down at me, and it drives me fucking insane.
Poppy’s skull bangs against the door as she throws it back, still gripping my head, pulling on my hair. She’s dragging me up her body, my knife popping free of her, clattering to the floor between my feet.
Bloodied hand slapping against the door beside her head, she finally releases her hold on my head. Dragging her nails deeply down the skin of my face, leaving stinging marks in her wake, but as she claws down my throat, our mouths reconnecting, the taste of her all over my fucking face.
We’re both fumbling with my belt, the clang of it dropping free like a shot signaling the start of a race. She palms my cock as she tears me free, grip hard and sloppy and spiteful. The drag of her nails along the underside of my cock, catching my crown, squeezing me tight in her slim fingers.
I’m hissing into her mouth as her teeth sink into my tongue, silencing me with her groan as it ripples its way through my own vocal cords. And I’m lifting her leg into the crook of my elbow, my bloodied hand swiping over her cunt.
Both of us look down, breaking our kiss, foreheads together. We stare at the mixture of our blood, her wetness, my saliva, all of it messing up her pretty, perfect skin.
Her hand on my cock, she pumps me hard, not gentle,hurting me,and it feels so good. I’m groaning, watching her work me, bringing me closer to her clenching cunt, lining my dick up with her entrance.
She brings my bleeding palm to her face, and holding my gaze, she buries her face in my hand. Lapping her tongue overthe cuts in my fingers, sucking the slice in my palm, getting my blood all over her. She moans as she tastes me, blood slicking up her cheeks, the tip of her nose. Unable to hold off any longer, I’m slamming inside of her.
Her cunt clenching around my cock, sucking me deeper. I’m wrenching her leg higher, forcing her thigh wider. We’re both groaning and her teeth are savage as she tears at the broken flesh of my hand, like she’s trying to peel back the skin, expose all of my nerves for her to pluck at.
Our hips crack as I fuck her. My hold on her thigh bruising as she keeps sucking on my hand, but I want her to taste both of us. I yank my hand away from her hold, shoving her head back against the door with my palm to her throat. I run my bleeding hand down her body, over her clothes, her pale skin, and press my fingers beside my cock where it thrusts in and out of her. Knowing it’s too much too soon, but I’m doing it anyway, her hands gripping my shoulders as I work two fingers in beside my cock.
A ragged breathy moan tears out of her as I fuck her hard, my balls drawing up, heat rushing down my spine, settling in the base. Fire unfurling in my lower belly as I pull my fingers out of her, blood andhershining on them like a blessed offering.
“Open your mouth,” I demand breathlessly, her lips parting, face slack as she does as I say.
I push my fingers between her teeth, her mouth closing around them as I caress the back of her tongue. Reaching into her throat, feeling it tighten around me as she gags, salvia pooling on her tongue, dripping down her chin.
“Come again,” it’s a bark, the order, her moan vibrating through my fingers, her teeth driving into them as I push further into her throat, my knuckles trying to get inside. “Come with me, Angel, fucking come with me. Come now.”
I pull out as I come, grinding my length into her belly, cum painting her, running down and over her pussy, covering her in my release. Her cunt pulsing around air, I arch back, spit on her clit, drop her leg, reaching for her clit, mashing harsh circles on it with my thumb. And she’s coming too, spit running down my hand, her release pushing free, slipping down her as I hold her open with my fingers. The heel of my hand a hard pressure against her clit, watching her release ooze free.
She bites down on my fingers, breaking skin, her tongue working around them as we both moan. My eyes find hers, blood and saliva all over her face.
“God,fuck,Poppy,” I rush out, breathless, my chest heaving, I pull my fingers free, push them into my own mouth, sucking the taste of us off of my own fingers, ignoring the way my split skin stings.
Poppy stares up at me as I remove my hand from her cunt, her hands on my shoulders, one moving to my hair, her fingers carding through my curls.
“You’re mine now,” I tell her, and I can see in her eyes, my blood all over her face that she didn’t mean it, any of it. “You’re not going to walk away from me,” I say, even though I know she’s going to. “You’re mine, Angel.”
“I’m yours,” she whispers, and we both know it’s a lie.
Chapter 41
POPPY
