She broke the kiss for a moment, her eyes searched my face, dark and intent, breath still uneven. “I’ve never wanted to please anyone like this. But you… I want to be perfect for you. Show me how.”
The sound that left me was a low, rough growl.
I didn’t respond with words. Instead, I pulled off my hoodie and shirt in one smooth motion, letting them fall to the floor. Her eyes followed every movement, lips parted, teeth sinking into her lower lip. I caught her wrists and pinned them above her head, my mouth crashing back onto hers, deeper this time, more demanding. My cock throbbed against my pants, aching for release, driven mad by the sound of her voice saying she wanted to please me.
My lips trailed from her mouth to her jaw, then down her throat, teeth grazing skin, tongue soothing the marks away. She arched beneath me instinctively, a soft sound breaking from her chest.
My hand reached out and closed around the knife still lying beside us.
Her breath hitched.
I paused, just enough for her to feel it, then met her gaze. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she said without hesitation.
That was all the permission I needed. I slipped a finger under the thin strap of her nightgown and dragged the blade down slowly, savoring the sound as it split apart. The fabric fell away from her like a gift I was unwrapping just for myself—her perfect tits exposed to the moonlight, rising and falling with every hungry breath. I didn’t tear it to destroy what she wore. I did it because something feral in me needed totakeher this way—bared, trembling, and completely fucking mine.
“Jesus,” I muttered.
I didn’t give myself a second to think—I just lowered my head and wrapped my mouth around her breast. I licked and sucked her like a man possessed, tongue circling her nipple until she whimpered, her hands fisting the sheets. Then I shifted to the other, lavishing it with the same greedy hunger while my free hand slid down to trace the curve of her waist before gripping her ass, squeezing hard enough to leave marks.
I hooked my finger into her panties, right over her cunt, and felt it immediately—soaked through, soft and sticky against my skin. A low sound left my chest. I took the knife again and traced the blade lazily along her stomach, watching her tremble under the cold edge, before dragging it down and cutting the fabric open. The panties parted, useless now, revealing her slick, open pussy. Fuck. I’d never loved the sound of tearing cloth more.
She let out a shaky moan in response, her fingers trembling where they clutched the sheets.
“You said you want to please me?” I said, my voice low and rough.
She nodded, lips parted, pupils blown wide with that intoxicating mix of nerves and want.
A slow, hungry smile curved my mouth. “I’ve been starving all fucking day,” I told her, letting the words drag out, thick with intent. “And now I want my meal. I wantyouto feed me.“ I paused, watching the way her breath hitched, the way her bare thighs pressed together instinctively. “Can you do that for me, Malaya?”
She just looked at me, a flicker of uncertainty in her expression, like she wasn’t sure where to start. I didn’t push. I lay back beside her instead, stretching out, hands laced behind my head, eyes fixed on her.
“I said I want you to feed me,” I repeated, voice low and steady. “Sit. On. My. Face.”
Her breath hitched sharply. She froze for a second, eyes wide, then flicked down to the thick bulge in my pants and back up.
Slowly she moved. Rising to her knees, pussy already glistening. She swung a leg over me, straddling my chest, hands gripping the headboard. Hovering, trembling.
“Higher,” I rasped. “I’ve got you.”
She sank down inch by inch until her pussy brushed my lips.
The first taste of her—hot, sweet, drenched—hit me like a drug.
I groaned deep in my throat, the sound vibrating straight into her clit. My hands shot up, gripping the backs of her thighs just below the curve of her ass, pulling her down harder. “That’s it,” I rasped against her pussy. “Give it all to me. Feed me like you fucking promised.”
She whimpered as I dragged my tongue slow and flat along her slit, then circled her clit with firm, wet pressure. At first her hips barely rocked—tiny, shy shifts. I let her find it, humming against her so she felt the vibration deep inside.
Then something snapped.
She ground down harder. I sucked her clit between my lips, tongue flicking fast, hands kneading her ass, spreading her wider. She moaned—high, broken—and started riding my face in earnest: long, greedy rolls, forward so my nose pressed her clit, back so my tongue plunged inside her dripping heat.
“Fuck—yes—right there—” Her voice cracked. “Don’t stop—”
I didn’t. I devoured her—sucking, licking, groaning into her cunt like I was dying of hunger. Her thighs shook around my ears, slickness coating my chin, dripping down my neck.
Her rhythm faltered. “I’m—oh god—”
