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Her skin is already starting to bruise where I bit her while blood pools around the area. Covering the beautiful wound with my mouth, I suck as much of the blood as I can. “So fucking tight. Squeeze my cock, baby.”
I’m fucking obsessed with this girl.
She’s my addiction. No matter how toxic I am for her, she’s fucking mine.
This isn’t going to be good when we have to kill her.
Holy fucking shit.
The stinging in my shoulder fades away as Blais forcefully slams his cock into me. I haven’t seen his dick yet, but judging by how it feels like he could rip me in half, I’d say it’s pretty big.
Okay, it’s huge.
The pain coursing through my core is achingly sweet and I don’t want it to stop. Fuck, it feels so good. My pussy instinctively clenches around him, making him groan. I’ll let him fuck me over and over again if it feels like this every time.
Touching him again after I saw how he reacted earlier was a risky move, but I couldn’t help it. I want to see how far I can push without completely losing my grip on him since he’s the key to destroying all of them.
Feeling his touch on my body is enough to make me go mad. His left hand leaves my mouth, snaking down to my throat, squeezing it until I begin losing air. My heart rate quickens, but not from fear. I should be terrified of how he’s handling me, a normal person would be, but it’s getting me off even more.
Adrenaline rushes through my veins the harder he fucks me, the harder he squeezes my throat. My body feels more alive than it has in years and we’re just getting started.
Looking at our reflection in the mirror, I can’t help but love the way his tattooed hand looks against the pale skin of my neck. The dark ink creates a stark contrast against my porcelain skin. The angry veins weaving through his hand, expanding the more he squeezes just adds to the beauty.
My eyes move to Blais’ concentrated face. His pink hair clings to his sweaty forehead as he thrusts in and out of my pussy. His deep grunts fill the air, while his face scrunches like he’s trying not to blow his load. I’ve seen this guy getting off just by seeing me covered in blood, so I imagine his balls are begging for a release right about now.
He stares at the blood threatening to drip from the bite on my shoulder, filling his brown eyes with so much lust, he’s practically drooling.
His head dips, licking the blood spilling from the broken skin with his warm tongue. “I love the taste of blood, but coming off your skin makes it so much sweeter,” he rasps between licks.
That probably shouldn’t be a turn-on, but it is. The longer he does it, the more my walls clench around his cock, making him groan.
His eyes find mine in the mirror and he gives me a wide smile. “Look at yourself in the mirror. Watch me fuck you so you can see how much you love taking my cock. How you want me just as much as I want you.”
Holy. Fuck.
My entire body tightens and I’m positive this will be the craziest, hottest sex I’ll ever have in my life. His thick cock continues to rub against my slick walls, never losing the fast pace he has set to destroy my pussy.
Releasing my throat, his hand falls to my breast. His rough fingers pinch my nipple, causing it to pebble under his touch. I don’t know if the sudden gasp is from the rush of air or the tingling sensations running through my body, either way I’m in pure fucking bliss.
“I’d do anything to lick blood off your gorgeous fucking tits,” Blais grunts.
“Do it,” I whisper, needing to release this crazy sensation inside me.
Why am I encouraging this?
Watching his reflection, I see the biggest fucking grin etch across his face. It’s full of promise, desire, and a pure feral need to possess my body. He raises his dark eyes to meet mine in the mirror.
“Oh, I will, darling, but I have other plans tonight,” he taunts. A clicking sound to my right catches my attention. Metal flashes as he lifts his hand, showing me the knife he’d just opened. The metal glints under the light, sending a thrill down my spine for the promises to come.
He stops his movements, his dick still buried deep inside me. Pulling me back toward him, he wraps his arms around my stomach. His lips brush against my ear, the light touch causing me to shiver. I can feel his dick twitch inside of me, making him grunt out in pleasure.
I’ll be hearing those sexy noises in my fucking sleep.
Running the blade over my breasts, my breath hitches at the possibility that he could cut me any second now. I wiggle my hips on his giant cock, itching for him to keep slamming into me like before as he holds the blade to my body.
I’m sick, I have to be. Because I fucking want him to. I want him to give me the pain I crave before replacing it with euphoria.
Zamira, you’re supposed to lock up men like this, not crumble under their touch.
