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“Your pussy is going to kill me.”
“Not before your dick splits me in two.”
He chuckles, his laughter vibrating over my back. “You handle it good, baby. Real good…”
He’s still catching his breath when he rolls off my body, taking the sheet with him. I roll to my side and his arm slips over my back, so I snuggle beneath his arm as he pulls me in close, his nose in my hair.
I flick my finger over his nipple ring. “I want one of these.”
“Mmmm, we can do that.”
His finger hooks under my chin, tilting my face up to his. He kisses me. “Come sit on my face.”
“Tired.” I yawn, but he catches my bottom lip mid-yawn.
“Now.”
I run my hand over his chest, rubbing the sweat and moisture over his abs and pecs while pushing up against him and crawling up his body. His hands come to each of my thighs, pulling me down until I land over his mouth. I bury my hands in his hair, tilting my head back as his tongue dives inside of me, his hands on my ass possessively. Running my hand to the side of his head, I touch more sweat, only it’s alarmingly more.
My brows knit together in confusion as I bring my hand to my face. Adjusting my eyes to what little light his phone is offering, I pause when I notice whatever it is that’s on my hand is dark. Dark enough to see through the minimal light.
I go to push off him, but he pulls me back down.
“Brantley…” I whisper, but he flicks my clit and sucks on it gently and my mind is lost in the erotic place it goes to any time he eats me. Leaning up on his stomach with one hand, I relentlessly roll my hips over his face.
One hand comes up to my throat and he tenses as I continue to grind over him. Air is cut short when his grip tightens. I hold myself up by his arm, the ripples of muscles tensing under my palm.
“Fuck.” He unlatches from me, his hands on my hips. He slides my body down his chest like I weigh nothing, and guides me back over his dick. I shiver when he fills me again, falling on top of him like a fragile doll while catching my breath.
“You’re bleeding.” I lean up by pressing on his chest.
He forces my head down to his by the back of my neck. “Then clean it.”
I run my tongue over his sharp jaw, down his neck, and over his jugular. The strong tang of metal hits the tip of my tongue and slides down the back of my throat. I ride over him slowly while nibbling and sucking over his collarbone and neck.
“Mmmm.” He wraps my hair around his fist, yanking my face up to his again. “You might be perfect for me.”
He slides in and out until our bodies slap together, filling the silence with our moans and bodily sounds. I fall onto his chest when another orgasm tears through the seams and spills out over us, but before I can catch my breath, he’s flipping me onto my back, stretching one leg wide with his as his tongue catches my nipple. He sucks on it at the same pace that he rides my body, sweat, and most likely blood, sliding between us.
His hand is on my throat again, his lips finally back hovering over mine. Sweat falls from his chin and lands on my cheek as he presses his forehead to mine. “You’re done,” he growls, slamming inside of me. If you cut me open and find the marrow in my bones, you’ll find his name stamped over every inch of it. “You’re mine.”
I reach for his neck, but he snatches my hands down and pins them over my head, burying his face between my shoulder and my head.
His hand reaches over and I hear the sound of something metal. Ice against my neck, and it’s not until it warms to the temperature of my body that I realize it’s the blunt edge of a knife.
I hold my breath as his thrusting slows.
He leans down to my mouth. “Trust me?”
“Yes,” I whisper instantly, and he drags the blade down the side and over my arm. “What if you cut too deep?”
“Trust me?” he repeats, his tone slightly edgier. “I’m not a fucking idiot.”
“Okay.” I gulp, squeezing my eyes shut. I know he won’t mean to kill me, but what if he takes it too far?
The knife is at my arm when he pauses. “I’ll start you somewhere easy, since your pussy is about to strangle my cock with anticipation.” He presses the tip into my flesh and I flinch, but don’t yelp. The pain isn’t unbearable, but the sting vibrating over the cut somehow finds its way down between my thighs. He must feel it, because he chuckles.