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"Yeah, it does," I tell him.

"I told you—I'm a professional."

I pull myself up onto my knees and face him, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down over his hips.

"Can I do it to you?" I pull his boxers down until his hard cock springs free. "I'm not a professional," I say, wrapping my fist around him, "but I'll take my time."

I wrap my lips around his cock, swirling my tongue around the head before slowly sucking it into my mouth and taking it into the back of my throat and then, just as slowly, sucking it to the tip.

"Fuck," he groans, dropping his head before he grabs the back of my hair and thrusts hard into my mouth over and over again, my eyes watering. He releases me and pulls his cock from my mouth, hissing as if it's painful, and then says, "Get the knife, Teagan."

A smile stretches across my face. "Okay."

As I turn to grab the knife, he stretches out naked on the bed, working his cock in his hand. And I can't stop staring—he's sprawled out on his back with his legs spread. All hard muscle and tattoos, sliding his fist up and down his length. I can't wrap my fingers around it, but he can. His middle finger just barely touches his thumb as he slowly pumps the shaft.

"Well? Go ahead," he says, snapping me out of it.

I lean over him and press the knife to his skin.

"Lower, killer," he growls.

"Sorry," I say, bringing the knife down a couple of inches. He groans as I make the two small cuts that form the 'T' on his chest…but I don't think he's in pain. I think he likes it.

"Is that it?" he asks. "It's small."

"No…I want to make sure there's room for my whole name."

He laughs and, with his free hand, runs his thumb over my nipple. "Well, what are you waiting for?"

"I might need help with the 'G' from a professional."

"No problem," he says.

He barely flinches as I etch my name across his chest, grunting while he pumps his dick in his hand, cum leaking from the tip.He only stops to guide my hand as I make the letter 'G' and then goes right back to work.

"Does it feel good?" I ask as I start on the final letter, glancing down at his dripping cock gripped tightly in his fist. It makes my clit throb. "Your dick is twitching."

"Yeah, it feels good," he groans. "Fuck."

"Done," I tell him, leaning down and running my tongue over the bloody cuts. I close my eyes, savoring the taste of the warm, coppery liquid on my tongue, but I don't get to for long.

Sebastian slides out from under me, gripping the back of my neck and pushing my head into the mattress before easily slipping his cock into my pussy.

He groans loudly as he impales me, forcefully slamming his hips into mine. "Fuck, your slutty pussy is messy, little monster. Your blood and our cum feel so…fucking…good."

"Oh my god…"

"You should see my blood dripping all over you, running down your ass..." He trails off, grunting each time he drills into me.

"Sebastian!"

"Fucking hell…this is going to make it harder not to cut you up."

He growls before spreading my legs wider, using a tight grip on my hips to pull me further onto him each time he thrusts inside me. I scream into the mattress when I come, my pussy clenching around his throbbing cock as he comes again, too.

"Oh…fuck," Sebastian moans. He stretches out on top of me, reaching around and grabbing my tits with both hands while he empties himself inside me, his hips flush against my ass.

And when he pulls out, I reach for him, lacing my fingers through his and pulling him into me. This is usually the part where he leaves me without saying a word or tells me how much he hates me.