Page 43 of Cyber Revenge

“I’m going to fucking devour this wet pussy until you’re a dripping mess beneath me, little killer.” He looks up at me, desire blazing in his eyes.

Then he does. His fingers spread me, and his tongue licks long, languid lines up and down my soaking wet core. From my ass to my clit. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him into me more as my back arches away from the wall again, and a moan leaves my lips. His other hand teases my entrance before two of them enter me, filling me. Grabbing my leg, he tosses it over his shoulder as he takes on my clit between his lips and his fingers fuck me.

I shatter around him.

My world crumbles.

I see stars.

My legs close around his head as my body convulses in pure pleasure. He keeps going, keeps milking the orgasm out of me. I come again and again.

“Trip. I-I can’t!” I scream, completely overstimulated. Unable to count the number of times I just came on his tongue.

“I told you I would make you a dripping mess.”

He looks up with that beautiful grin of his plastered across his face as he sets my leg back on the ground.. My body slumps slowly to the ground, legs unable to hold me up any longer, completely boneless and spent. His mouth meets mine, and I taste myself on his lips.

“You taste delicious.” He breaks the kiss to say.

“I fucking know,” I pant as I pull him back into me, my tongue tangling with his as they fight for room in our mouths. He pulls back breathless.

“I’m going to fuck you now, killstreak.” I just nod, unable to form words at this point.

He turns me over, lifting my hips to him.

I hear as he unzips slowly.

His cock is thick, veined, and heavy with need.

And when he presses me into the dirt and grime, everything in me breaks.

He’s rough. Dominant. Unrelenting.

He doesn’t ask. He takes.

He shoves into me with one brutal thrust, making me cry out so loud it echoes through the building.

He fucks me hard, one gloved hand around my throat from behind, the other gripping my hip, yanking me back to meet every punishing snap of his hips.

“Louder,” he growls.

I scream his name.

Over and over.

He flips me, straddling my thighs. There’s a mischievous glint in his eye as he reaches down and pulls out the blade.

My breath catches as the low light glints off the blade.

“Yes,” I beg. “Please.”

He drags the tip over my nipple, slow and gentle at first.

Then, as he lowers the blade down my belly to my pussy, he presses down, just enough.

A thin red line blooms across my skin. It stings. Burns. Lights my body on fire.

I moan louder than before, hips lifting, cunt pulsing around nothing. He leans down, kissing the bloody line he just made in my originally unmarred skin. Then shoves back into me with one hand still holding the blade.