“Yes?”
“Fuck me, Cain.”
My body throbbed with hunger just from those words. She had no idea how long I’d yearned to hear her say that.
And due to that I could restrain myself no more.
With a jerk of my hips, I thrust forward, pushing my cock through her slippery folds. The broad head spread her wet pussy. My dick sank into her.
Groaning, I slid deeper into her wet heat inch by slow delicious inch.
My body ached and vibrated.
Damn it. There must be a god. Who else could have made this?
The pleasure was real, as real as my dick lodged in her pussy.
She gasped, her whole body shivering.
I didn’t let myself fill her completely. I stopped halfway. Her pussy trembled around my dick.
She looked up at me with pleading eyes.
The haunting scent of her blood filled the air around us.
I ground my teeth as I fought the urge to thrust all the way inside. “Does it feel good inside of you?”
“Yes.”
“Then tell me what you want again.”
She glared at me.
You don’t want to admit it. Do you?
I smirked. “My hearing is bad.”
“It’s not.”
With my dick still lodged halfway inside of her, I pressed my chest against her breasts. I could feel her pounding heartbeat through her skin, so fast, so hard it filled the room. “You won’t tell me what you want?”
She remained silent.
I pulled my dick out and rose. “Then, we don’t have to fuck.”
She frowned. “You’re full of shit.”
“I’m not.” I grabbed the knife. “I’ll cut the rope, clean you up, and we will leave. If that is what you want?”
My dick hated that plan.
More blood trickled from her scars, but the oozing had lessoned.
“We can end it here.” I took the knife to the other side of her shoulder and caught some of the spilling blood with the blade. “I won’t lie. I want to fuck you.”
She shivered. “Then, do it.”
Grinning, I placed the dripping knife over her face. “So, you do want it?”
“As you told me before. . .I might as well get pleasure from the pain.”
I placed the bloodied knife near her lips. “Lick it.”
She looked at it. “W-what?”
“Lick your blood off.”
Slowly, she pushed her tongue out and lapped the blood off the blade.
Holy fuck.
Pre-cum spilled from my dick.
I dropped the knife and was back inside of her pussy in seconds. I thrust hard into her and then paused, keeping my dick lodged deep within her.
Her pussy vibrated around my length.
She moaned.
Lifting up a little, I grasped one of her nipples tightly with my fingers. “What do you want again?”
“Cain. . .”
I twisted the nipple, making her whimper. “Say it.”
“Fuck me.”
My dick jerked inside her.
She gasped. “Please.”
“Like this?” I pulled back, and then slammed deep into her.
She cried out. “Oh!”
Grunting, I did it again.
This time she pushed her hips upward to meet me. That pussy was anxious. Greedy. Begging for more.
“You’re my angel.” I pounded her harder, faster, shoving my cock into her passionately.
“Oh!” Her body moved beneath me, grinding against my strokes as I drove into her. Each time I thrust into her pussy, the warm wetness squeezed my dick as if trying to hold on to it forever. Somehow I didn’t falter and spurt cum all over her.
Those sexy breasts moved up and down with my rhythm. The blood. . .it spilled from my name and stained the sheets.
“My blood angel.” I gritted my teeth through the all-consuming pleasure.
Growling, I grabbed her hips and gently lifted her off the bed. I couldn’t raise her too high, due to her still being bound. But I had her just high enough to hit that sweet spot in her pussy.
“So fucking good.” I slammed into her pussy. “And all fucking mine.”
Her pussy spasmed around my dick, and she let out a strangled cry that ended in groans. “Cain!”
“Yes. I like that.” A wild primal urge ripped through me.
I felt her pussy tighten around my length, and I groaned, thrusting into her as hard as I could. Her pussy hugged my dick and it was so tight around me, so hot, so wet, telling me that she was damn close to exploding.
“Oh.”
“Yes, Phoenix.”
“Oh!”
“Fuck yes.” The muscles in my legs, back, chest, and arms strained with the effort. My heart boomed in my ears.
I didn’t know how long I could hold on before I shattered and detonated inside of her. I wanted to make this hot moment last as long as possible. Forever if I could.
Sweat ran down my skin. Her breasts glistened with sweat and blood as they bounced. Her wet flesh slipped against mine. Our bodies slapped together.
I fucked her harder.
The overpowering fragrances of our sex drifted and spiraled around us, pushing my desire further and fogging the space. It was the smell of wet pussy and sweat-soaked balls, lust and sex, animal pleasure and impending love.
And it was aromatic.