Page 4 of Die With Me
Misty glares up at me from the floor, making no effort to get up. Her eyes rake over my muscles as my hands move to my belt. “Who's to say I don’t have something up my sleeve for later?”
A crack resonates through the room as I swiftly pull my belt from its loops and whip it out. “You’re already naked,” I bend down to grab ahold of the material covering her between her legs and rip it away from her body, baring the rest of her to me, “so unless you have something hiding in that pretty little cunt, I’ll take my chances.”
Dropping to my knees, I knock her back with mysheer size, reaching down to shove two fingers inside of her. She’s warm and tight and so goddamn wet that I groan. “Look at that. Nothing here. Completely empty and ready for my cock to destroy.”
She laughs; the melodic, tinkling giggle filling the room as her nails find purchase in my shoulders and drag down my arms. I swallow the sound as our lips battle. Her legs cage my hips, the lurid sounds of her pussy devouring my fingers taking its place as her tight walls suction around my digits, pulsating with a life of its own.
My cock throbs. So fucking ready to be consumed by her heat. But it’s not time yet.
Tearing myself away from her, I smirk at the whimper of outrage that leaves her lips. She tries to rise, but her movements are sluggish. She writhes on the floor as she watches me reach for the roses, eyes widening with intrigue as I pull a slim knife from the bouquet.
“Coward,” the word is slow as it leaves her lips.
“Oh, I’m not going to kill you tonight,” I explain, wrapping my free hand around her hair to drag her to a sitting position. I’m too tall, and it’s not the right height for what I want to do to her, so I pick her up and hoist her over my shoulder, bringing her over to where the booth flattens like a chaise. “Tonight, I’m going to leave you wanting while I even the score between us.”
She makes an unintelligible sound as I slam her down on the leather cushions before propping her up. I set the knife on the stage, quickly ridding myself of my pants. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she eyes my throbbing length. There’s already precum beaded at the tip of my flushed crown as I grab my cock in one hand and the knife in the other.
Kneeling on the leather, I smear it over her mouth as I bring the blade to her neck. “Open your mouth and show me how much you hate me. And don’t you even think about trying to bite it off, or I’ll end your life before you can finish the job.”
A gasp flies from her lips as I press the edge of the blade into her skin hard enough that a thin line of blood wells at the surface. I take the opportunity to shove my cock between her open lips, thrusting in nearly to my root.
Misty’s head bobs automatically, adjusting to take my size, seafoam glazing over with lust as she moans around me. She sucks hard as I retreat as if trying to stop me from leaving the heat of her willing mouth. I pull out all the way, watching as she licks and sucks the tip before gathering the saliva in her mouth and letting it pool as I shove my way back inside. Her head hits the back of the booth as I take over her throat.
She tries to swallow around me, her throat constricting to trap my dick in a vise grip for asecond that has me tipping my head back in pleasure. “Fuck, why couldn’t you have approached me sooner?”
As I look back down, our eyes lock as she slowly raises her hands to lay her palms against my thighs. I tangle my hand in her strands again, tightening my fingers to hold her head down on me. “Think of all the fun we could have had at Désirer.”
There’s a sharp prick as she begins to struggle, but I refuse to let her go and press the knife into her flesh in a different place, drawing blood as she pushes against me. After a few more moments, I release her, pulling out of her mouth completely.
Her chest heaves as she gasps for air, drawing my attention to her rosy nipples. Unhurriedly, I drag the knife along her skin, down past her collarbone, and over the swell of her breast before I press the tip into the hardened peak. Without a word, she looks down to watch as I circle her areola, blood following the trail I make.
“What do you have to say for yourself, Misty? Why’d you wait so long to find me?”
She opens her mouth to answer, and I shove my cock back between her lips, cutting off her words and forcing them into a jumble of incoherent syllables. But instead of getting angry, she closes her eyes and sucks my cock like her life depends on it, even though I’ve assured her that, for tonight, it doesn’t.
Dragging the knife upward again, I enjoy the goosebumps that erupt over her skin. My fingers tighten as I steel myself from going too deep. Her teeth graze my length with every cut I make until the left side of her is bloody from her breast to her neck.
“So fucking beautiful.” Palming the knife, I hold her head to me as I pull her up, making her scramble onto her shins. I swipe two fingers through her blood and hold them up for her to see. “I’ve got your saliva on my dick, your blood on my hands, and your pussy juices leaking all over the booth. Tell me, Misty, do you want to come? Does this turn you on as much as it does me?”
Tears line her eyes as she struggles to breathe, and my cock jumps in her throat at the sight. I let her go and push her away, giving her a moment of reprieve as she slumps back. A trail of saliva falls from her lips, connecting to my cock as it falls from her mouth and bobs in the air between us.
"Tell me what you want, piccola demone. Do you want to ride my face until that euphoric orgasm hits? Do you want me to fuck you rough and hard until you're bleeding? Tell me."
Her legs fall open, her pussy pink and flushed and so wet she might have already come. Her clit is engorged, peeking up at me from under the hood, just begging for me to pay attention to it.
She moans as I lay the flat of the blade directlyover her wet flesh, hips rising to meet the bloodied metal. “Yes,” she whispers, sliding down until she’s lying on her back, hips undulating lazily against the knife. “Yes to it all.”
“Sick fucking slut,” I laugh the words into the air like a prayer. This is the type of religion I’m into. And my piccola demone is the most perfect goddess I’ve ever worshiped.
“Ahh!” she lets out a cry as the tip of the knife pokes her hood. A thick, creamy stream releases from her pussy as it tightens around the air. She watches as I scoop it with my bloodied fingers and stick them in my mouth, making a show of licking them clean.
Her bottom lip disappears between her teeth, her entire lower face glistening with saliva and my precum. “How does it taste?” She sounds so fucking innocent when she asks. So eager to hear me tell her it’s the best damn thing I’ve ever tasted.
“Like poison,” I tell her before slamming my cock into her so hard it rocks her body backward. I lay the knife above her head before gathering her wrists in one hand to make sure she can’t go after it.
Every thrust is rough. Her tits bounce. Her head thrashes back and forth. A sultry smile parts her lips as she stares up at me reverently because she thinks she’s getting exactly what she wants.
Sweat begins to bead at my hairline as I pound into her, our flesh slapping together as her arousalmixes with the blood that’s pooling from the cut I made just above her clit. My sweat smears the blood from every cut as I lean down and bury my face in her neck. My saliva blends with it as I clamp my teeth around a mouthful of flesh and bite down as I drill my cock so deep into her she’s going to feel my cum coat the insides of her chest.