Page 23 of Signed in Blood

“What do you think?” he answers.

“I don’t know.” I softly moan as his hand slides up my thighs, the fire in his palms grow as does my pleasure. Pitifully, I moan, “I want to believe I can. You’re giving me vengeance after all.”

“Hmmm…is that all I am to you, access to revenge?” he questions, almost saddened.

“Is there more?” I ask him, hopeful. Dreadfully hopeful as something sparks between us.

“Do you want more?” he asks in response, and my head is fuzzy with lust.

Licking my lips, I answer, “Maybe.”

“Why?”

“Because I like the way you make me feel.”

He reads my mind. “Safe?” He grins. “The irony. I’ll have my fill of you next time but right now, I only wish to taste your cunt.”

With a sharp movement of his arm, I’m whipped over to the bed and he’s there towering over me as my ass hits the sheets and I fall backward. My breath is stolen from me, but I haven’t long to wait as he spreads my legs, baring me to him.

Holy shit!

Gliding the fire down to my pussy, he places it over my clit, igniting this deep need to come, and I can’t hold back for long. I’ve never been so horny in my life.

He baits me. “I already know your cunt is delicious.”

With a blush heating my cheeks, I smile at his dirty words and bite down on my lower lip, loving the feel of his heat against my core. It’s overwhelming, and I begin to fall apart in the palm of his hands. Moans slip through my lips. Strangled cries of pleasure. Once I’m about to let go, he drops to his knees and tastes me with his tongue.

Gripping the sheets, I rock my hips into his face and he groans in pleasure as his tongue dips into my pussy.

Yes!

If I thought the fire was too much, it doesn’t compare to the torture of his mouth on my clit. I moan out his name and he groans again, this time the vibration adds to the pleasure. I’m so close. He manipulates my pussy like he designed it himself.

“You’re my little whore,” he teases. “Trading your holes for revenge.”

He pauses for a moment, until the patience inside of him snaps in half and he orders, “Say it.”

“I’m your little whore.” I give him what he craves so easily, my cheeks flush and desire dripping from my every word.

Yesssss.

I see his cock twitch, loving the way he pleases me, and my hips buck with the sweet sensation.

“Come for me,” he commands me.

And with that I come undone, giving him my pleasure in a way that makes my whole body still ache for him. He gives me no time to recover as he removes his clothes; his chest rising and falling.

Towering over my chest now, he brings his cock up to my lips. I don’t falter, I suck his hardened cock into my mouth, eager to please him in the same way he pleased me, though he barely touched me. The head of his dick is like velvet over a steel rod. Pressing my lips against his flesh and hollowing my cheeks, I take in as much of him as I can.

“Moan for me, Lilith.”

With the head of his cock still in my mouth, he spills his seed into the back of my throat.

I swallow every lost drop of him.

And I fucking love it. I love being a whore for him. Although the very thought should terrify me.

“Close your eyes now, little piece,” he tells me as my heart still races and a darkness settles over me like I’ve never known before.