He looks up at me, his gaze holding my wide, stunned one, and then lowers his mouth to my pussy.
“You think I just want the clean and tidy version of you?” he growls, biting the tender apex of my thighs, right next to my pussy. “You should know, little bird…”
His mouth dips to my wetness.
“Red is my favorite fucking color.”
I cry out when his tongue drags up my seam, opening my lips and then dragging over my clit. My body writhes, my hips lifting up to his face as he pushes his tongue deep inside me.
“Bleed for me, baby,” he murmurs, tonguing my clit as he hums against me.
Holyfuck,this man.
My back arches as a broken, haunted sound of pleasure wrenches from my throat. I moan, twisting on the sticky wet paint at my back, feeling it coat my skin and matt my hair. Bane lies shirtless between my thighs, growling and hungrily devouring my pussy as I gasp and whine for more moremore.
His lips wrap around my clit, his low, deep groans vibrating against me as he swirls his tongue over the swollen bud. I scream, thrashing about, knocking over more shit andnot caring at allas my fingers spear into his hair.
“Bane—!”
The orgasm comes out of nowhere, ripping through me as my entire body arches off the mess. My legs kick and shake and finally give out, my heels skidding through slick paint as I come hard against his mouth.
He kicks his jeans off and slides up between my legs. His mouth is bloody…and maybe this is sick…but it doesn’t stop me from wrapping my arms around his neck and yanking him down to me.
I sear my lips to his just as he centers hishugemonster dick at my entrance. He slides in wetly, my pussy so slippery with my cum and my blood that he easily buries his thick length to the hilt inside me. I scream into his mouth, clawing and clinging to him, tasting copper on his tongue.
He rams into me hard, thrusting his dickdeepinside me, touching me in places I didn’t even know existed. My head lolls back, my arms still tight around his neck as he pounds into me with deep, brutal thrusts.
His hand slides under us, grabbing my ass and shifting my hips to get a better angle. I cry out, moaning and shaking as Bane fucks theshitout of me on the mess of brushes, paint, and blood smeared across the giant canvas beneath.
In and out. In and out. His fat cock reams into me, stretching me to my limit, even though I’ve had two weeks practice taking him by now. I can feel him in my stomach, and I swear when I look down, I can see a bulge in my abdomen from his cock stroking me on the inside.
Bane grabs and tugs on a handful of my hair, making me scream in pleasure and my eyes roll back. His teeth rake over my throat as he slams into me.
“I’ll never get tired of the way this hot little cunt strangles my cock, baby,” he snarls against my skin.
My legs wrap around his muscled hips. My pelvis rises and falls, meeting his every thrust as he rams deep, over and over, until my entire reality becomes a blur of raw, unhinged pleasure and the slick sheen of paint on my back.
“Bane!” I choke, feeling my entire body quiver and shake and clench tightly around him. “I?—!”
“You want to squirt all over my cock again, little bird?” he growls into my ear, biting and licking it as my entire core clenches and ripples. “Do it. Squirt for me, baby,” he rasps. “Bleed for me.Ruinme. Fuck me up again and again, because I’ll never fucking quit you, and it’ll never be e-fucking-nough.”
He buries his thickness to the balls inside me.
“It’ll—”
Thrust.
“Never.”
Thrust.
“Be.”
Thrust.
“Fucking.”
Thrust.
