“Press harder, Cignette,” he tells me. “I’m way tougher than this.”
I oblige, and when he moans at the pressure, I pull the blade back and drop it to the side.
A thick bead of his blood shines through the small cut, and I don’t know why, but I’m spellbound by it.
“I…I did that,” I voice. “I actually did that.”
Dorran’s shoulders shake in silent laughter, and when I swat him on the arm, he only laughs harder.
“Sorry,” he says, “but that was simply too precious.”
I roll my eyes. “Shut up; let me revel in it.”
“Why don’t you do that by getting a taste?” he sasses. “Unless you’ve changed your mind, of course.”
I click my tongue. “Careful, Ledger. Your desperate side is showing.”
He winks at me. “Fuck you, Adler.”
I grin and place a kiss on the corner of his mouth, then drag my lips lower. I let them trail over his skin, and smile when I feel him get harder against my thigh.
I widen my legs so that I can settle down further, and then, I finally lean in and lick the blood off of Dorran’s collarbone.
My senses immediately overwhelm by the heady taste that surrounds my mouth, and I suppress a moan.
“Fuck,” he whispers, and his head falls forward. “Do that again.”
I drag my tongue over the cut, then suck on it, earning a grunt of approval from Dorran.
I move back and slide my fingers into his soft curls before giving them a tug. “God, you’restunning,” I tell him, admiring the faint flush on his cheeks, his flared pupils, and his inviting lips.
He grins lazily. “Fucking kiss me, Cignette,” he says, and so, I do; I kiss him with every ounce of strength in me.
I bite, tug, and suck, and Dorran perfectly mirrors each and every one of my actions.
I touch my tongue to the roof of his mouth, and our teeth clash when he presses forward and takes my bottom lip between both of his.
My grip on his hair loosens as I rock my hips against his, and the harsh denim of his jeans brushes against the flimsy fabric of my underwear, making me ache for more.
Dorran grabs my waist and breaks the kiss. “Careful,” he tells me. “Limit your movements. Let me help you.” He thrusts his hips upward, and his hard-on rubs against my clit.
I arch my back and cry out, then whimper when Dorran sets a thorough pace of rocking his cock against my soaked underwear.
I press down on him and move against him slowly, then cup the sides of his neck and bring our faces closer – so much so that every time he pushes his hips forward and I push mine downwards, we share the same breath.
“That’s right, Little Swan,” he whispers against me. “Use me for your pleasure. Take what you want – how much you want. Ride it all out and stain that underwear for me like a good little girl.”
My nipples harden as my orgasm builds. His words spur me on, creating a heat in my belly.
“I can smell you, Cignette,” Dorran says, then licks my lower lip. “My God, I canfeelyour sweet pussy weeping for release. You want that, don’t you? You wanna come for me?”
“Yes,” I hiss. “Fuck yes.”
“Then do it,” he commands, and claims my lips in a dizzying kiss. “Come all over my jeans. Fucking mark me with your arousal.”
My clit throbs, seconds before my orgasm hits. I tip my head back and moan Dorran’s name, riding my release as he continues his movements against me.
“Look at you,” he all but rasps. “Look at you lighting up the fucking night with your beauty, Little Swan.” He grabs my ass and rubs his hardness over my sensitive pussy. “You’re so damn perfect.”
