Peering down, I nod in agreement before placing the knife down, pulling my hoodie over my head, and stepping off the bed to pull off my sweats.
“Better?” I smirk.
I watch her eyes rove down my naked body and then climb back in the bed, halting when her words from earlier replay in my mind.
‘Until this bullshit twisted bridal hunt is over, you’ll need to wear a condom.’ Ariah was adamant about no glove, no love. Even after I told her no one was sleeping with any of the other girls. Her reply was about how many fucks she didn’t give about our promises.‘A promise is a comfort to a fool,’were her words to end the discussion.
Reaching over, I grab the foil packets from my sweatpants pocket and drop them on the bed.
Ariah’s approving smile eases something in my chest. I don’t give a damn about the wants or needs of others. I’m typically single-minded in my focus untilher.It wasn’t instant. Sure, I wanted to fuck her, but the need to be anything she needed grew after seeing her at her strongest and weakest moments.
Climbing back on the bed, I position my head between her legs, spreading her open and lowering my mouth to cover her pussy.
“Shit,” she shouts as my tongue darts in and out of her before gliding up to her clit. I insert thick fingers and feel her clench around them as my tongue curls around her peak and sucks.
I alternate between pumping and twisting my fingers, trying to get her ready for me, only adding another finger when I feel her hips moving in tandem. I know she’s close when I hear her pants growing wilder and shorter. Renewed in my ministrations, I increase my pace and bite down on her clit just as she shatters— her juices leaking down my hand and the crack of her ass.
She’s ready.
Rising off the bed, I rip a condom packet off and tear the foil with my teeth. She watches me with her heated gaze as I roll it on.
Once I’m positioned over her, I ask, “Are you sure you’re ready to do this?” Everything in me hopes she doesn’t say no. My dick is so hard I feel the pre-cum in the condom.
“Please,” is her only response, and I position myself between her legs.
The crown of my cock pushes inside, her walls gripping me, preventing further progress.
My jaw tenses, easing back out. Even with all of our prepping, she’s still not ready, but the feel of her around me is better than a scream of pain as my knife slices through flesh.
“Shit, Angel, you’re so tight,” I grunt.
She answers with a gasp, her mouth half open. She looks glorious. My eyes stop on her pouty lips before moving to her full hips— the site of them spread for me makes my cock jerk. Grabbing my shaft, I push back in her slowly, working my engorged head in and out of her.
Looking up from our connected bodies, I groan, “You’re gonna let me in this tight cunt aren’t you, Angel?”
She opens her legs wider, inviting me in.
Elated with her need matching mine, I pull out and quickly reposition myself over her. Bracing myself on my forearms, my hips slowly roll forward, feeding my dick inside— shallow thrusts allowing me to work deeper. Uncertainty stalls my pushing when she hisses. I don’t want to hurt her— a feeling I’ll have to process later.
She must feel my reluctance because her hand snaps up, grabbing my face to make me look into her eyes.
“Take it,” she commands, and any hesitation I feel vanishes as I pull all the way out and thrust forward, driving deep inside her.
“Ooo-wennn,” is all I hear her shout before I slam my cock in, pulling out to see her blood coating me.
“Fuck,” I shout.
The site of her blood on my dick makes my erection pulse.
Pulling out, I slide down and cover her pussy with my mouth.
“Oh. Fuck. Shit. Holy.” Her words, garbled and stuttered as I feast.
I reach for Lola and ease her in. “I told you I’d have your virgin blood on my knife,” I groan, bringing the handle to my mouth, licking off the remainder of her blood before rising back over her and slamming in.
I hear the door creak, and I know my other surprise is here.
Without turning, I state, “You’re just in time.”
