He lifts my legs and places one on each shoulder. Lazily, he plants his lips on my burning skin, kissing away the pain. He draws small circles with his tongue between kisses, and as he moves closer to my center, the ache fades into background noise. No longer caring about whatever he drew into me, I’m solely focused on the pleasure that’s nearing.
His hands slide over my hips, slathering me in scarlet, my own personal anointment before he desecrates me. The blood slicks his hands, and he glides over my stomach, slowly, toward my breasts. My nipples peek in anticipation. I let out a deep sigh as his mouth finds my drenched core. I clench my thighs, keeping him in place, my pussy no longer the only slippery body part.
Ruby spills all over him as I desperately smother him. His fingers find my hardened buds and pull them taut, as histongue lashes out against my clitoris. I let out a whimpering cry in delight. He traces a wet path down to my core and penetrates me. The sensation of the wet warmth that enters me makes my vaginal walls clench, and my fingers grasp the sheets tightly. He lets go of my breasts, his hands gliding over my abdomen, leaving a fresh trail of silken blood. Crusts of dried-up crimson lather my skin as if I’m covered in tiny scabs. He pushes my legs up, then wider, opening me up for him, and he pushes his tongue deeper. I moan loudly, my hands find my tits, and I massage my sensitive flesh. I dip one finger in my mouth and suck off the red essence, the flavor all too familiar. It’s us.
A finger enters my soaked slit, and his mouth returns to my clitoris, softly sucking on it. My eyes roll in the back of my skull as my core hums in pleasure. Lost in delirium, he increases his pacing, adding another finger, and he curls them slightly, hitting the right spot. My spine curves as I feel the orgasm build. The intensity makes me want to back away, but he grabs my leg, holding me in place.
The sensation is overwhelming, and despite my effort to defy it, the moment I relax, it crashes over me. There’s no escaping as it unfolds, reaching every inch of my body. Oxygen is taken from my lungs as I moan loudly, drowning in a tsunami of pleasure. As I ride out the intoxicating moment, Jasper slows down his pacing, his fingers sliding in and out of me with ease.
As my breathing calms, he gently lets his tongue explore my labia, licking up my juices, and I relish this different kind of indulgence. I stretch my back and spread my toes as he continues to satisfy me without hurry.
He teases me with his fingers, drawing circles around my still-throbbing clit. The moment he presses on it, my body responds. His mouth is on it in a second, and I feel him grin as he grazes my nub with his teeth. I suck in a breath at the shift in sensation and close my eyes, letting him corrupt me for thesecond time. It comes at a slower pace, more deliberate, more intense, as he works me relentlessly. I feel the pulse between my legs increase until I am unable to deny myself any longer. Bliss spreads itself throughout my limbs all the way to my fingertips, and I moan and whimper in contentment. Again, he takes his time, letting me return to a less hazy state.
I beckon him, and he climbs on top of me. I reach for his cock, but he swats my hand away.
“Always so impatient, Starling,” he says with a mischievous grin. I give him a shy smile. All I want is for him to thrust into me, to ravage me until my pussy is so sore, I won’t be able to walk normally tomorrow. He lies down, and feeling his hard member pressed against my drenched pussy, drives me into a mental state of madness.
“I need you,” I whisper.
“I know,” he says.
His lips find mine in a bruising kiss, our tongues fighting for dominance, an intimate dance we both want to lead. He wants me to submit, while I want to seduce him to surrender. My nails find their way in his flesh, and he fists my hair. Consensual pain will elevate the pleasure. He groans as my nails rupture his skin, and I let out a soft squeal as he pulls roughly in response.
He breaks our kiss, my lower lip between his teeth as he bites, his teeth sharp against my soft flesh. I writhe underneath him, in hopes his tip will slip between my folds. He lets go of my lip and leans in. His mouth near my ear.
“In a second, I’m going to flip you on your stomach, pull your ass in the air, and impale you on my cock as I press your face into the mattress. I’m going to fuck you so hard, you will still feel the imprint of my dick in that wet cunt of yours with every step you’ll take. I hope you’re ready, and if not, I don’t care, because I no longer have the strength to defy you.”
Keeping true to his word, he flips me over, and I let out an excited yelp. His fingers dig into my hips as he lifts my lower body, forcing me to my knees. I feel exposed, but my arousal drips down my thighs. There’s no nudge, no tease at my entrance. With one firm thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, and I cry out at the intrusion I’ve been waiting on so eagerly.
“Oh God,” I scream.
He pins down my neck.
“The only name that will spill from those pretty lips is mine, Starling. I promise you, I won’t be your God tonight. I’ll be your worst nightmare, and you’ll love every second of it.”
A sting spreads across my ass as his hand lands firmly on it. I let out a choked breath, as I do my best to manage my ragged breathing.
“Jasper!” I mewl as he drags back his cock, and slams back into me.
“That’s it. Scream my name for me, pretty girl.”
His skin slaps against mine, and again his hand connects with my flesh.
“Louder, Starling,” he growls.
My skin burns from the impact, but my mind doesn’t have time to process it properly, as he fucks me with a hunger I am unable to ignore. The intensity of the pleasure is what makes it bearable, despite the sharpness. It’s our love wrapped in heat and obsession, pure and consuming. The moment he entered me, all I could do was submit to the dark indulgence that is him, and he knows it.
He fucks me with savage rawness. The pain he inflicts is the embodiment of the nightmare he promised me. Not my God, but my holy obsession. He has my eternal devotion as I cry out his name again, after another burning lash from his hand.
His fingers are firmly wrapped around my neck, holding me in place. Drool escapes from my mouth as I moan.
“I love seeing you ruined like this as you take my cock like a good girl,” he praises.
My pussy clamps down on his cock, sucking him back in with each retreat, as if my body is unable to accept the emptiness he leaves behind. As he thrusts into my throbbing slit, fresh heat starts to bloom, and this time, I don’t fight it. My body relaxes as he keeps on pounding into me with force. I let the rhythm expand the ecstasy that’s finding its way. My toes curl as the orgasm explodes.
Jasper’s breathing grows heavier, the sound of our slapping bodies becoming more urgent. I know he’s nearing his own moment of release, and he won’t be able to hold it much longer. His movements grow more restrained as he does his best to keep going. After a few more thrusts, his body stills as he comes undone, filling me to the brim with his seed. I’ll never tire of him marking me with his claim.
Carefully, he caresses my sore ass.
