Pushing her back slightly gives me the space I need to drop to my knees and part her legs.
“Holy fuck,” she declares. “Killa? What are you…?”
I smile into her pussy and position one of her silky legs on the bed behind me, opening her bloody cunt up to me. Flattening my tongue, I head straight for her drippinghole, swiping it all the way from the soft entrance to her clit, repeating the process stroke after stroke. The bloody tang of her juice bursts on my tongue, and I hum in ecstasy. The forbidden act shoots electricity to my balls. “Hmm, fuckin’ beautiful, Little Demon.”
Her fingers bite into my hair, pinching at my scalp with each movement. “Holy,” she moans. “Holy fuck.”
The taste of copper blended with our combined arousal sets my body ablaze. My heavy balls are desperate for release, and I hope the feeling of euphoria never leaves me.
I’ve never lapped at a woman’s bloody pussy before, but I glide my tongue through her like my life depends on it.
Not once in my life have I so much as considered fucking a woman on her period, and I doubt it’s something Cassidy has had. Yet there’s something incredibly primal about the notion, something dominant, and not just a filthy fetish I’ve discovered about myself where she is concerned. I want to consume every inch of her, so as I devour her pussy, I revel in the way her clit throbs beneath my touch and the way she rocks her hips into my face, rubbing her cunt on the scruff of my jaw.
“I think I’m gonna—” Her body tightens, her head drops back, and her lips part on a choked moan, and I swear it’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever witnessed. She comes on my tongue, her pussy pulsating around my organ, and as her body slowly unfurls, I pull back and watch her, embracing the way she comes down from her high.
I was never going to give the girl I hate pleasure—that was never part of my plan—but there’s something about her I crave to tamper with. An insatiable want to have herdependent on me, need me to function like I need her, and after having the taste of her on my tongue, I want more.
She’s bewitched me somehow, forced me to want what I shouldn’t.
The enemy, but also, my little demon.
CASSIDY
He stands abruptly, and I mentally prep myself. He’s going to push me away and leave, lash out and hurt me for taking the pleasure he previously taunted me with.
All his kindness, this transformation, is a hoax. I know the signs too well.
I’ve lived them for what feels like a lifetime.
He shocks the hell out of me as he stares at me with something akin to affection. His mouth is wet. Blood and arousal drip from his chin, and he doesn’t make a move to remove it like I expect him to. He doesn’t wipe away the remnants of my cum. Instead, he rolls his lip into his mouth, savoring the taste.
Oh, sweet Jesus, why the hell does he have to be so hot?
This is going to hurt so much more when he leaves.
“You like me licking away your mess, Cass?” he muses, and I remain dumbfounded.
Then he takes my hand in his and wraps it around his thick, hard length. My eyes widen at the size of him; I knew he was big by the bite of pain caused by him stretching me and the way I choke on his length, but tofeel it in my hand is entirely different. Unable to wrap my hand fully around his girth, insecurity zips up my spine at not being able to please him fully. As if sensing my thoughts, he grasps the nape of my neck to draw me closer. He nuzzles into me, and a flurry of goosebumps spreads over my body. Then he sinks his teeth into my skin and sucks, and I’m unable to help the moan vibrating in my throat. When he pulls back to stare at me, his eyes are heavy, drunk on the same lust I feel whenever I’m near him.
Slowly, his gaze travels down to watch my hand work him. “Feels so good, Cass,” he praises. “Your little hand wrapped around my cock.”
A flurry of excitement flows through me, and I stroke his velvety length faster and faster.
“Look at you, my dirty little demon. Look at you pleasing me. Pumping my thick cock in your little hand.” We stare at the action, and out of nowhere, confidence surges through me, and I take hold of his balls with my free hand. He hisses between his teeth as I roll them in the palm of my hand. His pierced tip jerks, shining with his pre-cum, and I itch to play with it in my mouth. “Your panties around your legs, your cunt slick with blood for me to taste.” His words send a rush of desire through my body, something I’ve been missing and now crave like a drug.
He’s my addiction and my dealer.
I push his cut, and he allows it to slip from his broad shoulders onto the bed behind him. Then I tug at his T-shirt, and he quickly removes it and drops it to the floor.
Heat radiates from his toned, tattooed body, and I itch to lick his torso, tracing over the tattoos and exploring his ridges.
“That’s a good girl,” he growls, and I thrive under his praise.
I lean forward, kissing his firm ridges, and a groan vibrates in his chest. When I glance up, his head is tipped toward the ceiling. Caressing his pec with my tongue, I make my way to the center of his chest, where I find unmarked skin to use as a canvas for my brand, then sink my teeth into his flesh.
He jolts, his muscles tense, and a ribbon of pre-cum spurts from the tip of his cock.
“Jesus, Cass.”
