“I’ll do a better job of reminding you if you tell me what it is now.”
He shifted, seemingly uncomfortable, which piqued my curiosity even more. “After your moment in the shower, I asked Slit if it was possible to still get blood from Matthew. I wasn’t sure what you were going to do with it, but it seemed like you wanted more. Anyway, he collected something for you. It’s not blood, but it was a clot, I think, that he dissolved. I don’t know, you can ask him, but I have the jar in my room. It’s smaller than the one you have now, but the contents look more like blood.”
“You did that for me?” I asked in disbelief as my heart filled with emotions without my consent.
“I didn’t like how upset you were about the blood being gone. I thought it might help. Then shit got busy, and I forgot to tell you.”
“I really shouldn’t fuck you while I’m having feelings, but I’m going to anyway.” Ripping my shirt over my head, I stalked toward him.
When I reached him, he wrapped his hand around my neck and gently squeezed. “You don’t fuck me. I fuck you.”
Yes, please. Let me make it easy for you.
I undid my jeans and shoved them down to my ankles, kicking them to the side.
Releasing my neck, he moved his hand to the back of my head and grabbed a fistful on my hair. He used his grip on my hair to turn me and bend me over an empty table in one of the grow rooms.
Faster than I thought, he got his dick out and shoved it into me, sliding in with ease, because my cunt was soaked over a bloody gift—literally.
I’m so fucked up.
Sugar pounded into me, fucking me hard and fast, but I needed just a little more. Reaching between my legs, I massaged my clit with two fingers, feeling the first tingling of an orgasm almost immediately.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he grunted, maintaining his relentless pace. Then he slapped my ass. “Fucking come, Kalani.”
I did, without an ounce of shame or awareness of how loud I was chanting, “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
Moments later, he pulled out and sprayed my left ass cheek with his warm come.
“Bloody fuck,” I sighed.
“Don’t start.”
The following morning,I woke before Sugar and decided to wake him by breathing on his cock.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he finally asked.
“I wanted to wake you by sucking your dick, but I needed consent. May I have it?”
“Yes. For that? You have my consent until I say you don’t.”
Instead of saying thank you, I leaned forward and slid my mouth down his shaft.
“Fuck yes,” he groaned.
I moved my head back and forth slowly. It didn’t take long for him to grab and handful of my hair and move my head like he wanted.
“I can feel you smiling,” he grunted.
When he noticed my ass was completely exposed as I was kneeling over him from the side, he slapped my ass and squeezed my butt cheek, shaking it a few times.
I wanted to shout with glee when I felt his fingers slide between my legs. My pussy was throbbing. He pushed two fingers inside me, and I groaned around his dick.
He tightened his grip on my hair and picked up his pace. “Keep doing that. Fuck yes. I’m gonna come.”
I hummed and swallowed, sinking down as far as I could when I felt him start to come. He held my head in place while he exploded down my throat. When he finally released me, I pulled back quickly and gasped for air.
He didn’t give me a chance to recover. He shoved me to my back and ripped my panties from my body before he dove face first between my legs. I don’t know what he was doing down there, but I’d never felt anything like it. “If that’s your tongue, I want to make a copy. Holy shit, that feels good.”
