Page 77 of Dirty Legacy

She bends into me, taking more, hands grabbing my ass. I groan, growling and purring my bliss as she sucks, gliding back. I release my root and she takes over, stroking with both hands.

“Fuck, baby.” I hold her hair and realize I’m bleeding. Blood’s getting in her pretty curls. I don’t care. I slide deeper, into her throat, before pulling her to her feet.

“Connor, please,” she begs as I turn her. “I want it.”

“I want you too.” I kiss her, leaving a smear of blood on her cheek, and press my tip against her dripping entrance. “You’re so fucking warm and pretty. God, every inch of you is like a promise. I want to stay inside you.”

“Fill me then.” She arches, grinding back. The top of me slips inside and she moans, grinning. “More, god, more.”

I let her move back, slowly taking me deep into her pussy. She looks so beautiful, my blood smeared on her face, streaked in her hair, and I smack her ass hard, a sharp whip-crack, making her scream as I fill her to the brim at the same instant. I leave a palm-shaped print on her pristine white skin, then I grip her hips, and I fuck her like I have nothing left to lose.

All I can do is fill her and whisper in her ear. I tell her she’s pretty, she feels good, she’s everything to me. I fuck her rough and stroke her pussy, gliding my hand around her clit as I slam into her from behind. She screams out, arching, begging and moaning. “Keep going, Connor, oh my fucking god!”

I grind into her sweet pussy. “You’re so fucking dripping wet, your messy cunt getting me all soaked.” I wrap my hand around her throat, smearing more blood on her. “You love this, don’t you? Getting fucked by your husband. You dirty girl.”

“More,” she pleads. “Keep going. Hold me tighter. Harder.”

I increase the pressure on her throat as I fuck her like a savage. I destroy her little body, dominate and take her, claim her as my own, and she cries out with bliss. I can hardly hold back, dancing on the knife’s edge, only the pain from my bloody palm keeping me from exploding.

But that only lasts so long. When she tells me how good my cock feels, it breaks me. “Fuck, angel, please, you need to come,” I say, losing control, and she must hear it, because she wails with pleasure.

“Yes, Connor, fuck! Fill me!”

I grind in deep and snarl. “Baby, I’m going to fucking come.”

“Oh my god, don’t stop!”

I slam into her, mindless, holding her throat still, kissing her, getting blood on my mouth as I do it, fucking her faster and deeper, until the explosion breaks me. I make mindless gasping, grunting moans against her ear as I slam and slam and slam, filling her, coming deep inside of her, and she screams out in return, her eyes rolling back. I hold her, grinding, stroking, fucking her until she collapses forward, gasping for breath.

I stand still a moment. Moonlight gleams off her. She looks like a fucking murder victim. My palm’s cut worse than I realized and it’s bleeding all over: blood on her ass, on her face, on her neck, in her hair. She smiles at me, unaware, gaze glazed with bliss.

“You look so beautiful,” I whisper, stroking hair from her face.

“Really? You think so?”

“Perfect.” Drenched in blood. Lovely as sin.

We clean up together. She notices the blood eventually and laughs about it, shaking her head. When we get back to the car, the driver watches her in the rearview mirror, looking concerned, but I tell him to get moving. She leans against my shoulder on the way back to the mansion.

“Promise me something.” I kiss her bloody hair and linger on her mouth.

“Do promises count if they’re made under duress?”

“Don’t ask the priest that question. I mean it, promise me something. I want you to swear you won’t run off like that again.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

Relief hits me. I sigh and lean back as she snuggles against my chest. “Can you promise me something in return?”

“Anything.”

“Don’t be too eager. All I want is honesty. No more doing things behind my back. No more watching me from the shadows.”

“That’s over now.”

“Good, because it was pretty creepy.”

I laugh, leaning down to kiss her again. “You didn’t even know.”