Page 85 of Worth Risking It

“Wyatt, Wyatt!”

Letting her ankle go, I grabbed her waist, slammed deep, bent my spine backward, and made a noise I’d never heard before, my teeth grinding, my face scrunched with pain as I poured inside her so much, it was trickling out and sliding down her thighs with her blood.

Chastity sagged over the back of the sofa, her body completely limp. “Holy shit,” she giggled, not even attempting to move.

“Stay,” I teased with a playful slap to her ass. “Let me get some towels.”

“That’d be nice,” she laughed, her voice muted with her face in the cushions.

Jogging to my bathroom, I grabbed a couple of washcloths and soaked them with warm water. Wringing them out, I snagged a couple towels and hurried back to the living room. I dropped one of the towels to cover the few drops of blood on the floor and lowered to my knees to clean her with the cloths.

“Mm, I’ve missed Daddy so much,” she purred, her thighs still quivering.

“Yeah?” I leaned forward and kissed a nice, large, round ass cheek, gently wiping at her pussy and thighs.

She giggled and shifted her weight. “Don’t ever doubt how much I love you. You are on your knees, cleaning my snatch from my period, and I’m completely at ease with it. If that ain’t love, I don’t know what is.”

Her words sank into my brain slowly, my heartrate quickening. My movements pausing, I gazed up at her large ass and legs, realizing for the first time just how much she truly loved me. Sure, we’d said it a hundred times, but the lengths she was willing to go to be with me, literally risking her life every single day…

No one had ever cared that much about me, no one had ever been willing to put themselves in harm’s way for me either intimately or platonically. I was always the one making the risks.

I petted a cheek, a knot in my throat. “I love you so much,” I croaked.

“Hm,” she sighed, shifting her weight to stand.

I kissed her cheek, flicking my tongue out to taste her flesh. She sighed again, reaching behind to scratch her nails to my scalp. Lifting my lids, I saw her face peeking around the top of the sofa, a smile lighting up her features.

Something overcame me, something feral and raw. Growling, I buried my face between her thighs, my tongue wiggling between her lips.

She screeched and shot upward, slapping at me. “Wyatt, you can’t do that!”

The taste was a bit off putting, but not too bad that I wanted to stop. It was a tad grainy and bitter, but a lust I’d never known consumed me. Grabbing her cheeks and spreading them, I groaned and consumed her.

“Oh, god, oh god! No, no, no, no!”

After the initial shock of what I was doing, I no longer was aware of the odd taste or smell. I just knew I was eating my woman in the most animalistic, carnal manner. I was devouring her blood, making her a part of who I was. She was inside me now, mine, and I was obsessed with more.

Growling, I shook my head and shoved closer, my jaw bouncing up and down as my tongue glided everywhere.

She fell back over the sofa, her thighs parting. “Oh, god!” she moaned in a husky, baritone voice that vibrated through her body, tickling my nose. “Oh, god, eat me, Daddy. Eat that fucking cunt.”

Grunting, I smacked both cheeks and nipped at her flesh, swirling my tongue on her clit faster than ever. Within seconds, she was shivering, her screams getting louder and louder until they were ear piercing, making my eardrums buzz and ring with her orgasm, her cheeks slapping to my face she was bouncing so hard.

Gasping for air, I slowly kissed a trail up her ass as I stood, my lips smearing her blood along her back to her shoulder. Grabbing her hair, I lurched her off the sofa, slamming her into my chest. I was panting, feeling empowered and immortal.

“You’re mine, Chazzy.”

Her eyes were bulging, her complexion pale as she gazed at me over her shoulder with apprehension. “Jesus, Wyatt, what did you do?”

My lids narrowed and I bit her cheek, hard, making her whimper. Flicking my tongue out, I leisurely dragged it from her jaw to her cheekbone. Her lashes fluttered and she shook against me.

“I ate your bleeding cunt and made you a piece of my soul. Don’t you dare ever think you belong to anyone but me again.”

Whimpering, she spun around and crushed her lips to mine, hooking her arms around my neck. We stumbled against the wall where I turned us, pinning her back to it. Hoisting her legs, I wrapped them around my waist and shoved inside, fucking her violently.

After a few moments, we tumbled to the ground and rolled around like wild creatures, clawing, biting, grunting. When we erupted in unison in one of the biggest and most strained orgasms of my life, we collapsed where we were, and both passed out.

While I dreamed, I saw images of blood everywhere. Mine and Chastity’s, and even Milo’s. Tantric screams morphed into ones of pain and anguish, the red oozed everywhere, and doom ladened my chest with an ominous warning of what was soon to come.