Page 26 of Wreck Me

He was licking, sucking, and biting his way down my throat then.

“Shit,” I choked, grasping his shoulders and grinding against him harder, teasing the hell out of his dick.

He pulled his mouth from ravishing my throat, then jerked down my shirt and one of the cups of my bra in the process, exposing the nipple. A dark chuckle sounded from him as a gasp escaped me. He teased the hard nub. “Mmm, begging for attention.” He ripped the knife out of the wall and flipped it expertly in his hand, grinning at my surprise as he revealed his skill to me in that one move.

Then he hovered it near my right breast, dark intensity flaring in his gaze.

My breath caught in my throat and I couldn’t look away as he teased it, coming closer and closer, just a fraction of an inch away from making contact and piercing my flesh. “But you don’t want sweet and loving attention, do you? Nah, nothing so boring and vanilla for you, right?”

He nicked my nipple, a pearl of blood leaking, making me buck back against him as the harsh sting sent a zap of need straight to my core.

He swept two fingers over the blood, then jammed them into my mouth.

He slid them along my tongue, coating it with my own blood and making me taste it.

I just reacted, losing myself to everything he was inundating me with, and swirling my tongue around his digits, the delectable mix of his skin and my blood making me moan out, my eyes roll back in my head.

He snarled, then released my thighs, putting me down.

In the next second, he stuffed my throat with his fingers, then jerked down my pants and panties to my knees with his free hand.

I spluttered as he dragged his fingers through my folds, sharp sparks of intensity firing through me.

Over and over he did it.

Up and down. Slow and sensual.

My mouth wide open and taking a throat-fucking while I was slumped against the wall, my bare pussy exposed and being tormented by his devilish fingers… it had me beside myself.

I couldn’t think.

I could barely breathe.

There was only sensation.

Only this fucked-up moment we were sharing.

I let loose, grabbing his wrist of his fingers in my mouth and forcing them deeper and harder, choking myself on them, getting off on the loss of control of it all, on the struggle, on succumbing to it, taking it all, and freaking him the fuck out at the same time, showing him just what I was made of, what he was trying to screw with.

“Jesus Christ,” he grunted. “Yeah, that’s it, let loose.”

He thrust two fingers inside me in one sudden movement.

I jolted, my mouth stilling and he wrenched his fingers free, making me choke, his eyes hooding at the sight.

Then he grasped my jaw.

Hard. Painfully.

“I wanna watch you as you shatter all over my fingers. I wanna feel how hard this tight little cunt squeezes me, demanding more.”

He twisted them inside me, forcing a cry from me, then wrenched them out and drove in to the hilt again.

A sadistic smirk twisted his lips as he had me writhing against the wall, spreading my thighs wider in desperation, humping his fucking fingers like a wild thing.

“Not enough, is it?”

“Fuck… you,” I panted.

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