Page 22 of Karma

“After I fuck you.”

I draw my hips back, tracing her slit until I know I’m right against her entrance. I push my hips upward, and her pussyenvelops me. She wraps around me so fucking tightly that I release a raspy groan. It’s as if all her hatred for me is squeezing and strangling my dick.

There’s a flicker of pleasure on her face before she becomes as steely as the blade at my neck.

“I should kill you,” she says, moving herself on my lap. She rises and comes down on me, using me and selfishly rocking her hips. My piercings disappear inside her.

“Cut my throat, karma. Bathe yourself in my blood as you fuck yourself with my cock.”

Did I just say that? Absolutely. Did I mean it? Without a doubt.

She leans back, taking the knife from my throat and putting it between her legs, right against my hard flesh.

“What if I sever your dick while it’s still inside me?”

“You’re crazy, but you’re not dumb, baby. You want the blood right where it is, filling my cock so I can keep you stuffed.”

“Don’t call me crazy,” she says, still moving on my lap. She cuts into me, and I bite my lip to keep from screaming out. Warm blood trickles down and nestles in the pool of my pelvis.

Why does this girl insist on mutilating my genitals? And why doesn’t it make my dick recede into my body in fear for its life?

I guess we’re both a little crazy.

Allister eases down my length, putting pressure on the cut with the walls of her pussy. She uses my blood as lubricant, and no amount of pain could keep me from enjoying that sight. Each downward movement gathers more and more scarlet liquid until she’s covered in it.

I roll her onto her back. Judging by the way she grits her teeth, she hates losing the control, and being beneath me is clearly beneath her.

“Listen to me,” I say. “Hate me all you want, but don’t let that keep you from coming on my dick. You don’t have to like me to get the release you so desperately need.”

“Fuck you!” she screams, and the tone wrestles with pleasure as I pin her arms above her head. The knife remains in her clenched fist.

My dick hurts. My balls ache. And yet I hammer her the way I know that fucker never has. A woman like her doesn’t go feral if she’s getting dicked-down the way she needs. It’s also easy to forget the pain when she moans.

“Play with yourself,” I say, releasing one of her hands.

She reaches over and grabs the knife, and I think this is it, that she’s going to cut my throat and bathe in my blood, but she brings the blade to her mouth and runs her tongue up the shining edge. She clasps it between her teeth before dropping her hand to rub herself. She’s so wet and bloody.

Who knew karma could be so unhinged?

She tightens on me as she rubs quick circles around her clit. Her lips spread, and she whimpers, exposing red-tinged teeth still clamped on the knife. It almost feels like a test. As if she’s wondering if I’ll take the opportunity to turn the tables and put that blade against her pretty throat.

She comes around me, her back arching beautifully as her chest lifts into mine. I grab the knife from her, wrapping my hand around the handle as I tug it from her mouth. The look of fear momentarily blips across her face, but she relaxes as I run the blade across her breasts.

Then I look karma dead in the eyes as I fuck and fill her.

I stay in her for a moment, savoring the feeling of her before I pull out. We’re a bloody mess, and yet I drag the blade down her body until it lands between her legs. I stuff the handle inside her, and red-tinged come rises up as I fuck her with it until she’s screaming.

“Knox,” she says on the next moan.

I bury my face between her legs. The tip of the knife rakes against my shoulder as I devour her bloody, come-coated clit. The salty, metallic taste assaults my tongue, but I can think of nothing more I want to fill my belly with. I eat her while thrusting the knife in and out of her until she’s dripping all the remnants of our pleasure onto the floor.

My tongue curls around her clit before flicking and sucking on her. Her moans rise and intensify, growing with every thrust of the knife and lash of my tongue.

“Come again, karma. Coat my chin, and I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

Steam follows me out of the bathroom after my shower. When I walk into the bedroom, Knox has his giant rabbit draped across his lap. I never thought I’d find such a thing sexy, but here we are. His messy hair shakes as he leans over to worship that creature. I can’t tell what he’s saying, but it’s clearly full of the sort of love I haven’t felt in a long time.

“He tried to eat your boyfriend,” he says, so nonchalantly.

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