Page 344 of Bad for Me

Kissing those naughty lips, I lose myself in trying to push my cock into her. She humps my fingers, and as the head dips into the wetness, I groan. Yanking my fingers out, I shove them into her mouth so I don’t have to hear her protesting not having them in her.

Thrusting my dick all the way, she screams around my fingers as I pinch both nipples and tug until her body quivers around me.

“I love you, poppet.” I don’t say it enough, but she knows. Everything I do, shit, everything I am, is for her.

Her back scratches along the tree bark, and her pupils are blown. She’s always been beautiful, but when she’s in the throes of our passion, she’s utterly breathtaking.

“I love you too. God, do I ever.”

Taking her down to the ground, I bring out my knife, and her eyes go wide. Her pussy has me in a death grip, and her nipples peak even harder.

Chuckling a sinister laugh, I run the knife down her chest and as I get to the swell of her right breasts, I knick her, and she screams out her orgasm. Fuck, it never gets old to hear her scream out my name in pleasure.

Licking the trail of blood, I suck until the wound stops giving me the nectar of her life. “You’re mine forever.”

“Yes. Mit…Mitchell, don’t stop.” She’s so greedy for me, it’s a miracle we can do anything but fuck. But the knowledge that my girl comes home to me every day is enough. She fulfills me in so many damn ways; I don’t know what I would do without her.

Thank fuck I don’t ever have to.

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