She’s so fucking eager—so fucking perfect—that she does just that.
Doesn’t even peek at her breast.
As soon as I’m naked, she sits on top of me. Her pussy presses to my cock and I give her those few seconds to get off on it. I even grab her hips, thrusting her up and down my throbbing length.
My need for her is so fucking big that it’s a third entity in this bedroom. I’m consumed by her. Lost to her.
“Down,” I demand.
And Dahlia, out of all people, was made to do as I say. She crawls down my body, her nails clawing at the tops of my thighs.
I’m a sick, sadistic fuck. This isn’t enough. I need to see the pain in her eyes.
It’s an addiction. An affliction.
“Have no fucking doubt, Dahlia.” I wind a fist in her hair, dragging her face to my cock. Holding her there, right over me. “You’ll have my babies. Another day.”
“Please.”
There’s no confusion in her eyes when she looks at me. Only fire. Her nails slide down my abdomen, then resuming scratching my thighs.
“Tyler.”
“I said I loved you. And I will breed you, Dahlia. You will bear my babies.” My cock is slick with her arousal. I grab the base, aiming the tip at her seductive, pillowy lips. “Tonight, though, I’m going to own your mouth. You’re going to swallow my cum. Every drop is going down your pretty little throat.”
Her breathing grows labored the closer I bring her to my cock. Her eyelids are heavy. Lashes fluttering. Tears brim at the corners of her eyes from my relentless grip on her hair.
I shove her down on my dick. She gags and coughs, and I hold her there.
“You made a mess of my cock, little savage. Clean it up.”
A growl reverberates in her throat. Her nails tear through the bandages as she scratches my thighs with more force. She’s breaking skin. Beads of blood appear on my leg.
“Fuck, that’s it.”
I’m violating her mouth in the worst way. Harsh, quick strokes up and down my length. Causing her to choke. To cry. I don’t even care that her teeth graze me in the process. I love the pain. Relish it. I’ll take everything from her.
“Right there.” I shove her head down, smirking at the new tears streaming down her cheeks. “Suck me, little savage. Fucking suck me.”
The more of me she gets into her mouth, the more feral I become. I push her so low that her lips smash againstmy groin over and over. Her spit drips out of her mouth. Her gagging sounds are all I hear.
“Be a good girl and touch yourself.” She’s drooling, coughing. Letting me defile her. Yet asking her to masturbate is what turns her cheeks red. Goddamn adorable. “I’ll—fuck, that’s good—finish my story if you rub your sweet clit for me.”
Her death grip on my right thigh is gone. She slides her hand between her thighs, her arm moving as she strokes herself.
“I wanted to kill him myself.” This girl was a virgin last week. Now she’s here, moaning on my cock, and I promised her I’d talk. Fuck. “He was eager. Followed me to the back, where I told him his victim was waiting. He offered to tag team her as a reward.”
Dahlia’s eyebrows dip low. Jealousy looks so pretty on her.
“There’s been no one else. Ever since I became your”—motherfucker, it’s hard to talk when I’m getting blown by the most perfect girl—“legal guardian, there’s been no one. Let me finish.”
She blinks once in agreement, her lips smiling around my cock. She does it despite how ruthlessly I’m fucking her mouth. How brutal I am when I take her.
“We were in the alley. Hidden from street cameras, I went after him. Three strikes to his heart. I didn’t pull the knife out after the last hit. I slashed him down to his abdomen.” Dahlia moans louder, her lips pressing on my cock. She likes what she hears. She’s about to come again with my cock stuffing her mouth. “Had my gloves on. A baseball cap over my head. The murder weapon is locked in here, safe. That’s the story.”
Later, she’ll tell me howshedoes it. Later.
At the present moment, she’s coming. Her screams of pleasure make her choke harder on my cock. Gag louder. Her body quivers, and the tears keep coming. Keep rolling like pearly diamonds down her cheeks.