Page 70 of The Blood we Crave: Part Two

I let her play, tease herself as she grinds herself into my cock. I bring my hand down onto her ass, the pale skin turning bright pink. She jolts, a soft whimper tumbling from her lips.

“I’ve never seen anything so fucking pretty.” My voice is heavy with desire as I yank her panties down her legs, letting them shackle her ankles. “You bent over, pussy dripping, begging for me to fuck you raw.”

I shove my pants down just far enough to release my cock, the thick, angry tip dripping precome onto the contours of her ass. There isn’t a force on this planet that could pull me away from her right now.

“Thatcher,” she moans, broken and pleading, like she’ll die if I don’t fuck her this second.

Wrapping my fingers around the base of my cock, I stroke myself while watching her juices stream down the insides of her thighs, that tight cunt crying for me, begging for me.

I torture myself for a little longer, bringing the tip of my dick to her slit. Dragging it up and down, I cover myself in her arousal, the glistening pink of her pussy pulling me in.

Leaning my body over hers, pressing my chest to her back, I wrap my fingers around the front of her throat. I snap at her earlobe, my hot tongue flicking at the sensitive skin there.

“Needy, cock-obsessed little whore,” I growl. My cock is forced onto the warmth of her body, making my hips jerk. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

Lyra withers against me, her hands stretched in front of her as she claws at the table. “Please, I need you,” she begs. “Please,angel.”

I sink my teeth into the junction of her neck and shoulder at her sweet voice calling me such a virtuous name. A name I have no right to own, but I swallow it down, eating it like I haven’t touched food in days.

Standing up, tired of playing with her and tormenting myself, I line my cock up with her entrance, feeling the heat of her walls the moment I squeeze into her. I slide in inch by inch until I feel myself bottom out, both of us groaning in tandem at the relief. The pressure of my fingers digging into her hip bones is enough to leave welts.

Everything is heightened, every nerve ending lit on fire. My head falls back, relishing in the feeling of her hot, slick walls hugging and contorting around me. It was like she was made for me.

Overrun by lust, I grab the knife from my slacks and trace the ridge of her spine while her pussy throbs around my length. I hold the tip of the blade just between her shoulder blades.

It’s primal, the way I dig the sharp edge into her flesh, carving the letterTinto the softness of her back. She screams, pushing her ass into me as blood seeps from the mark.

“It hurts.” She moans around the words.

“You can take it, baby. You’re doing so good for me, pretty thing.”

There is a carnal possessiveness that awakens in me at the sight of her bleeding in the shape of my initial. She’s been branded, claimed.

She’s mine. All fucking mine.

“So big,” she grumbles, holding the side of her face against the table. “So full.”

I grin in sadistic pleasure, wanting her to be so full of me she won’t be able to walk without feeling me inside of her. Drawing out all the way, I give no warning before slamming back home.

The potency of my thrust has her breath catching, a ragged groan slipping past her teeth. But she sits still like the good girl she is, staying put, just as she should.

“Is it too much, pet? Are you too full?” I coo, patronizing her as my hips pull back before driving back into her cunt.

She shakes her head. “No, no. I can take more.”

Each thrust is rougher than the last, the sound of skin slapping and heady moans growing. I look down, watching my slippery shaft impale her pussy, seeing the way she grips me like she never wants to let go.

It sets my blood on fire, and I release her hip bone, snaking my hand up her back until I get a fistful of her hair. Her body arches as I jerk her upward until my chest is flush against hers.

The sweat coating our bodies mingles together, and my warm breath is in her ear.

“You were made for my cock.” I slam into her again, feeling the ripple of her ass against my stomach. “This sweet, tight pussy was made to take every single inch.”

With my lips pressed to the dip underneath her jaw, I can feel how erratic her pulse is. Lyra is so close; I can feel her tell. The way her tight channel quivers, clamping down like a vise. My free hand goes to her front, two fingers finding her clit.

The table bangs loudly against the wall as I rub her bud in rhythm with my grueling plunge. It fuels her cries of bliss, her hips crashing back into mine, meeting every single drive.

I’m incessant, barely staggering, as my head buzzes with ecstasy. I can feel my balls tighten, my orgasm cresting up my spine.

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