Page 24 of Desperate Valentine

Shivers run down my spine as he stands there with a delicious grin on his face. He looks pleased with himself.

“Sawdust?” I breathe out, his lips now hovering over mine.

“Yeah, sawdust. It absorbs the blood.”

I glance over his shoulder at Charles’ body and the blood gathering on the floor beneath the table.

“That’s a lot of blood,” I whisper.

“It is.” He brings his thumb up and pulls my lower lip down. “I bet you’d look so pretty covered in his blood.”

The blood smeared on my lip should make me nauseous, but it doesn’t. Instead, I’m now in a trance, hoping Jude will just fuck me right here, against this post.

“Jude—” I moan as one of his hands wanders down between my legs, just barely grazing the outside of my panties.

“Say it again,” he groans, pushing my panties aside.

“Jude, I don’t think—”

“Then don’t. Don’t think about anything. Just let me touch you.”

“Fuccckkk…” I moan as he circles his finger around my clit.

“Atta girl.” He lets out a low growl as he sinks two fingers inside me. Just when I think it couldn’t get any better, he pulls his fingers out of me and pushes them past my lips.

I can taste a coppery combination of myself and blood. Again, my body isn’t opposed to it.

“Holy fuck, you’re perfect.” He breathes into my neck, biting gently between his words.

“M-more…I need more.” I don’t know what has come over me, but I’m craving more of the taste.

“You’re a dirty little whore, aren’t you?” He bites down hard, nearly bringing me to my knees.

“Ow! Fuck!” I cry out, bringing my hand up to where he just bit me.

Before I can say another word, he grips all of my hair, spinning me around so I have to rest my hands against the wooden pole.

“You’ll have to tell me when to stop, little leopard. I want to fucking destroy you.” He groans as he unbuckles his pants and pulls my pants down to my knees in a rush.

I feel him tease my clit with the tip of his cock before he lines up to my pussy and slides himself in slowly, his forehead resting against my back.

He starts off with slow, sensual thrusts until his pace quickens, eventually leading to him slamming into me as deep as he can go.

I shudder, losing all control, barely able to hold myself up anymore. Especially when he chooses another spot to bite down on. Only this time, it’s not painful. Instead, the sensation sends me spiraling into a whirlwind of pleasure.

“Don’t. Fucking. Stop.” I nearly growl the words, clenching my teeth together as my orgasm peaks to levels I never knew were possible.

“Listen to you, my desperate little whore.”

I’m about to let go and allow my orgasm to take over when he pulls out and slaps my ass so hard it forms tears in my eyes.

I turn around and open my mouth to scold him, but nothing comes out.

He reaches for my hair again and with the other hand on my shoulder, he pushes me down to my knees. “Let’s see more of those tears,” he moans, fisting his cock a few times before pushing himself past my lips.

Gripping my hair even tighter, he holds my head still and forces his cock down my throat. My gag reflex is practically nonexistent, which is surprising.

“Holy shit. This fucking mouth of yours.”

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