Page 65 of Bleed for Me

But he wasn’t done. He shifted down my body and lowered his face to my pussy that was probably drenched from what we’d just done. Not to mention, he’d been rubbing against me with every movement he made. He swiped his tongue along my slit, my back arching off the cool ground. My hands twisted in his hair again, a silent plea for him to keep going.

Swiping his tongue against me a few more times, he plunged it inside. A breathy moan tore from my lungs, his spell cradling me in its embrace. The only sounds were him licking me and my heavy breathing filling the air. Just when I was about to shatter, he withdrew, exchanging his mouth for his fingers. He started with one, slipping it in and out a few times, groaning when my pussy clamped down on it. Slowly, he eased in a second one and started moving them around like he was preparing me for something.

As if reading my thoughts, his eyes connected with mine. “I’m going to fuck you”

My heart flipped wildly. “What if I say no?”

He grinned maliciously. “You won’t. But even if you did, I’d still do it.”

For some reason, that didn’t bother me. Probably because I’d already expected that. I was the one who lured him here, after all. I knew he had a thing about blood, and I cut myself right in front of him, then asked him to cut me. It would have been my fault had I truly not wanted this.

Once he’d stretched me enough with his fingers, he pulled them out and tugged his shirt from his body. My eyes trailed down the ridges of his muscular build. He wasn’t as stacked as Jordan, that was for sure, but he was beautiful in his own way. His skin was void of tattoos unlike his two friends who were covered in them. He shifted as he worked his pants and boxers down his body, my eyes widening when his dick popped out.

Piercings decorated the entire length, and it was a massive length. Swallowing nervously, a new fear sprouted within my mind. Would he even fit? It already felt uncomfortable with just his fingers. Not to mention, there were also piercings on it.

He took himself into his hand and pumped it up and down a few times before shifting on top of me, his skin pressing into mine. This was already the farthest I’d gone with any guy before. His tip brushed against my folds, my heart hammering wildly in my chest.

“Spread your legs more,” he instructed.

Reluctantly, I did, bracing them over his hips as I’d done earlier. Slowly, he eased inside me. A gasp sprung from my lips, my nails already biting into his back from the pressure alone. His piercings were cold against my inner walls as he stilled, allowing me to adjust before going any further.

“Relax, little virgin. It’ll hurt less.”

My chest was moving up and down in rapid succession and I willed my breathing to calm. I’d always thought that Alex would be the one to take my virginity. But I knew that after Seven had come to my room and I allowed him to touch me, that it wouldn’t be him. I wasn’t that much of a monster. To let a guy touch me and to carry on with Alex like it had never happened.

I was pulled from my thoughts when he started pushing into me again, a whimper falling from my lips. His eyes rolled and he groaned from the sensation of feeling me wrapped around him.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he moaned, leaning down to kiss me, and I could taste myself on him. “You’re doing so good, baby. Just a little further.”

My heart fluttered with his words, my hands drifting back to his hair as he rolled his hips, moving in deeper. A sharp pain shot through my core, making my eyes water.

“It hurts,” I admitted.

He kissed me again, more hungrily this time. “It won’t for long. It’ll start feeling really good.”

His lips came back down on mine as he seated himself to the hilt, the sharp sting shooting through me, but he slipped his tongue through my lips, trying to distract me the best he could, and I was grateful for it. After a few moments, the pain slowly ebbed away, and I throbbed around him, needing more friction.

I gasped as he started to thrust, pleasure shooting through me this time instead, just like he said. A groan fell from his lips as he quickened his movements, my body jostling beneath him.

Feeling his skin pressed against me while he moved on top of me was the best feeling in the world. He was obviously experienced, his hips moving in a circular motion that hit this spot deep inside me. I couldn’t stay quiet if I tried.

He eased back so that the tip was the only thing inside of me before driving his hips forward. A cry fell from my lips as pleasure coiled around my insides.

“You like that?” he panted.

“God yes.”

He smirked and did it again, my back arching off the ground this time. His piercings rubbed against my insides, creating a secondary form of pleasure, and the sensation was almost too much. My nails dug into the back of his shoulders. If he cared that I was marking his skin, he didn’t show it.

He dropped his face into the crook of my neck, his warm breath tickling the sensitive skin there. His forearms werebraced against the ground on either side of me, as he used them for support to drive his movements.

“You’re unbelievably tight,” he grunted. “Even for a virgin.” His breath was loud in my ear as he spoke causing a shiver to tumble through me. “Every time I pull back,” he started with a pant. “Your tight cunt tugs against my piercings.”

“Is that bad?”

He laughed, the sound coming out breathy. “Fuck no.”

Instead of pounding into me like he’d been doing, he seated himself again, going as deep as possible until we were pelvis to pelvis. I fluttered around his girth, my breath coming out in short, breathy gasps.

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