Page 53 of Scarred Sacrifice
I grin, biting my bottom lip. “Make me,” I challenge. He yanks swiftly on our cuffed hands, making me stumble forward and fall to the floor. Moving quickly with his other hand, he grabs a fistful of my hair, tilting my head. With the tip of his cock millimetres from my mouth, I look up at him and smile.
“Now suck my cock like a good girl,” he pants.
“Beg me,” I counter, loving pushing him further.
His jaw tenses. “Sparky,” he grits out.
My eyes flick to his painfully hard cock, his tip covered in pre-cum, desperate for release. Luckily for him, I’m desperate for a taste. I open my mouth and run my tongue from the base to the tip, then I suck the tip of his cock into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he hisses, watching me. I look right back up at him as I take him all the way in, until he hits the back of my throat. He groans as I bob my head up and down, taking every inch of him.
I pull back when I feel him holding back. “Don’t hold back. Fuck my mouth,” I breathe before taking him back in my mouth.
He starts moving his hips, fucking my mouth. I gag and my eyes water as he takes what he needs, what his body desires.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum. I want you to swallow every last fucking drop I give you,” he pants through gritted teeth. I moan in response, taking him a little deeper. His fingers tighten their hold in my hair as he chases his release. The saltiness hits my tongue as I feel his cock pulse, exploding his release in my mouth and down my throat. I moan as I swallow every last drop. He groans through his orgasm.
I slow before releasing him from my mouth, and before I stand, I wipe my chin with the back of my hand, my gaze never leaving his. He takes a step towards me, and I take a step back. He tilts his head in question at the smile that is playing across my lips. As he steps forward again, I step back until my back hits the cold metal wall of the shed. I gasp at the feel of it against my naked body, and he grins a devilish grin.
“Where are you trying to run to? We are chained together, remember,” he says, lifting our joined wrists.
“I was merely giving you time to recuperate. No one likes a flaccid cock,” I bite back.
His eyes darken. “Are you purposefully trying to piss me off?” he seethes.
I grin. “What’s the matter? You’ve gone soft? Just because you fucked me with your mouth and I sucked you off, doesn’t mean things have changed. You are still an enemy to my club, and ninety five percent of the time I really don’t fucking like you.”
He arches his brow. “When was the five percent?” he asks playfully.
“Just now, when I was cuming all over your chin,” I retort.
A hint of a smile twitches at his lips. “Glad we know where each other stands,” he says in a low voice, caging me in with his body, his hard cock pressed between us. He moves quickly, reaching down and grabbing my behind and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as he presses his body firmly against mine, the head of his cock teasing my entrance.
With my free hand, I thread my fingers through his short dark hair and grip it firmly. I press my mouth to his, kissing him before nipping his bottom lip between my teeth, drawing blood. He hisses, breaking the kiss.
I grin. “What are you waiting for? Fuck me like you hate me,” I goad him.
A deep rumble irrupts from his chest as he slams into me. I gasp, tilting my head back as my body tries to adjust. He doesn’t give me time as he slams into me over and over again. My body slams into the metal wall with each thrust as the loud banging echoes around us.
“Fuck!” I cry out as the stinging pain begins to turn to immense pleasure, building hard and fast. We are savage. Mynails dig into him, cutting the skin as he sinks his teeth into my neck, biting hard enough that I know there will be a mark. “Harder,” I beg. Our bodies are already covered in a sheen of sweat as we savagely fuck, slamming into my body over and over.
“Fuck, you need to cum,” he grits through his teeth.
“Then don’t fucking stop!” I yell back. He doesn’t let up. Holding back his own release while making sure I get mine first, the unrelenting pace he’s fucking me with, I know I will feel it tomorrow, but right now I’m feeling pleasure like I’ve never felt before. I feel my walls begin to clamp around him as my orgasm builds.
“Fuck, I can feel you. Milk my fucking cock when you scream my fucking name,” he demands.
As if I’ve been struck by lightning, my orgasm cascades through my body. I arch my back. “Fuck, Nyx!” I scream.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he growls before slamming into me one final time as he fills me with his seed. He pants, resting his temple on my shoulder, trying to regain his breath.
“That was…” I pant. “That was...” I’m unable to form the words.
“Yeah,” Nyx agrees. I feel him place a soft kiss over the area where he bit me, and I shudder at the affectionate touch. He lifts his face to mine, his eyes searching mine before he presses a soft kiss to my lips. That kiss has me feeling something; something foreign, something that terrifies me. I clear my throat and wiggle of out his hold. He pulls out and my body is already missing the connection.
“Just to be clear, this changes nothing. We could still decide to kill you,” I state coldly.
He smirks and shakes his head. “Wouldn’t expect anything less,” he adds as he pulls up his boxers and jeans.
