Page 55 of Better Run
He pulls the knife back, ducks down, and licks across the cut he made. It stings and he sucks, his groan vibrating my neck. Pleasure zips down my spine.
Cole rips my leggings off. I try to scoot away. He rips my shirt off, tearing it in half. He yanks my bra away from my skin and cuts it off as well. Soon I lay naked in front of him, his body between me and the door. He adjusts his cock in his pants. I see a wet mark on his torso on the right side. No, not wet. Blood.
He sees where I’m looking. “Jayden’s little kitten has claws.” He licks his lips, and his gaze bores into me. “You can mark me anytime you like.”
My mouth drops open. He drops to his knees between my legs, knife hand going between my thighs. I stiffen.
He groans, “You’re so wet for me already. Do you like to feel afraid, little one?”
I close my eyes. I feel something hard against my clit, and I jump.
“Oh no, don’t move right now. I would hate to cut this pretty body without meaning to.”
I freeze. He has the knife to my cunt. The thought is both terrifying and heady. The cold metal rubs down my clit. I look and see he has the blunt edge against me. I can’t look away. He draws it down over me again and uses his other finger to push into my pussy. It fills me with sensation and I groan. He pulls out and spreads the juices on the blade. It glints in the low light.
“You’re…sick.” I tremble.
“You like sick.” His smile doesn’t reach his eyes. He looks devastating. He brings the knife to my lips. “Taste yourself.”
When I don’t open, he shoves the blunt end of the blade between my lips. His voice is low with warning. “Taste. Yourself.”
I stick my tongue out and touch the tip to the blunt side. Metal, blood, and my own taste coat my lips and fill my mouth.
Cole groans. With one hand, he pulls his pants down and lines himself up with my entrance. Even in the low light, he looks so big. I try to back up, but he presses the blade to my mouth in warning. He pushes the head in slowly, and I feel myself stretch around him. I moan.
“What a good girl.” He holds himself there. He shakes, holding still. Slowly, he pushes in. I’m wet, but the stretch is uncomfortable. I shift to try and accommodate him but stop when I feel the metal move against my mouth. He grins and pushes in more and more until he’s seated in me. He drops his head to my forehead. “Christ.”
My chest heaves beneath him. I feel so full around him. He waits there, also breathing heavily. I feel my hot breath fog up the knife against my lips.
Slowly, he starts moving, thrusting shallowly. Soon I don’t feel the stretch, and I feel myself get wetter.
“You feel so goddamn good. Your cunt is like heaven.” He moves the knife to my neck and lightly places it there.
His dick rubs gently on the spot inside me which makes me want to arch my back. He keeps at it, driving me crazy. He reaches his other hand down and tweaks my nipple.
I groan. He starts thrusting harder. “Fuck.” He rolls my nipple between his fingers and then bends down to suck it. I arch into him, the feeling potent.
“Such gorgeous tits.”
My pussy makes wet sounds. He easily moves in and out of me now, every thrust lightly tapping the knife on my skin, reminding me it’s there. Pleasure and fear fill me. A man with a knife who clearly gets off on pain is fucking me.
And I love it.
I reach up and rake my fingers down his shirt and chest. He stiffens. I do it hard enough to draw blood and make eye contact with him. I say between thrusts, “For your…skincare…routine.”
He laughs and grabs my neck with a huge hand, not cutting off my air, but threatening to. He brings the knife to his mouth and licks up the blade. That makes him pound harder, his face fierce.
“Play with yourself, little one. That’s your reward for being such a good girl.”
I slip my hand down my stomach, knowing I can’t fight him on this. That he’ll make me come regardless, so I may as well get as much pleasure out of it as I can. It doesn’t take long, and I feel an orgasm building. Cole tightens his hand as I tighten around his cock, and it heightens the sensations. Soon I come around him. The hand around my throat garbles my cry.
“Filthy slut. Coming on my dick like a good girl.”
His words only make me come harder. He continues to pound into me. Once I come down, I take the hand that was on my pussy and put it to my lips. I lick my fingers off, giving him a mocking look.
Cole groans and pounds harder into me. I take that hand and feel down his chest until I find the wet mark where I cut him. I dig my fingers in.
He roars, slamming into me so hard my head bounces back against the wall. I feel a second orgasm come on quickly. Cole grips my chin and spits into my mouth.
