Page 101 of Wolf.e
“I spent a collective thirty-five months in this nation’s longest war.” His fingers slide down my body and into my pussy without hesitation. “Your blood doesn’t scare me, little hummingbird. Besides, you’ve had your hands in mine more than once. It’s only fair,” he says as his mouth comes down on mine in a deep delicious kiss. One holds me firm, the other moves in and out of me as he pulls me closer, so we’re flush, facing each other on his bike. We’re really doing this, out here in the open, with a church service preaching to us in the distance?
“I don’t think you understand,” I pant as his mouth moves down to find one nipple then moves to the other. Tiny moans escape me as I do my best to be as quiet as possible in the open air.
“If it helps, I’ll only have it for another day or two. You might want to wait.” I suck in a breath when his teeth nip at the side of my breast. “This bike will look like a massacre took place when we’re done,” I plead in a whisper.
Gabriel chuckles, using my blood that coats his fingers as lube, wrapping his hand around his cock and stroking it. I look down at him and it does me in. I want him inside me, I don’t care where we are, I don’t care that I’m bleeding.
“Oh yeah?” Gabriel asks with a smirk, unfazed by thesight—in fact, I think he likes it. My eyes flutter closed with the way his tongue swirls against my nipple.
“Yeah, uh, ever seenKill Bill? You know that scene? Showdown at the Blue Leaves?” I warn.
“One of my favorite movies,” Gabriel whispers in a chuckle as his fingers slide back down between my thighs. I decide the moment his middle finger makes its way into my pussy that I’m done warning him. If he wants me despite the fact I’m bleeding, whatever happens is on him. Not to mention, I’m thoroughly turned on now and the idea of him inside me seems oddly soothing.
“We must show those who don’t know the way to live.” The mystery speaker’s voice from the field behind us sounds as another finger slides into me.
“Fuuck,”Gabriel groans as he looks down to his blood-soaked fingers. “The sight of your blood breathes life into me. I want every single drop of you,” he says as he pulls them from me and paints the blood and my arousal across his chest.
“It belongs to me now, just like the rest of you.” He looks down. “So fucking beautiful, Brin,” he says as I whimper.
His large hands wrap around my waist as he lifts me up, while still keeping us and his bike stable. Gabriel pulls me onto him so I’m straddling his lap. He pulls his cut over my shoulders, to stop anyone from seeing me half naked, I assume. His hands squeeze into my ass under my hiked-up skirt. In one swift movement, his hard cock begins to sink into me. My pussy tightens around him and I clench him even more than normal as he begins to slide into my wetness.
“Be brave in guiding those around us who may dabble in darkness…criminal activity…”
The words that were made just for this event sound throughthe trees as my pussy eagerly takes the depth of Gabriel’s cock and they don’t bother me like I would assume they should.
I open my eyes and look at him marked by my blood.
A ritual is happening between us. I know he feels it too as he pushes in slowly, inch by inch.
“So fucking ready for me, this cunt…fuck,” he grunts out, his brow furrowed. The only friction comes from the barbells lining his cock as my pussy welcomes him. He’s an even tighter fit than normal. He rocks me forward until his lips find mine. “Bleed for me, Brinley,” he commands into my mouth as he holds me at my waist.
My hands slide up his arms to his shoulders and my head lolls back.
We don’t speak as he continues to push into me, rocking me down onto him until he’s fully seated inside me. We both breathe out ragged moans as I meet his full depth. He gives me no time to adjust to his size, lifting me up and then driving into me again from below. My breath is a shallow pant as his hands move to my back, eagerly trailing my spine.
They slide to my breasts and Gabriel groans, squeezing them together as he takes my nipple back into his mouth and sucks in the peak.
“That’s it, wicked girl. Ride me. Fuck me until your blood and cum drip down my cock. Make a mess of meandmy bike.”
His words do me in. I begin to move my hips slowly, we both moan. He fills me so full that I know I’m ruined for all other men.
“Only with the goodness we seek can you live a happy, full, balanced life…”
The speaker bellows in the background as I ride Gabriel harder. His hands squeeze my hips under my skirt as I do.
“That’s my girl. Taking every fucking inch of me…this perfect, messy little cunt.”
“Yes…” I chant.
“You want me to fill you up until I’m dripping down your thighs?”
“Yes…”
“Your blood and my cum will be there waiting for me when I take you again,”
“Yes…” It’s all I have.
Gabriel rocks forward and leans me back, holding his bike steady by the handlebars as he fucks into me. I move with him in perfect sync, my head resting on the fuel tank as my hands come up above me to meet his, bracing myself against his forceful thrusts as my hips roll against him and the speaker’s words become our soundtrack.
