Page 2 of Bleed With Me
“Your daddy promised me a virgin cunt. Come on baby. Let me feel you bleed for me,” he purrs in my ear, causing bile to rush up my throat.
“Get away from me,” I spit as his hands grip my hips, pulling me back against him forcing me to feel his cock through his jeans. He licks up my neck to my ear and I try pulling away but he digs his fingertips into me harder.
“I bet your blood is bright red ‘Mmm’, I want to taste it after I split you into two,” he growls and I slam my head back into his nose, causing him to let go of my hips and immediately cup his face. “You fucking bitch,” he snarls but it comes out muffled through his hand. He lunges for me but I spin out of the way and reach formy knife in my ankle holster. Just as I unbuckle the strap, cold metal is pressed against my head.
“Your secret is safe with me,—”
Bang…
I’m jolted awake and I sit up in my bed with sweat dripping down my face. My head spins and my stomach flips. I drank way too much last night. Fucking christ.
“Come back to bed babe, it’s too early.” Dillon groans and I roll my eyes. How the fuck did he end up in my bed? Last night was supposed to be my farewell party and me breaking up with him, so how did we get here? Fuck!
Ignoring him, I climb out of my bed and grab a shower. I feel disgusting. The amount of alcohol seeping from my pores is out of control. I need to somehow get him out of here because I have the last session at Carlo’s to finish my wings and I need that shit done, before I venture out tomorrow morning.
After getting cleaned up; I come out of the bathroom, Dillon is sitting up with his dick in his fist, pumping it slowly.
“Really?” I ask with a raised brow.
“Come here, use your mouth one last time Liv, we don’t know when we will see each other next.” He pouts, like a child causing me to huff.
“Will you leave after? I’ve got things to do!” I ask, with annoyance dripping from my lips.
“Yes, Ol’ wicked one. I’ll leave.” He winks, so I drop my towel and crawl up the bed and between his legs. Taking him roughly into my mouth, I suck him down my throat, pulling back and swirling my tongue around the tip as his legs tremble and chest heaves. “Fuck, shit Liv, I’m going to cum already,” He groans and I pull at his balls and he shouts my name while cumming down my throat. I swallow and pull off him with a pop. He takes a deep breath and looks at me with a grin. “I’m going to miss that mouth, baby.” and I roll my eyes.
“Yeah, sure whatever you say. I’ll be replaced before the end of the night.” I tell him as I climb off the bed but he grips my wrist hauling me onto him. He slips his hand between my thighs, sinking his fingers into me. This is the only thing he’s good at. He can’t eat pussy for shit and he cums too quickly for me. But his fingers are delectable.
“Don’t be like that baby, you know it’s you and me against the world. Just like we planned,” he whispers as his thumb grazes my clit, while his other fingers curl inside me. I moan when he takes a nipple into his mouth, biting down on the hardened peak causing me to bounce on his fingers as they pump inside me.
“I-I’m not sure h-how long I’ll be gone f-for. Don’t wait for me.” I whimper as he picks up the pace.
“I’ll be here when you get back,” he smirks, as my hips move erratically. I’m so fucking close.
“What—Fuckkk—what if I don’t come back Dillon?” I growl, rolling my hips as his thumb toys with my clit.
“You’ll be back. Don’t worry about that. I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers, kissing down my cheek and neck.
“Fuckk, Dillon. Apply more pressure. I’m so fucking close.” I whine.
“Then say it Liviana. You’re mine and when you come back I’ll be waiting.” he breathes, licking the shell of my ear, curling his fingers and applying pressure with his thumb against my clit.
“Oh, god. I’m going to cum,” I yell, as I tighten around his fingers and whimper as I cum on his fingers and hand.
“Mmm, that’s my good girl.” he groans, removing his fingers and sliding them into his mouth. “Tasty as always.” I roll my eyes, and take a few breaths as I climb off of him. Walking to my dresser, I get dressed then turn to look at him with a raised brow but the pounding on my door, and my father’s voice echoing through the wood has Dillon moving faster than normal. Him and my father despise one another to the point where daddy dearest has threatened him at gunpoint.
“See ya Peach,” Dillon winks, then climbs out of my window just as the door swings open. I cover my half naked form, as spittle flies from my fathers mouth.
“Thank god you are leaving this house. That boy is no good. How many times do I need to tell you.” he yells, coming into my space as I try to put a shirt on but he grabs me by the hair, pulling me away from my dresser and throwing me to the ground. “I see you’re still spreading your legs like a slut!” He spits, rearing his hand back and slapping me across the face.My head whips to the side and I cry out but he grips my face, digging his fingers tips into my cheeks. “I’m happy to get rid of you, too bad I can’t get rid of your useless mother.” he growls, letting me go and leaving my room without another word.
Drunk. That’s what he is. A fucking alcoholic piece of shit. Ever since my brother died years ago, my father has never been the same and all I do is disappoint him. Guess that makes two of us Pops.
Getting up from the ground, I get dressed and finish packing. When I walk out of here, it will be the last time I see this room until who knows when. A lone tear falls down my eye and I wipe it quickly, then I put my game face on because it’s time for some ink therapy. Because come tomorrow, I start my new life.
Short Stacks & Fountain Pens
Hayes
One day later…
