Page 56 of Dollhouse

I pull away from her, rip the t-shirt from her body and yank down her thin shorts and panties.

Sitting back on my heels, I let my eyes wander over her delicious creamy skin.

She is perfect, and as close to heaven as I can ever fucking get. If I’m not careful, I could lose myself in her.

Would that be so wrong?

Tate squeezes her thighs together, her chest rising and falling rapidly in anticipation of what’s to come.

“Spread those thighs for me, let me see just how fucking wet you are,” I growl. She obeys like the good girl she is and spreads her thighs for me, revealing her bare pink pussy that’s glistening with her wetness.

Fuck.

My cock twitches in my pants at the smell of her sweet arousal.

“Don’t ever hide yourself from me.” I place my hands on her shoulders, pushing her flat on her back, tracing my rough fingers over her smooth skin. Taking her nipples in my hands, I flick and pinch both perfectly pink pebbles, eliciting a sweet moan from her lips that goes straight to my engorged cock.

“I killed him for you because I would do anything to protect you. There isn’t a single thing that I’m not willing to do to protect you.”

Her blue eyes narrow at me, “Then why were you going to give me away to a gang?” I don’t answer her. Instead, I lower myself to her and crush my lips against hers, stealing her breath.

Tate’s hands trail over my already bare chest, taking cover at the hem of my sweatpants. She pushes them down along with my briefs, her small hands working anxiously to free my cock.

“You saved me, and yes, it turned me on so fucking much to watch that. To know that you cared so much for me that you were willing to kill,” she whispers against my lips.

I groan in pure fucking pleasure as she holds my cock in both hands while she slides her wet pussy up and down my shaft.

I need to be inside of her right fucking now. I’ve never needed anything more than the way I need to be inside of her. I don’t even need air as much as I need her.

Shifting slightly, I reach over to my nightstand and take out the black and gold pocketknife that I keep inside. Coming back to her, I hold it in front of her face, watching her eyes widen and a mischief smirk spreads on her lips. I open the knife to reveal the shiny steel blade.

“What are you going to do with that?” She’s so out of breath and trying desperately to continue rubbing against me or squeeze her thighs together to provide her some type of relief, but failing miserably.

I kick off my bottoms and move myself to sit back on my heels between her spread thighs, my cock standing proudly and pointing right at her as if it knows its way home.

“I told you, Tate, I will do anything for you. Absolutely fucking anything. You wear the invisible scars every day of what that bastard did to you. And now it’s my turn to be scarred by you.”

She’s breathless underneath me. “Rowen.” The way my name rolls off her plump red lips is enough to get me to the point of being so hard it’s fucking painful.

“I’m going to bleed for you, just like you bled because of me.” With lust darkening her eyes, she reaches up and grips my right hand that’s holding the knife. She takes me completely by surprise when she removes it from my hand and presses the blade against her flat stomach but doesn’t apply enough pressure to cut herself.

I watch frozen as Tate trails the knife over her creamy skin below her left breast, pressing deeper and dragging until beautiful crimson blood tips to the surface. The sweetest moan I’ve ever heard leaves her lips, her eyes never leaving my face.

While her blood flows down her stomach, I take the blade from her hand and press it against her left nipple, dragging it across slowly until I see a small bead of crimson.

Licking my lips, I lower my head and wrap my lips around her bleeding nipple, flicking my tongue over the peak, sucking the blood out of her.

The moment the first taste of her sweet blood hits my tongue, something snaps within me.

I’m suddenly a man starved and fucking desperate for more of her taste.

Forcing myself away from her, I trail the blade down the length of her body and press it against her clit, causing her to whimper at the contact.

Her eyes are fixated on the blade, but she doesn’t look afraid. She appears to be focused and needy for more.

Pulling back from her, I lick the knife, relishing the taste of her.

With my eyes on hers, I press the blade against my chest, slicing open the skin of my left pec. I made her bleed multiple times, and now I want to bleed for her. I want her to make me bleed.

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