Page 45 of Along for the Ride

I ball her shirt in my fist and use it for leverage as I sit up and fuck her harder. Her tits wiggle beneath the raised hem with every thrust, and I’m mesmerized by the cut above her left breast. The only thing that draws my attention away is a bubble of blood that swells on her lower lip because she’s bitten it hard enough to break the skin. All of that to hold back the sounds of pleasure. So fucking defiant.

“Give me your mouth.”

“No,” she says. She reaches up to wipe the blood away, but I grip her wrist and pin it to the ground.

“Then I’ll take it.” I lean over her, open my mouth, and absorb the crimson droplet with my tongue. The sweet metallic taste bathes my brain in ecstasy.

But it’s not enough.

I snatch the knife from my belt and cut a shallow line along her collarbone. Blood springs into the channel and ignites a fuse inside me. Ignoring her subtle protest, I drop my mouth to her porcelain skin and suck her life force into me. A line of blood drips toward her shirt collar, but I stop it with my tongue. I fist her hair and whip her head back until her mouth parts from the strain on her neck.

“Taste what I taste,” I say.

Before she can register what’s happening, I spit at her parted lips. It hits her mouth and some of it dribbles out the side. I lean over and lick up the remnants with a deep groan, grazing her lower lip before leaning in and kissing her as hard as I can. I’ve never kissed anyone like this, and the way our breaths become one makes me dizzy.

Fucking weird.

I rip my mouth away from hers and bury whatever I just felt inside her cunt. I spread my knees, grab her by the back of her neck, and pound into her with deep, fast thrusts that finally force a moan out of her.

“Admit you like when I fuck you. How I take you. Use you. Admit that your sweet little cunt is clenching around me.”

“No,” she says. “I hate you.”

“Fine, I’ll make you love me.” I pull out of her but keep hold of her neck as I drop my other hand between her legs. Pushing three fingers inside her, I fuck her with more force than I can with my cock. As I pull her curved abdomen into me, putting all the pressure I need on her lower belly, she gushes on my fingers and saturates the grass. A feral moan pours from her gut, and I bite my lip.

As soon as she takes a breath, I pound her cunt with a relentless barrage that leaves her whimpering and moaning. The sinful tone makes my dick twitch against her thigh. She squirts again, coating the front of my jeans. As soon as her come splashes onto the fabric, I know Gentry will be pissed.

“Jesus,” she whimpers as I pull my hand from her. It makes me the slightest bit proud that her frigid ass warmed right up with my hand inside her.

“If you were afraid of my piercings in your cunt, wait till you feel them in your throat,” I say as I rise to my feet and pull her onto her knees.

“I thought you said one hole,” she pants.

“I’m a liar.”

She settles heavily in front of me, like she doesn’t want to be there. Which is fine. I don’t need her to be enthusiastic.

“Make the sign of the cross,” I say, “but with your tongue.”

“I’m not—”

I grip the back of her head and bring her mouth to the head of my dick. “Now,” I command.

She looks up at me before she touches the top ball with the tip of her tongue. “In the name of the Father.” She goes for the underside of my dick. “And of the Son.” Her tongue moves from the left ball to the right. “And of the Holy Spirit.”

I shove my dick into her mouth and complete the prayer. “A-fucking-men.”

I keep hold of her chin as I push to the back of her throat. The metal balls clack against her teeth, but I know to be careful. I’m not stupid. If I break Gentry’s toy, he’ll break me.

“I’m going to come,” I growl, feeling the sudden tightness in my balls. “When I fill your mouth, do not fucking swallow.” I pull my hips back a bit, wanting my come to pool around her tongue instead of slipping down her throat. With a feral groan I don’t recognize, I unload inside her mouth before easing out. “Now show me what I gave you.”

She sits back on her heels and slowly parts her lips. Her throat tightens. She better not throw up so close to a crime scene.

“Tongue out.”

She sticks out her tongue, but her chest lurches forward with another violent heave.

“Fine, come give me what you don’t want.”

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