Page 64 of The Truths We Seek

"I fucking love that and I'll make sure to reward you for it." By the time his words register, he's got my legs falling over his shoulders with only my shoulder blades touching the mat, the rest of my body in mid-air as he pulls out his knife and fucks my cunt with his hungry mouth.

I'm almost there again, panting and seeking out my orgasm like a fucking wanton bitch.

I'm so lost to the wave of pleasure that's coursing through my blood—my lids tightly shut and my fingers gripping the edge of the mat—that I instantly jerk at the sting on the inside of my thigh.

My eyes pop open, my jaw dropping at the realization that he's just cut me.

"What the fuck, Meyer?" He doesn't answer right away, mirth dancing in his eye as he leans in and makes a show of his tongue licking up the wound, sending a new, tiny sting up my core.

"You said you trusted me." My eyes dart from his stare to where he's holding the blade to my thigh then back again. I'm hesitant but I don't deny him this moment, especially when he goes back to eating my pussy and distracting me with his pure talent.

I jerk again, this time half expecting it and more curious than anything as I watch him lick my thigh again before burying his tongue into my pussy again.

Why does that make me so fucking hot for him?

"What are you doing?" I was hoping my voice would be steady but my words come out in a panting mess of hormones.

"I'll show you when I’m done."

That's when I decide that I do, in fact, trust him and let myself enjoy the dance between pleasure and pain as he repeats his action twice more. The last time, he's fucking my pussy so hard and fast that my orgasm takes complete control of me and has me screaming to the ceiling in irreverent pleads for him to never stop.

"God, yes! Oh my God, Meyer!"

In an instant, Meyer drops all pretense and as soon as my orgasm subsides, I look up to see he’s ditched the sweats and has his dick in his hand—thick and hard and ready—right before he pushes my thighs against my chest and rams into me. My gasp is guttural, a force of nature pushing from my lungs as he thrusts to the hilt before stilling and taking a breath.

When our eyes meet again, he grins that psychotic-yet-fucking-gorgeous smile of his and it's so fucking contagious that I can't help mirroring it right back.

"Nothing tastes better than your cum and your blood mixed together."

My nose screws up, letting him know that sounds disgusting. Instead of trying to convince me, he brings his firm lips to mine and kisses me like I'm the whipped cream on a chocolate sundae.

Our tongues fight for dominance, which is a joke considering the only one here capable of dominating anyone is Meyer, but I like to at least try. As he devours my mouth, his hips begin to move, his thrusts starting slow then rising in a crescendo, as though he's fucking me to a beat only he can hear.

Through all of this, I realize he's right. I taste fucking fantastic. But only because it's mixed with his scent and his mouth and everything he's doing to me. Over and over again, he fucks my pussy the way he fucks my mouth: hard and passionate.

A second orgasm is calling to me as I wrap my thighs around his waist and meet him thrust for thrust, only getting hornier and hornier at the sound of skin slapping skin and my wet pussy swallowing his entire length every time he bottoms out.

It's crude and it's a primal but it's everything I need from him. He always knows what I want—no, what I need—and I'm grateful for his particular brand of psycho because every time he gives me a glimpse it only makes me better.

Meyer releases my mouth, his lips constantly touching mine as he reaches over for the knife and brings it to my neck.

"When you bleed, you bleed for me." There's a tiny prick at the base of my ear but the pain is quickly overridden as Meyer fucks me harder and harder, chasing his own orgasm, no doubt. "Your essence is my sanity."

He then licks beneath my ear and slams his mouth right back over mine and I'm a fucking goner.

I come so hard I think I pass out. There's total darkness for what feels like a second but when I come back to awareness, Meyer has his back arched, one hand on the mat the other around my neck as he releases rope after rope of his cum into my pussy, the warmth coating my insides like a soothing, erotic blanket.

When he roars out his final spurt inside me, his gaze comes right back to me and his grin spreads across his entire mouth.

Fuck, he's gorgeous. Wild yet vulnerable like this. All fucking mine, too.

"Look."

Meyer takes my knee in his palm and, without pulling out of my pussy, spreads my thighs as far as he can as I prop myself up on my elbows to see what he's showing me. I don't know where I get the strength but curiosity is a powerful motivator.

Right there, at the crease between my pussy and my inner thigh are four straight lines that make up the letter M.

"M for Meyer. M for mine."

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