His chest was beautifully tattooed, taut flesh firm against my palms. Three skulls morphed into each other, a desolate tribal scene, marking out the ribs under his skin. The others were more abstract, slashes of colour in vicious lines down either side of his body. The designs met under his belly button, and fanned out to the toned V of his hips. I felt plain next to his colourful skin, really fucking plain.
When the beautiful savage clamped his sweet mouth onto mine his kiss was wet, messy, clumsy teeth bashing into mine. But it didn’t matter. It was real. His tongue was so fucking hungry, plundering my mouth without mercy.
When he pulled away he was puffy-lipped, voice raspy. “Ain’t no posh guy. Ain’t got no fancy toys. Only me.”
“I don’t want posh,” I hissed.
He brushed my bottom lip with his thumb. “Gonna feel so fucking good to tear you down.”
I gasped at his words. His tongue was hot against my cheek, slavering over my face. He moved his way down, coating my skin with the slick sheen of his spit, right the way down my neck. His teeth nipped, and I squirmed, arching my back as he sunk a bite into the soft flesh of my collarbone.
“Ow... Jesus...”
He yanked my head back, angling my chest up to him, vicious kisses heading down. “Gonna mark you. I like doing that.”
He opened his mouth wide, sucking in as much of my breast as would fit. He looked so fucking hot there, dark eyes sharp as daggers as he slavered on me. I loved the way he sounded, his low grunts of pleasure. I tangled my fingers in his hair, coaxing.
“Please, harder...”
His teeth took my breath, clamping so hard the room began to spin. I held tight, for balance, soft expletives on my lips with no air to birth them. His fingers fucked me as he bit down harder, pistoning in and out in brutal rhythm. I squirmed into the lovely pain, flashes of light behind my eyes.
His teeth left deep red imprints in my skin. I ran my fingers over the grooves as the pain subsided, but he didn’t leave me any reprieve, resuming his attack. I spread my legs, a part of me hoping he’d do a Roger and tear me open while I screamed.
Callum’s eyes were glazed, lips swollen from sucking. “Your tits mark so pretty,” he groaned. “Need to own your cunt now, mark you as mine.”
My clit sparked as he pushed me back towards the bed.
“Don’t need no chains,” he growled. “You ain’t gonna fight me.”
He positioned himself between my legs, thumb brushing the thin line of hair I’d left there. He pulled my pussy lips apart so wide I flinched, closing my eyes at his scrutiny.
“Pretty cunt.” He smiled at me. “Big lips. I like that.”
He pressed his thumb against my clit, and I was already halfway there, fisting the bed sheets on impact. His teeth made me squirm; branding me with dark purple kisses, a chain of love bites across my thighs. I drifted for an age, writhing under his mouth as he finished his masterpiece.
“One left,” he promised. “Crown jewel. Gonna hurt.”
He kissed my pussy hard, tongue flat and wet against my clit, jerky movements until I was well on my way.
“Yes...” I hissed. “I want it... I need it. I so fucking need it…”
When his teeth clenched I howled the room down, shock and pain jolting me upright, but he was ready, arms prepared to slam me down. His hands reached up to clasp mine, mouth still latched on to my throbbing cunt. He stretched my lips as he pulled away, tender flesh held fast in his teeth. It hurt like fucking sin, and once he let go I strained for view, expecting blood and strings of torn flesh.
There was none, just hot, pulsing swelling. I groaned as I touched myself, checking for serious injury.
“Never been with a biter before, not like this.”
“Wanted to hurt you, where he’s been. Wanted you to feel me instead.”
He crawled up the bed to me, and I was ready, reaching for him. Fingers frantic on his jeans. “Fuck me,” I hissed. “Fuck him out of me. Please…” I pushed his jeans down and his cock sprang to attention: long, thick, and hard as hell.
He groaned at the grip of my hand on his cock. I looked up at the dresser, wriggled until I could reach a rubber. We tore the packet and slid it on between us, clammy hands desperate and clumsy. He was so big and veined, with a dark tangled mess of pubes around the base of him. His tattoos went all the way down, stopping just shy of his gorgeous cock.
He took my wrists, pinned them high above my head.
Then he fucked me.
Dirty.
Bad.
Savage.
Grunting and hissing and slavering at my mouth. His eyes in mine, dark as night, and vicious, really vicious. He made it hurt. Good hurt. Sore clit burning so hot as he slammed into me. He raised himself before he came, changing angle enough to grind my g-spot. Jesus he knew what he was doing. I arched myself, matching his grunts, jerking under him.