Her brows draw together, a scowl forming on her face.
“I made you bleed. I tasted you. I want you to be able to experience things the way I experience them. See it through my eyes,” I say, pushing my finger into her mouth a bit, but not forcing it. “You bleed, I bleed. I taste, you taste.”
“Why?” she says. “Why do you want me to be like you?”
“I don’t want you to. I want you to experience before you judge, and I want to give you a chance to do the same thing to me as I do to you, so it’s equal. So you’ll learn to trust me again.”
She closes her eyes, sighing.
Then she parts her lips. A thin smile forms on my lips as I let my finger slide into her mouth and feel her tongue wrap around it. When she starts sucking, I almost come undone right there. I groan as her tongue swivels across my finger, suckling up my blood. This is so sexy; I can barely stop myself from taking out my cock and stuffing it in her mouth instead. But I won’t. Not today. Today I will make her smile again.
Slowly, my finger eases out of her mouth, swiping up with the curve of her lips, forming a gentle smile. I yearn to appreciate that smile. Live to see her beauty reborn.
“My little fairy,” I say, leaning over to kiss her.
I taste my own blood in her mouth and taste her delicious lust from her tongue searching for mine. I give her everything I have in me. Every bit of my soul that I have left I give to her. Even if she refuses me, I will give her whatever is left of me.
As my tongue swivels around hers, my fingers find their way back to her pussy, sliding through her wetness, wanting to make her come again. Lost in the moment with her, kissing her like there’s no tomorrow, I bring her to the edge again. I ache to see that look on her face, the moment she falls apart in my hands, and I claim it as mine. Her scrunched-up face of ecstasy is a cure for my wounded soul.
“Yes … give it to me,” I say.
She comes while kissing me. Moans fill my mouth, her body quivering from the convulsions. Her body scorches me, sweat dripping from my forehead as I keep going, unable to stop myself from wanting more. More. It’s not enough. Her flush isn’t red enough, her lips aren’t swollen enough, her pussy isn’t sated enough. So I keep flicking her nub, keep sliding my fingers into her, filling her with my need. She comes and comes, two, three, four times, maybe even five. I’ve lost count, but I’ve not lost the will to go on until she’s satisfied. Until she’s given me everything. Her body, her soul, her mind. And even her heart.
“Stop …” she murmurs.
I lick her skin, letting my tongue slide down her neck so I can bite her shoulder again. She moans when I sink my teeth into her flesh.
“Do you not like it?” I ask between nibbles.
“Yes …but …”
My cock bounces up and down from that word. God, yes, how many times have I’ve longed for that word to spill from her lips. Yes.
“It’s too good,” she says, groaning.
“Hmmm …” I grin. “Time to make it even better then.”
I lean up and rip down my zipper, taking out my cock. She slams her mouth shut when she feels me probe her entrance with it.
“No …”
“Don’t tell me that you don’t want this. After all those orgasms, your body is so ready for me,” I say with a low voice, the desire to fuck her taking over.
“It’s wrong,” she says.
“Wrong only makes it good, little fairy,” I muse, swiping my cock up and down her pussy, coating it with her wetness. “Let me pleasure you more.”
I slowly ease myself into her, giving her time to adjust to the plug in her ass and me together. Her mouth is wide open as I push myself in until the base. I groan from the delicious pressure squeezing my cock. Then I start moving. Sensual, slow strokes rocking back and forth between her legs. I watch my cock dip in and out of her pussy—a deep, animalistic need dominating my every thrust.
“How does it feel?” I ask, rolling my hips back and forth.
She makes a face but bites her lip, too, a sign to me that she’s enjoying herself. “Tell me.”
“Full,” she says.
I smack her tit and she yelps. “Not good enough.”
“What do you want me to say? That it hurts?” she yells.
“Yes, tell me everything you feel, what you think, what you want,” I say, thrusting hard. “Tell me fucking everything.”
Each word is another thrust. A tear forms in the corner of her eye, but she blinks it away. I pinch her nipple and tug her closer, bringing her as far as she can go with the restraints on her wrists. She cries out in pain, but I know it’s from arousal, too. Her pussy is clamping all around my cock. Love it.