Chapter 39
Poison
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I peck a kiss on her plump lips as Anita hesitates, confused. She heard me correct.
I back away, completely removing my shirt and tossing it away. “What? Too much for you in one night?”
She blinks. “I mean—”
Another sick grin plays on my lips, and I take a step toward her; she falters back toward the expansive window. “You think you’re going to draw blood from me and not clean it up. You know me better than that, my little snake.”
Her back is now pressed to the glass, and she narrows her eyes in challenge. “It's not a problem.”
She drops the dagger. The metal clanks beside my shoe as the gravity of my demand sends her mind into a dark spiral.
Pushing me back only a little, without any hesitation, she dips her head to the wound, her tongue draws out, catching the droplet of crimson rolling to my nipple. I bite down on my lip again, the pre-cum still dripping out, so I wrap my hand around my dick and begin to stroke it painfully slow.
My breath shudders from the sensations rushing through me.
“All of it. Every drop.” I growl, using my other hand to reach up and tug on her messy bun that’s out of control from me grabbing it.
Anita runs her tongue slowly over the slice again, stealing another breathy pant from me. She looks so sexy, cleaning up every drop of my blood. Fuck.
I managed to untie her hair, letting her hair drop below her shoulders. It’s not curly how I prefer, but I still love it. So, I take a chunk of it, my fingers reveling in the thickness and texture. I dip my head down to inhale her scent like it's my own quality perfume.
She flattens her tongue to gather another bloody drop, then she goes lower and lower. I step back a little more to give her room between me and the glass. My heart picks up in an intense speed.
She's down on her knees with my dick erect and throbbing right before her. Her eyes land back on me through her lashes, letting me know exactly what she wants.
My heart knocks like a hard pound on a wood door as she watches me with my blood smeared on her lips. I grin down at her hungrily. “Do as you please.”
Anita parts her lips and inches her way to my leaking head. “Yes, Poison,” she whispers.
My mouth waters at her submission. I thread my fingers back through her hair to hold her in place.
The clear cream glistens at the tip until she sticks her tongue out, licking over it seductively. My jaw falls slack from the tingle coursing up my spine as her lips glide over the head of my dick, adding a gentle suck while twirling her tongue over the sensitive part.
“Fuck.” I groan with a sharp inhale. “Put your hands behind your back and don’t let go. If you do, I'll fuck your mouth until you can no longer speak,” I warn with a groan.
She whimpers, but still clasps her hands together, and as she does that, I guide my dick deeper into her mouth. She sucks a breath into her nose, her eyes spreading in alarm. I don’t stop until the tip of my dick touches the back of her fucking throat.
She makes me so damn feral that it almost makes me frustrated; I’m turning into this man I won’t even know when I look in the mirror. Getting these feelings I’ve never planned to touch. But now...
My eyes roll back as more sensations gather in my belly, tingling down to my toes and straight to my chest. A harsh breath escapes as I continue gazing down at her and she up at me, her throat full of my cock, tears filling her eyelids from her clogged pipes. I can tell she wants to pull my thighs back from the way her brow dips and her shoulders flex.
I pant and use my other hand to stroke her cheek. Enjoying the sight of her choking on me.
“You’re such a bad girl. Taking me so well and swallowing all of me,” I say in a breathy moan.
I pull my hips back slowly, guiding her head away, too, so I can give her time to breathe and myself some time before I explode from her just looking at me.
I look at my dick to see the blood that she cleaned from me smearing along the base and to her puckered lips. Right then, my senses go haywire.
Dammit, I can’t hold back . With one hand fisting her hair, I slam the other on the glass to brace myself, and my brows furrow deep as I thrust back into her mouth. I pump in and out, continuing at a cruel pace, but making sure I’m not pushing too much for my own control, or I’ll come in two minutes. Even when pleasure is running all through every nerve and muscle of my body.
Fuck, her mouth is so good and slick that I never want her to stop. I want her mouth glued to my dick for life. My heart thumps rapidly against my ribs with each thrust, unwarranted moans filling the room like a cloud, and that's when I realize it's coming from me.
“Uuuh. fuck.” A slur of guttural groans spill with no restraint. Maybe it's because I haven't had my dick sucked in a while, or because her mouth was made from the damn divine itself.
My breath becomes choppy, and my toes clench in my shoes as the buildup heightens in my balls with an immense amount of blood. My head tips back deliriously, my body feeling with happy sensations that's a better experience than killing someone.
I grit my teeth and look back at her. So much saliva drips from her mouth and soaks my balls, her eyes glazed, the black makeup destroyed from her tears spilling down her cheeks.
She looks like a beautiful disaster, all for me.
I stroke her puckered in cheek, then slap it. She winces and whimpered moans flows out. That makes her suck harder.
Another smack. “You know you’re mine, right?”
I slow down, and cup under her chin to feel the bulge of my cock that's stuffed deep in her mouth.
She tries to nod, and I grin, removing my hand from her chin and slapping her cheek again. A light red color begins to form at the spot.
“You like it when I fuck your pretty mouth like this, don’t you?” I rasp, dipping my eyes back to her magnificent torture. She attempts to nod again. “You’re going to let me fuck it every chance I get?”
More whimpers pour from her, and the sound rumbles around my dick, her tongue sticking out more to take me in even further.
Every slap I give her, she strokes my dick like it's what's giving her youth, sucking and rolling her tongue on all the nerves that drive me wild, drenching my cock with spit and my blood.
My knees buckle as I shudder in pleasure. “Yes. Just like that, baby.”
Her head bobs at a pace that doesn’t need my hand. She sucks me so fucking good, like a star greedy for more oxygen. Like I’m the only one she’ll ever have.
I am.
She gags as more tears spilling down her cheeks from my length restricting her. Drops of blood from my wound leak down and splash onto her shoulder and some right on her lips. Goddamn it.
My eyes dilate at the sight of it. “I’m going to cum deep into your throat, and I want you to drink all of me. Every drop.”
Her moans erupt against my pulsing muscles, and she hasn't once raised her hands to stop me from destroying her throat.
I don’t get to focus too much on her torture because my knees began to tremble. The grip I have on the glass begins to slip and my head pounds into my skull, matching my heart that races uncontrollably. My thrusts become uncoordinated, my hips jerking until I’m busting like a frozen pipe.
“ Ooh fuck .” My body shatters with an intense energy that my eyes clenched shut as I come.
Anita moans in the pleasure of making me weak, and does exactly as I said, drinking every drop of me like her favorite beverage, my cum shoots in every crevice of her mouth slurping down both mixtures of me.
My shoulders slump as my mind spins from her amazing performance. I wait until my heart slows down, and my strength comes back. She rises before me with a lazy grin like she's drunk from my seed, using her finger to wipe up the access drool from her mouth. Her cheek red from the smack I delivered to her.
Then she plops her finger right back into her mouth. “You're delicious, darling”
I grip her hair, pulling her up to face me. Anita stumbles, falling into my chest. I press a kiss to her wet lips.
“Now it's your turn.”