Chapter 20
TWENTY
ARLO
Confidential — Personal Use Only
OBSERVATIONS:
I’ve seen desire before, heard women plead, felt power in those moments.
But none have ever done it so breathtakingly as her.
My injured hand continues to bleed as I stare down at it. Isn’t she lucky I wasn’t fucking her with that one?
I felt the sting but couldn’t care less about it.
I love the fucking pain.
Her eyes go wild as she gapes at my bloody hand.
“You’ll need stitches.” She reaches for my hand, but I pull it back. She’s already going white at the sight of it. After unbuttoning my shirt, I pull it off and then proceed to wrap it around my wrist and hand.
“A little blood never killed anyone.” I wink at her.
“Why doesn’t that faze you?” she asks. “Actually, you seem to like it.” She’s standing in front of me, still naked—the best fucking naked woman I ever did see.
“Blood is natural.”
“Not when you’re fucking me.” Her words amuse me.
“My cock still hurts,” I tell her, adjusting it in my pants. Luckily, my pants are black, so the blood won’t show.
“Yeah, well, so does my clit.”
My gaze shoots straight to her. She’s wilder than ever.
Fuck, I love it. Pushing her up against the wall, I lift my hand, the one covered in blood and my shirt, and press it between her breasts.
She stares down as I rub the blood that is still on my fingers into her skin, then move over to her breast, where the concealer still covers my mark—an array of black, purple, and red marks her skin—before dragging my fingers over to her nipple, and fuck, it makes me feel feral seeing all that blood smeared over her pale skin.
“I can make other things sore.” I lean in and whisper in her ear, “Like your cunt.” I hear her breathing change as I press myself against her.
And then her hands are moving, unbuckling my belt as she keeps her gaze locked on me and says, “It’s only fair.
I’m naked, and you still haven’t shown me your cock.
” Oh, she’s interested in what I look like.
Removing my hand from her skin, I let her undo the zipper so my cock can spring free, and the shirt that was around my hand drops.
“I want to fuck you,” I tell her, but her attention is on my cock. With a light grip, I wrap my fingers around her throat and push her back. “My cock wants to see what you feel like. You want that, don’t you, sweetheart?” Her eyes grow wild. “You do.”
And she nods her head.
I lift her up with my hands under her ass until her legs wrap around my waist. Both of us look down as I lower her straight onto my cock. The minute I feel her entrance surround my tip, it’s like fucking music to my ears. Finally! my dick screams. Fucking finally.
Her nails dig into my back, and I welcome the pain mixed with the pleasure. When I look down at her perfect tits, the sight of my blood on her makes me thrust my hips into her more forcefully. She yelps and then catches her breath.
“Arlo.” My name comes out on a panted breath, and I look at her. “Kiss me.” I do so with pleasure. And then she grips my shoulders and starts bouncing on my fucking cock. Her sweet pussy wrapping around and choking it.