darker now, almost black, but as I watch it fades back to ginger, and I feel like just for a moment, he was losing his face. I want to see what he really looks like, but for some reason, he doesn’t want me to. “Let me see,” I whisper.
He licks his lips and narrows his eyes. “Plan on doing anything or teasing?” he challenges, distracting me instead, and I roll my hips, feeling his cock wake up and start to harden.
Smirking, I dig my nails in deeper. He hisses and lifts his hips as his eyes slide shut. Oh yes, I’m going to give him everything. I bet he has never been truly hurt before, not in the way he clearly needs it to let out all his stress and memories. I scrape my nails down his chest and back up, but this time when I drag them down, I let them transform into claws. He yelps as they cut through his skin, grabbing my hips and sliding me back and forth on his cock, wetting it.
“Yes, amore. That,” he growls in a rush as those black eyes open and lock on me. Raising my claw, I let him watch as I suck it into my mouth, tasting his blood. He groans and gives me that impatient, dangerous look he’s nailed, which never fails to make me wet. I drag them back down again, slashing across his chest, deeper this time, and his cock jerks under me. Pulling them free, I lean down and taste his blood, moaning at the flavour as I lap it up. I glide my tongue along the cuts, flicking the jagged edges before diving in and licking again. He grips my ass and squeezes as he pulls me up and down, basically dry humping me.
Sitting back, I grind my hips against him before lifting and grabbing his hard cock, stroking him with my bloodstained, wet hand. He groans, watching me with his lips parted, and that sound hits my core. It’s so masculine and deep, it makes me shiver.
I stroke him as I watch him. His cock is huge, and I can barely wrap my hand around him. No wonder he nearly split me in two. If you don’t like pain, I bet he’s too much.
“Amore,” he rumbles. “No teasing, ride my cock.”
Tutting, I squeeze hard before shuffling down until my mouth hovers over his cock. “I’ll ride your cock when I want to. First, I want to finish what we started in the club. Tasting this huge dick,” I mumble before tracing the slit with my tongue, lapping up the pre-cum beaded there. He sucks in a breath, his abs rolling as he clenches. Chuckling, I lick down his cock and up and around, like he’s an ice cream cone. I finally suck the tip into my mouth and pull back. He tangles his fingers in my hair, yanking me to his cock. Meeting his gaze, I suck him all the way down, all the way into my throat. Even then, I don’t reach the base of him, so I wrap my hand there and squeeze as I pull up and suck back down, bobbing my head as he thrusts upwards. He tries to speed me up, but I resist, and that edge of pain as he pulls my hair has me wiggling as I drip, wanting to feel him inside of me again. But I’m in control this time, and I will fuck him when I’m good and ready and not a moment before.
I bob faster and faster, taking him all the way down my throat and back up again, licking the tip and tasting that salty male essence that’s all him. I love it and ache for more, to taste it dripping from my mouth like droplets of blood. His black eyes watch me hungrily, obsessively.
“Fuck, you are so goddamn perfect and beautiful.” He groans and thrusts into my mouth, forcing me to swallow him. “You should see those mismatched eyes staring at me, making me weak. That hot little mouth taking me… Fuck. You make me so powerless.”
Humming, I pull back and decide he’s been good. I stop torturing him. I crawl up his body, digging my fingers into those slashes that are starting to heal and pressing my pussy to the head of his cock before dropping. I only get a few inches and have to twist and grind to get him in deeper. His grip tightens, cutting into my