Page 32 of Love Lies Bleeding

“Don’t worry my good greedy girl, you’ll get your orgasm.”

Before she can respond, I grasp her thighs and lift her cunt to my lips and feast. Her body half on the bed, the rest at my complete mercy, I eat and eat, as her desire coats my face and her moans drown out the sounds of the bass of my playlist.

Forcing two fingers inside her, I scissor them as she rides my face and hand with complete abandon, chasing her release like nothing else mattered and I fucking love it. I feel the muscles in her pussy contract, her clit pulsing against my tongue as her climax races toward her.

“Jake, I…”

Her hands scrabble for purchase on the bed and then I bite down on her clit and she detonates. Her legs clamp around my head, like a vice, her hips bucking and her cunt squeezing my fingers so tight I know my dick will be in heaven inside her.

My name is a scream from her lips and I drink down her release like it’s nectar. Her legs fall limp and I squeeze her ass before kissing her inner thighs and letting her go. Reaching for my bedside drawer, I draw out a condom and Cherry watches as I roll it down my length.

Bracing my arm beside her head, I kiss her deeply, her fingers tunnel through my hair, dragging her nails across my scalp. Her nipples rub my chest, and I lift her leg around my hip as I stroke my cock through the evidence of her climax.

“I need you, Jake. Make me yours.”

“You’ve always been mine, Cherry Blossom.” Then I push inside her, her pussy walls hugging the tip of my cock like a glove as I work my way inside her. She wriggles and I look down at her.

“You okay?”

She nods. “Yes, you’re just big. I don’t know if I can take all of you.”

I smirk at her words but I know she can take me, she was made for me. “You can take it all, Blossom. You’re my good girl.” I push in another few inches and she moans, her cunt squeezing me. Dropping my forehead to her shoulder, I wait, giving her a minute to adjust to my size before I push the rest of the way inside her.

“Jake, move. Please.”

“Impatient minx.”

My hand slaps her ass and she yelps but it turns to a moan when I shove my cock into her to the hilt and my pelvis rubs her clit just right. She feels like the tightest fist hugging my cock, warm, wet perfection.

“Fuck, you feel good, Blossom.”

Cherry holds my face in her hands and locks her gaze on mine. “Fuck me like you hate me, Jake. Don’t be gentle, I won’t break.”

God, could she be any more perfect? I don’t question her, just take her at her word and withdraw my hips before slamming back into her, hard. Her pussy sucks at my dick like it doesn’t want to let go. Her hands claw at my back, her legs lock around me as I suck a nipple into my mouth and bite down, making her cry out in pleasure.

“Harder.”

A growl slips from my lips and I lift her leg from around my hip and push her thigh open and up so I can see my cock pounding into her pink pussy. Her juices coat my cock, and slide down my balls as I slam into her.

“This what you want, Blossom? You want my huge cock to destroy that sweet pussy for any other man?”

“Yes, make me come.”

Her small hand goes to her clit and I knock it away with a snarl. “Nobody makes you come but me.”

An angry snarl rolls past her lips and she glares at me, all fight and fire and I fucking love it. “Then stop dicking around and do it.”

God, this woman.

Bending, I take her bottom lip between my teeth and bite down hard enough for her to gasp before I lick my tongue over the tender spot and kiss her like she’s the most cherished thing in my life and she is. I run my hand from her ankle all the way up her thigh, over her hip, and belly before cupping her breast and rolling her nipple.

“You come when I say you come, Blossom.”

Sweat slicks our skin as my hips move with power, the headboard crashing against the wall in time. I know others will hear and don’t give a fuck, I want them to hear, to know who she belongs to, to know that she is mine and I’ll incinerate anyone that tries to hurt her.

Tears leak from her eyes and I wipe them away gently with my thumbs, as I slow a fraction. “Blossom?”

“Happy tears, Jake. Just don’t stop.”

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