"Whose blood is this?" She asks with a tremble. Seeing her panicked face, I let all jokes aside and focus on her.
"Theirs, baby." I whisper to her even though we're the only ones here. "I tortured Pablo and Teddy for eleven hours and they died because of the pain." Althea's eyes linger all over my body and with shaky hands, she grabs the bloody shirt and takes it off me.
My tattoos are covered in the red liquid and my skin feels uncomfortable.
I flinch at Althea's cold finger as she traces a streak of blood until she meets my V-line. I inhale sharply and let her finger discover my body. Her concentrated face makes me want to kiss her so badly and I don't think I have the needed amount of control right now.
Althea traces lines all over my upper body and looks mesmerized by the view. I look down and my breathing stops when I notice a big sword that starts from between my pectorals and ends with the sharp metal right above my pelvis.
I groan and I take her hair in a fist, slamming my lips down on her, desperate for only my wife.
Althea's tongue invades my mouth and I wrap my arm around her, slamming her body to my bloody one.
Her whimpers are hardening my cock, her fingers tugging my hair until my scalp hurts.
Feeling like it's not enough, I gather her in my arms, her legs wrapping around my torso, dry-humping me until I feel like exploding. Althea still wears my black shirt and there's no sight of pants.
Did she stay like that in front of my guards?
I growl at the though and I walk fastly, my hands resting on her ass in a painful hold. I throw her on my BMW, the one that she ruined, and rip the shirt of her. My eyes are fixed on her brownish, tight nipples and at the black panties she's wearing.
I bury my head in her neck and bite her flesh until she's trashing under me. My hands are all over her and my body keeps her on the hood. Her moans are messing with my head and I rip her underwear off to until she's naked under me. Her warmth is caressing my already hot skin and the sight of her brings me to my knees.
"You stayed almost naked in front of my men?" I ask her while grazing my teeth on her neck. I know the truth, but I want to hear her say it.
"Yes," Althea moans when I pinch her nipple.
"You ruined my car like the brat you are?"
"Mhm, yes," Her hands grab my bloody back and she pushes my cock on her wet clit.
"So greedy." I groan when my cock almost breaks the fly from my jeans.
I straighten and I almost lose it. Her body has spots of blood from my body, her nipples are red and swollen and her pussy is so wet that I can smell it from here. I look into her eyes for consent and with one last look at the sword she drew, she nods.
"You want me to fuck you while we're both covered in their blood?" I groan and I unbuckle my belt in one
move.
My cock springs out and slams to my abs, looking veiny and light purple. I pump it a few times, knowing I won't last long.
"Please," My movements stop when I hear her pleas, my blood boiling. "Please don't hold back. I want you to fuck me raw like the world will tear us apart."
My breaths are uneven and I feel my heart against my ribcage. My hand squeezes my tip and with one last look at her, I turn her so that her stomach is on the hood and her ass is facing me.
I want you to fuck me raw like the world will tear us apart, she said.
"My little fox, you asked for it." I murmur and I wrap my right hand around her waist, keeping her still, and I slam into her in one, hard thrust.
Her back arches and a loud moan leaves her lips. Althea tries to hold onto something but the car isn't helping her, so I take her hands and keep them glued to her back with mine. I don't wait for her to adjust to my size and with powerful pumps, I fuck her as she asked.
As I like.
The hot walls of her pussy are sucking me in like a vixen, feeling as I hit the spot that drives her crazy. Althea's moans turn into whimpers and all she says are messy "Fuck, yeah," and that makes me hit deeper into her.
My fingers dig into her skin until I leave marks all over her. The sound of my cock meeting her wet pussy it's the most delicious thing I've ever heard.
The car starts moving when my thrusts are becoming slower and harder, but I don't stop. It feels impossible to stop.