Page 91 of Bought By Santa

Entering her, slow and deep, I watch as she unravels before me. A gasp escapes her, and it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. My name falls from her lips like a benediction, fueling my desire to worship her.

Once I’m all the way inside her, I stay there for a moment, not moving until she’s ready. Or at least that was my intention. But my hellcat rakes her nails down my back, urging me to move, and I oblige with a hunger that matches hers.

She cants her hips, meeting me thrust for thrust. I’m so deep inside her that I can barely stand it. My head is resting in the crook of her neck, and I can’t resist biting the soft skin, which draws a guttural moan from her.

“Yes! That’s it… hurt me,” she mewls.

I continue to fuck her as I move my head back, looking into her blue eyes. “What do you want me to do?” I ask. “Use your words, Carolina. There’s nothing I won’t do for you. All you have to do is tell me.”

Her eyes widen slightly. “I think…” Trailing off, she licks her lips. “I want you to cut me.”

I wasn’t expecting that, but I’m not dumb enough to question her. If this is what she wants, I’m the luckiest guy in the fucking world. There’s nothing I want more than to see my hellcat bleed for me. As if to prove my point, my cock jerks, becoming impossibly harder inside her.

“Look at me,” I command. Her eyes snap to mine, and there’s a silent exchange of vows in that gaze. Normally, no words are needed when our bodies speak volumes, but I need to make sure she knows what she’s asking me for. “How do you want me to cut you?”

Her brows furrow, creating a small divot between them as she thinks it through. “I want… umm, I don’t know. I just… I came in here because I was dreaming about it when I was alone in our bed, and I woke up so wet I wanted to try it for real.”

Before I can say anything, she reaches underneath the pillow, pulling out the knife I used to carve her initials into my chest. She must have found it in the drawer I hid it in after cleaning it.

“And I want you to use this.”

I take the knife from her, holding it up in the air so the blade glints in the light. “And you’re sure?” I ask, thrusting into her again.

“Yes,” she sighs needily. “Beyond sure.”

“Where do you want my cut?” I rasp. I let the tip of the knife glide over the swell of her tit. “Here?” I move it to her cleavage. “Or here?” Then I trail it down her body to the place just above her hip bone. “Or maybe you imagined it more like here?”

The sound she makes is like a purr, reminding me why all my names for her are of the feline variety. “Yes. There.” She wiggles her hips, pushing back against the knife.

I make the first cut. It’s shallow, more symbolic than anything, but it elicits a sharp intake of breath from her. The sight of crimson on her porcelain skin is intoxicating, pushing me further. I cut her on the other side.

“Are youfeelingthis?” I groan, pausing so I can thrust into her once, twice… five times.

“Mhmm,” she confirms with a moan. “I feel you everywhere.”

Without pulling out of her, I twist us so she’s on her back and I’m positioned between her spread legs, hovering above her. “Do you want more?” I ask, my voice husky.

She winds her legs around me, digging her heels into my ass to get me deeper in her greedy cunt. “I want everything you have to give,” she pants. She gyrates her hips and bucks, fucking herself on me.

I grip the knife tighter, letting the tip skim the area between her tits before adding more pressure, watching as her blood rushes to the surface of her split skin. Needing to taste the red essence, I lean down, licking the length of the cut. I moan; it’s a guttural sound, as the coppery taste explodes on my tongue.

“Fuck!” I throw the knife to the side, hearing it clang against the floor. “I need to fuck you. Hard.”

Her eyes are dazed as she looks up at me. Lifting her hand, she runs her thumb across my lips, and when I look down, there’s a bead of blood on the tip. I close my mouth around her digit while I mercilessly slam into her, and bite the soft skin.

Then I claim her lips; her tongue delves into my mouth, our saliva mixing with her blood. The taste is potently delicious, spurring me on further. I feel like a man possessed as I piston my hips. The only sound in the room is our heavy breathing and our skin slapping together over and fucking over.

“Hellcat,” I groan out, feeling the familiar coil of heat in my abdomen. I quicken the pace, chasing the edge with her. “My cock is fucking perfect for breeding you. Can you feel how thick and swollen I am? Just. For. You!”

“Nick… I’m—”

I press her thighs up to her shoulders, fucking her even deeper than before. Her moans intensify as she clenches around me. Leaning back, I admire the sight of my hardness sliding in and out of her tight heat.

“Come on my cock,” I command, and she does, her body surrendering to the onslaught of pleasure. She comes so hard, squirting, that it feels like her body is both trying to push me out and suck me in deeper.

“Oh, Hellcat, you’re so fucking perfect. Your cunt was made for me,” I groan, loving the sensation of all the wetness she’s expelling. “Are you ready for my cum?”

“Yes!” she screams, still contracting around me.

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