Page 37 of Sweet Girl

I push down my briefs, my fat cock bobbing free and hanging heavy against my thigh. Sitting as close to her as I can, I gently run my fingers through her folds, circling her hole, taking my time to coax the arousal from her. Her body starts to stir to life, slowly, her hips moving ever so slightly, pussy starting to weep just how I want it to. Fuck, it’s such a pretty sight. Ever since Dom played with her in front of us on New Year’s Eve, I’ve imagined this very scenario. Her body lying lifeless, unconscious, while I devour her. I’m completely aware that I’m a sick fuck, but I wouldn’t take if it wasn’t already implied that I could have it. Even if pretending otherwise gets me harder than steel.

Having worked her up enough, I crawl on top of her, my cock falling against her pelvis. Her eyes flutter open, going wide as she takes me in, hovering over her naked, primed body.

“Shh, angel, go back to sleep. I’m just going to fuck this tight little pussy.”

“Cruz . . .”

Not wanting to hear a word from her, I slap my hand across her mouth, shutting her up but keeping her nose clear. Wouldn’t want to accidentally suffocate her.

Lining my cock up with her slick center, my piercing leading the way, I press into her in one powerful thrust. I can hear her muffled moans as she gasps for air around my hand, and it’s music to my ears. Her pupils are blown wide, darting back and forth between my own, watching and taking it all. She remains still, understanding settling over her as to what I came for, what I want from her.

My girl looks so good taking me. I fuck her hard and deep, controlling the pace. I grasp her hips tightly, relishing in the feel of her tight wet pussy fluttering around my cock. My hand releases her mouth and moves to her throat, holding her down while I rut into her like the fucked-up asshole that I am. I fuck her hard, bringing her right to the edge of orgasm before changing it up, not letting her come until I’m ready.

“You like being my little whore, angel? You like knowing I was playing with your little pussy while you slept so soundly?”

Her “yes” comes out in a raspy gasp, hands curling around my wrists, nails biting into the sensitive flesh. I groan loud and deep, her eyes snapping to mine.

“Harder, angel. Make me bleed.”

Her eyes roll to the back of her head, but she does what I command, blood beading around her fingernails as they dig into my flesh. Her pussy floods with slick moisture, coating my cock in her cum as I plow through it. The silent room is filled with lewd squelching noises that would embarrass anyone, but not my angel. She’s fucking thriving.

I study the bleeding she caused, wiping some of it up with one of my hands and dragging it over the swell of her breasts when an idea strikes me. I slow my strokes, just hovering above her, nose to nose, in what could be taken as an intimate, loving gesture. Too bad I don’t know how to be that for her. But I can give her new memories. I can give her a good pain to replace the old.

“You trust me, angel?”

Her reply comes with zero hesitation, only a quick, honest, and firm, “Yes.”

Pulling from her, I stand and grab my pants, removing my pocketknife and flicking it open. Settling between her legs, Emma strains when I spread her wide open for me.

“Pain doesn’t have to erase pain, angel. Sometimes pain can bring so much goddamn pleasure your head will spin. I want to give you a reminder, that when things get too hard, when they become too much, you come to me. You need a release from the buildup, look at this.”

Her mouth falls open, forming a little “o” just as my mouth connects with her pussy lips in a rough kiss, my tongue lashing at her throbbing clit. I lick her right to the edge before pulling back again, blowing air directly onto her sopping-wet center.

“Cruz! Fuck, you’re going to kill me. Please let me come. Please, Cruz.”

“That’s it, angel, beg.”

I drop my head to feast again and repeat the process three more times until she’s a thrashing fucking mess. My face is coated in her juices, her pussy lips drenched and puffy, clit throbbing and swollen. I’m a fucking sadistic glutton because I know I could do this all night.

“Cruz! I can’t! I can’t take it anymore!”

“Can I cut you, angel?” whispering the words against her soft skin, she nods her head, giving me her consent, but it’s not enough for me.

“Use your words. Can I mark you?”

“Yes, Cruz.”

I suck her clit into my mouth, pulsing in quick sucks as her whole body tightens, release balancing right on that thin edge. Bringing my knife up to her inner thigh, I lap at her clit until she plummets, flicking the knife into her just hard enough that the skin breaks open and blood pools to the sides, dripping down her leg. I carve the symbol into her flesh slowly, her screams of pleasure loud enough to wake the goddamn dead. It’s fucking beautiful.

“Oh! Fuck! YES!”

The orgasm seems to go on forever, her entire body shaking as it rolls through her like a bomb. I lick her through it until she starts to settle, then I move to lick across her new mark. I’ll make sure it’s cared for properly later so that it scars over the ones she currently wears, but right now, I want to taste her lifeblood.

“Jesus Christ, Cruz. That was . . . what is it?”

“Take a look for yourself, angel.”

She sits up and looks between her legs. At the very top of her right thigh is a heart. A reminder, a promise.

---