Page 55 of Wicked Spite
“Swallow it,” I growl, my voice rough. “Every. Last. Drop.”
Her eyes flutter as she obeys, her throat working toswallow everything down. It’s filthy, it’s raw, and it’s impossibly hot.
“Good girl,” I murmur, loosening my grip on her neck. My other hand slides down her body, gripping her ass before flipping us around. She lands on the pew, looking up at me with her pupils blown wide.
“Now it’s your turn,” I say, dropping to my knees, intending to return the favor because I’m a fucking gentleman to my wife and shit. But Reagan shakes her head, those eyes narrowing in challenge.
“Penn, no. You got me off earlier. It’s fine.”
“Fine? You think I give a damn about ‘fine’?” I retort, inching closer. “You know I don’t like being told no.”
“Well, tough shit,” she snaps back, crossing her arms. “I started my period at the game earlier.”
“Is that right?” I smirk, thinking back. “Guess when I fingered you, it knocked things loose, huh?”
“You’re such a fucking weirdo,” she huffs, but there’s a hint of a smile playing at her lips.
“Well, call me fucking baptized by the blood,” I say, locking eyes with her. “Because I’m about to eat your pussy, and the thought of getting covered in your blood in any way I can has my cock jumping to attention again already.”
Reagan’s eyes widen just a fraction before they flick downwards. Sure enough, my cock’s already twitching, stiffening as it hangs out of my pants.
“Jesus, Penn,” she mutters, shaking her head like she can’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. But she doesn’t stop me; hell, she barely even tries.
“Yeah, Jesus ain’t got nothing to do with this,” I smirk. My fingers hook into the waistband of her jeans, yanking them down along with her panties. The scent of her arousal mixedwith the iron tang of blood hits me like a wave. It’s primal, raw, and it only fuels my hunger.
I stop to pull her fucking bitch boots off so I can pull the fabric blocking me from getting up close and personal with my wife’s bleeding cunt. Offending fucking items.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” I murmur, slipping my hand between her thighs. She’s trembling, but not from fear. My fingers part her slick folds, seeking out the string but finding nothing.
“Where’s the goddamn tampon string? It’s like trying to fucking find Waldo,” I growl, frustration settling in deep. Reagan bites her lip, a smile curving her mouth.
“Not wearing one,” she breathes.
“Then what the fuck—” My fingers delve deeper, searching for an answer.
“Figure it out, genius,” she taunts, her tone laced with challenge.
“Goddamn, you are one complicated woman,” I mutter, feeling around until I find something foreign. My mind races, and realization dawns.
“You’re using a cup, aren’t you?” I inquire, a dark grin spreading across my face. Reagan nods, her cheeks flushed.
I slip my two fingers further inside her, feeling around until I find the loop. With a gentle tug, the menstrual cup slides out, half-filled with dark, viscous blood.
“Like a shot glass, just ready for me,” I chuckle darkly, lifting the cup toward my lips.
“That’s disgusting. Don’t you dare,” Reagan snaps, her eyes flashing with revulsion.
“Why not? It’s all you,” I smirk, bringing the cup closer.
“Don’t,” she hisses, reaching out and slapping the cup from my hand, her fingertips grazing the side of my face. That sting, that brief connection, sends a jolt through me.
“Brat,” I growl, grabbing her legs and draping them over my shoulders. Her resistance only fuels me, makes me want her more. I bend down, my breath warm against her skin, and dive in.
“Fuck,” she gasps as my tongue finds her clit swirling around it with maddening precision. The taste of her blood mixes with her juices, a heady, metallic sweetness that drives me wild. I lick, suck, and bite every part of her, reveling in her moans, her gasps, the way she writhes beneath me.
“Penn,” Reagan pants, her hands clawing at my hair, pulling me closer. Every sound she makes, every tremor of her body, pushes me further into madness.
“Keep going,” I command, though it’s more for me than for her. I need this, need her like this. My fingers join my mouth, pressing in and out of her, feeling her tighten around me. The smell of blood and sex fills the space, a potent reminder of our depravity.
