Page 61 of Wicked Spite
“Language, hellfire,” I chuckle, pushing the tip harder into her flesh. She winces, but I know it’s not just pain she feels. “You wouldn’t want me to think you’re ungrateful.”
“Ungrateful for what? This sick game of yours?”
“Exactly, when we both know you enjoy it too damn much.” I drag the tip of the blade down her torso, and she trembles under my touch. “Now, be a good girl and enjoy the ride.”
She arches toward me and into the pressure of the knife, seeking more of what I’m giving her. My little masochist of a wife.
“You’re insane,” she gasps, and all I do is shrug.
“And so are you, Reagan. I might have this mask on, but this is me and this is you. Take the fucking masks off you wear and just be yourself for fucking once. Nothing you show me is going to scare me. I’m the scariest thing out here.”
With a swift motion, I flip the knife and bring it to my own arm, slicing just enough to draw blood. The crimson liquid wells up, warm and sticky, and I smear it over her bare skin, painting my name across the top of her tits before drawing little red hearts around her pebbled brown nipples.
I bring the knife back to my arm, cutting deeper, lettingmore blood flow so I can stain both of us. I coat my hand in it before touching her neck, her arm, her thigh and her belly. Leaving red streaks all over her delicate skin. I want to cover her in my blood, my spit, my cum. I’m going to consume her like wildfire consumes towns.
“Psycho...” Her voice is barely more than a breath now, as though she’s losing herself to the euphoria we’re creating.
“Yeah, baby. I know.” I tell her before I undo my pants and yank down my zipper. I pull out my cock, hard and aching for release, and watch as her eyes widen in shock and desire.
I lean in closer, my breath hot on her skin as I whisper filthy promises into her ear, letting her know exactly what I plan to do to her.
“Please... just fuck me already,” she gasps, her body writhing against mine. Her desperation only serves to fuel my own desire, and I waste no more time teasing her.
I spin her around and push her toward the ground. I could put her clothes beneath her or even my shirt, but I don’t want that. I want nothing between her body and the dirt.
“Hands and knees. Let me see my cunt and ass.” I tell her and she grumbles before presenting her leaking body to me. The tips of a bloody handprint resting just above where ass meets hip. Unable to help myself, I run my hand over the cut on my arm that is slowly coagulating to get just enough to leave one perfect print on her left cheek.
I grab my dick and it throbs in my hand, eager to claim what’s already mine. I press against her entrance, and she shudders, her body ready to take me into her.
With one swift motion, I plunge into her, feeling her wet heat envelop me entirely, and I don’t stop. I don’t let up. Pounding into her and forcing her into the ground beneath us.
“Fuck, Reagan,” I growl, my movements growing more intense with each thrust. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Harder, Penn,” she moans, her nails digging into the hardened earth. The culmination of lust and pain between us pushes me closer and closer to the edge.
“Tell me how much you need this,” I demand, my voice ragged with need as I continue to piston into her.
“More than anything,” she admits. “I need you, Penn. I need this darkness inside me.”
“Good girl,” I murmur, leaning down to bite her neck, hard enough to bruise. She whimpers, her body tightening around me, driving me closer to the edge. I pull her body up to align with mine before grabbing the knife laying next to us. I put it toward her throat, just hovering over the delicate flesh there.
I can feel my grip on the knife tighten as I continue to fuck her mercilessly.
“You’re such a fucking slut for this, aren’t you?” I taunt, my voice dripping with mockery and desire. “You love being my little toy.”
She whimpers in response, her body arching into mine, seeking more despite the brutal pace. “Yes…yes,” she pants, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.
I press the knife harder against her throat, feeling my own heartbeat sync with hers. She’s shaking now, that feeling building in her to go over the edge. Every thrust sounds in the quiet forest as the wet sounds of her pretty cunt gripping my dick create my new favorite playlist.
She sinks her teeth into the flesh of my hand, the sharp sting driving me wild. The pain is intoxicating, blending seamlessly with the pleasure coursing through me. Her bite spurns me on even further, making me drop the knife so I can focus all my attention on her trembling body.
Now that I’m not holding the blade, I lower my hand onto her clit and begin to rub circles, pushing her to the brink.
“Cum for me,” I demand harshly, feeling my own release building to an uncontrollable peak. “Cum all over my dick.”
Her body obeys instantly, shattering under my touch as she explodes around me. The sensation is too much; it sends me spiraling into oblivion right along with her. Milking my cock right along with her.
“Yeah, baby. Milk your husband’s dick and let me coat every inch of you.”
