Page 37 of Vendetta

She cries out, rocking her hips, fucking me back. “Make it hurt.” She gasps. “I want your teeth marks as scars.”

I grip harder, tear into her flesh and I can taste her blood when it splits. She’s writhing in a mixture of pain and ecstasy and this time when we cum I don’t even have to tell her to wait. She knows what I want, she knows what I need and she milks my cock so much I don’t think I have anything left in my balls.

Her

Iwake up in another strange bed. I think I must have gotten used to the size and the smell of Nico’s because this one feels so alien. I roll over and he’s there, beside me, awake, staring right back with those dark penetrating eyes of his.

“Hi.” I say almost bashfully. As we haven’t seen each other naked, as if I haven’t begged him to fuck me so many times.

“Good morning.” He says back with his low throaty voice that sends a shiver of something through me. God this man is a marvel. Why he picked me I don’t think I’ll ever know or truly understand but I don’t care. I have him and that’s all the matters.

I run my hand over his skin, feeling the lightness of his chest hair. He’s so masculine. So full of testosterone. He’s all alpha male and though I should be running from the hills with all the dangers this man presents I refuse to. I refuse to even consider it.

He pulls the cover back to reveal my breasts and then he runs his fingers over the livid bruising of where his teeth were. I wince slightly as he does it.

“Was I too rough?” He asks.

“No. I liked it.” I reply glancing down, seeing where each individual tooth is ingrained in my flesh and seeing too where my skin has tiny scabs from where they punctured it.

He circles them, one nipple and then the other. I lay watching his face, staring at him as he does it. I can feel my nipples hardening for him, I can feel my pussy already throbbing and though I’m sore, really sore, I want him to fuck me right now all the same.

My hand finds his dick and of course he’s hard. Morning wood and all that.

“I have work to do.” He says.

“Then you’d better be quick.” I reply and he raises an eyebrow.

“I’m not quick Eleri. Why should I be?”

I roll on top of him, straddle him, holding his dick and presenting it against myself, nudging at my entrance. I’m not taking no for an answer. He’s the one that forced us to wait and now that I know how he feels inside me I’m not giving up any opportunity to have it again.

“Then I guess you’ll be late.” I murmur against his lips.

His eyes flash for a moment. I wonder if I’ve pushed too far and I feel a spike of adrenaline flood through me and I know he can tell.

He flips me, suddenly he’s on top and his dick is pounding into me before I can think, before I can speak. The air is gone from my lungs. I’m half gasping with the force of him.

“My woman needs a good fucking again does she?” He says. One hand on the head board, one hand on my jaw.

I nod, I moan, I cry out at the mixture of pain and pleasure. I can feel every tiny tear inside me and without any lube he’s doing it again despite how turned on I am. Despite how wet I am.

But I don’t want him to stop. I’d rather he ripped me apart, tore me to pieces than stopped.

“You feel so good. Your tight little cunt loves my cock in it doesn’t it?” He growls.

“I need it.” I gasp. “I need you.”

“Yes you do. My needy little whore.”

I cry out again. It’s louder this time and it echoes in the air. He feels so good. I shut my eye focusing on the feel of him, the way his cock slides in and out, the way my body practically moulds to him. I’ve never felt anything like it. I’ll never want anything like it except from him. Only him.

“Fuck I’m going to cum.” I gasp.

“That’s a good girl. Cum for your king.” He says as my body starts to lose control, as I start to thrash, and scream.

He roars as my muscles clamp down hard onto him and I think the feel of it sends him over the edge too because I can feel him pouring himself into me. His face is flushed, his eyes are shut as he lets his own orgasm take over.

And then he falls back onto the sheets, as if I’ve taken every bit of his energy. His body is sweaty, glistening and I want to roll my tongue along it and taste what I’ve done, what I’ve created.

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