“Oh, fuck!” She slaps my chest, attempting to lift herself off my cock. The friction derails her efforts, and she whimpers as her head falls back, a sensual motion that holds my gaze hostage.
Sliding her hand off my throat, she pulls back to straighten, and her gaze widens as one more rung slides inside her sweet, pulsing cunt. She brushes her palm against her belly, and when I notice the blood left in its wake, a feral instinct blooms within me. A primal need that never surfaced because no target was ever worth it.
It is now—Scarlet is worth it.
“You look good against my pale skin.” That unhinged grin of hers is back, painting her features in pixie delight as she looks at her bloodied hand.
I grind my teeth when she adds more, gently rubbing her hand over the cut on the base of my throat. I should be pissed she sliced through one of my tattoos, but I’m strangely calm and proud to bear her mark.
“What are you—?”
The question catches in my throat when she lifts off my cock until only the tip remains. She grabs it with that drenched hand and paints it in violent shades ofscarletlike my dick belongs to her.
When she lowers herself on my bloodied cock, taking on each piercing one by one, counting silently until she’s balls fucking deep, I think nirvana herself gazes upon me, because I’m about to fucking come. And I realize I may really be right—my cock definitely belongs to her.
“Jesus Christ, woman!” I dig my fingers into her flesh, guiding her as I piston my hips to meet hers.
That feral creature beneath my flesh brims with each glimpse of my blood-coated length.
“Mooore,” I growl.
And with that grin pulling at her lips, she adds more blood between thrusts. But she doesn’t stop there. She spreads it all around her pussy, using it to rub her clit as she throws her head back and revels in the filth of it.
“My dirty little whore. You look so fucking beautiful just like this, painted in the color that bears your name.” I slide my hands down her thighs, rejecting the instinct to take control. “That’s it, kitten. Fuck my cock like your sweet cunt owns every inch of it.”
She moans in response, grabbing onto my forearm to brace herself as she bounces on my shaft. The slapping of our skins forms my new favorite melody. Abstaining from coming is a fucking Olympic sport, and I may just be a gold medalist, because it’s damn near impossible with a pussy like Scarlet’s wrapped around my cock.
I’m done for.
“You’re so goddamn good at this, kitten,” I rasp.
“Oh, Carter...” She whispers my name like a ritualistic chant. And I’ll happily be her god if this is how she worships at my altar.
“Take everything you need from me. Take it all.”
A full-body shiver ripples through her, strangling my shaft as she collapses onto my chest. I grab the back of her neck with one hand, wrapping the other around her hip to hold her still and take over. Jerking my hips to meet hers, I roll them slightly at the end when her whimpers grow with the movement. Over and over, I fuck her twitching cunt, reveling in every single mewl that falls from between her pretty lips.
“This...is too much. So much...” she whispers breathlessly, as if this onslaught of pleasure is a true assault.
“It’s not nearly enough, love.”
I pump my hips, grinding my pelvis against her clit until every inch of her blooms in goosebumps and her moans turn into lust-filled cries.
“Bend back, Scarlet.”
“Wh-what?”
I guide her up, ignoring her protests as she clings to me. “Brace yourself backward.”
She frowns but follows the order and leans back, steadying herself on the floor next to my thighs.
“Holy fuck!” she exclaims as the angle allows my cock to grind harder against that magical spot inside her core. “Oh, Carter.”
“Keep saying my name just like that, in that slutty, breathy tone, and I’ll ruin this pretty pussy, Scarlet.”
She cries out as she slams her hips down, rolling them as she all but uses me to get off.
“Ruin me . . .” she whispers.
