“Touch yourself for me.” I order her.
Even though she’s the one on top with a knife pressed to my neck, she knows who controls everything, and she listens like the well trained little cum slut she is. I know she missed this as much as I did. I can see it written all over her face as she closes her eyes, tilts her head back, and drags her fingers across her slick flesh.
“Mmmm.” She moans, delving a single finger inside herself, rocking her hips back and forth on me, rubbing my throbbing dick under her ass even more.
I want to grab it, squeeze it hard, and shove it up her tight little cunt, but the show is too good to rush.
“That’s it baby, let me hear how wet you are. Go faster.”
Peep shows, strippers, and porn are nothing compared to a real-life show, and I’m burning up inside from watching her finger herself on my lap. Her skin is flushed and her breaths come harder, and I’m matching her excitement without any direct touches except the weight of her on me and the blade on my skin.
“Damien. Bleed more.” She groans and slides the blade sideways, cutting into me, opening up what feels like a small chasm in my throat.
I know it feels worse than it is. There’s no difficulty breathing and the amount of hot wetness I feel sliding down me isn’t enough to kill me, but it’s enough to make her little pussy spasm around her finger.
“Fuck yes, Dani. Add another finger. Open yourself up for me.”
“Oh God!” She cries out, adding another slender finger with the first.
“Let me see. Spread them, show me that tight hole.”
She obeys my command, her hips tilting forward more, giving me a better view of her fucking herself. “I’m gonna tear that thing apart when you’re done having your bloody fun.”
“Fuck me.” She moans, and I feel the knife drop off me and hear it land on the bed next to my head with a quiet thump of metal on cotton.
She squeals in surprise as I grab her tightly by the hips, lift her up, and flip us over. I wrangle the sheets out of the way, and yank off my snug boxers as I position myself between those slender legs and soft thighs.
“I can feel how fucking hot you are.” I groan as I grab my pulsing dick and rub it against her soaked little cunt, getting it wet with her slick fluids. “Knock knock.” I add, smacking her pussy lips with my cock.
“Fuucckk.” Dani moans, arching her back, lifting herself off the bed except where her shoulders press against my pillows as I slide into her.
“Jesus Christ.” I curse, feeling how fucking hot, tight, and wet she is around me.
Her flesh envelopes me, squeezing me, molding to me as I start a punishing rhythm in and out of her, going hard and fast, not wanting to take anything slow with her. I need to break her, make her mine again, solidify this reunion into what we had before she left.
“Harder, please. Harder.” She begs, her hands slapping at me then grabbing the skin of my shoulders.
“You want it to hurt?”
“Yes, please. Show me I’m still alive.”
Grabbing her thighs, I split her legs open wider and lift her hips, thrusting into her as deeply as I can, ripping her inside. I can feel her channel tear and I fuck her harder, smashing her hips with mine, shaking the whole bed with each punishing advance into her.
Her tits bounce out of the top of her little blouse and her pink nipples are so hard that they’re calling for me to bite and suck on them, making my already panting mouth drool.
“Give me those tits.” I say, leaning down, taking one in my mouth, and nipping down on the little nub between my front teeth. She yelps in pain, but her cunt grabs me harder. “Such a good fucking girl for me. Scream baby.” I say around the tightly puckered, little nipple, biting it hard enough that she wails in pain and slaps at me, her body fighting me on instinct.
“Damien!” She screams.
The feel of her around me, her screams, the sounds of our wet flesh smacking together, and the taste of her blood from the bite wound on her breast are all so overwhelming. I grab her body tightly, pulling her to me, sealing the space between us. I need her closer.
I’m fucking her so hard, squeezing her body, and biting her, doing everything I’ve missed in one scene. It’s pushing me closer to the precipice of pleasure, rolling through me, driving me towards the edge. But when she latches her mouth onto the dripping wound on my neck and sucks, pressing her tongue to it, I explode inside of her.
My orgasm is so violent I expect the top of her head to blow off as I spurt load after load deep in her, filling her to capacity and beyond. It’s so primal that I feel like an animal, unable to stop myself from continuing to ram into her, making my mess flood out of her, pushing her onward, until she’s bucking under and against me like a woman possessed.
“Do it. Cum so hard for me.” I grunt, holding myself deep in her pussy, letting her walls squeeze and pulse around me, milking more from my still hard cock. “Good girl. Such a good girl. My perfect girl.”
I continue to praise her, stroking her hair, touching her everywhere as she finally starts to calm down. The knife still lays on the bed next to her, and with a disgusted scowl at the thing of my nightmares, I toss it on the floor. I can’t be next to the thing I kill her with every time I close my eyes. Not in my bed.
