"You didn’t."
"What do you mean, you—" I open and shut my mouth. "You…?"
He nods.
"You slid that tampon inside of me?"
"And I’m going to pull it out."
"Luca, don’t you dare—"
He drops his chin, grabs hold of the string between his teeth and tugs. The tampon slides out. He tosses it aside, then dives down into my pussy.
"Wait, the blood from the tampon, it’s un—"
He swipes his tongue up my pussy and my back curves. My body bucks. My already-sensitive flesh trembles.
"You were saying?" His voice is muffled.
"I was… I… I…" I sway a little, not able to string my thoughts together. "I…"
"You—?" I swear I can hear the laughter under his words. He slides his big palms over my butt cheeks, grabs big chunks of my ass and squeezes.
"Oh, god," I gasp. That shouldn’t be erotic, or so stimulating, but heat zaps out from his touch and sinks into my blood. All of the pores on my skin pop.
He hauls me even closer, cups my butt, and tilts my pelvis up so I’m perfectly positioned for him to dart his tongue inside my sopping wet channel. Which is exactly what he does a second later. He weaves his tongue in and out. He shifts his hold to the tops of my thighs and coaxes me to part my legs. Then he grabs my leg and hauls it over his shoulder, baring me to his gaze.
"Luca," I whine. "What are you—"
He lowers his head and swipes that evil tongue of his across my pussy lips again and again. Then he thrusts his tongue inside my channel and curls it.
I grab hold of his hair and tug. "I can’t take it. I can’t," I sob.
"You can," he murmurs against my clit. The vibrations swirl about my pussy lips, driving me out of my head. I lean my upper body back, even as I yank his head closer, wanting… needing that something which is over the horizon.
He growls against my pussy, then lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his neck, and he straightens. One step, another, then he reaches the bed, throws me onto the mattress, and follows me down. He thrusts his face into my pussy, devouring me, consuming me, wrapping his lips around my clit and tugging until the heat in my belly explodes in a flash of white heat that sweeps over me. I throw my head back and scream as tears run down my cheeks. He still doesn’t stop.
The climax grips me, moisture squeezes out between my legs, and he laps it up. Then he crawls over me and kisses me. I taste myself—the sweetness of my cum, the metallic taste of… blood? My period blood. It’s unhygienic. It has to be, right? He slides his tongue over mine and positions his cock at my entrance.
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I lunge forward and inside her. Her pussy instantly clamps down on my dick. "F-u-c-k," I growl. Why does she feel so good, so incredibly arousing? Why does she feel so much like home? I hook my arms under her knees and push them against her shoulders, then I begin to fuck her in earnest. Each time I push her, the bed rocks. Each time I pull out of her, she whines. She lifts her hips, chasing the sensation of my cock, and a fierce sensation grips me. The next time I bury myself inside her, I lean my weight forward. The angle rubs my pelvic bone against her clit and she whines. I grip one of her arms and wrench it up until she wraps her fingers around the headboard. Then I do the same to the other. "Hold on."
Her gaze widens.
I peer deep into those caramel eyes of hers, those gorgeous eyes that are seared into my brain. I hold her gaze and push into her over and over again. I pinch her nipple and she gasps. Color smears her wet cheeks, wet from the tears of her release, from being pushed so far beyond her limits, from the intensity of her orgasm. And I’m going to wring another from her, and push her even further. I twist her nipple, then the other and her entire body shudders. I slide my hand between us, tweak her clit, and she clamps down on me.
"Oh, god, Luca. Oh, god." Another teardrop squeezes out of the corner of her eye; I lick it up. Then I pull back, tilt my hips, and this time when I thrust into her, I grind the heel of my palm into her swollen bud. Her body bows off the bed and her spine curves. She opens her mouth and a keening sound emerges as she shatters. Moisture bathes my cock as I continue to fuck her through her orgasm. Aftershocks rip through her as I plunge forward and empty myself into her. I watch her eyelids flutter, then bend down and kiss her lips, her cheeks, her nose, her still closed eyelids. She makes a sound of contentment, which hits me deep inside and travels down my spine to my shaft. Why is it that when she’s happy, I feel so content?
I peer into her features as she opens her eyes. We stare at each other, and I know something has changed between us. Something I can’t quite put my finger on. My chest feels full, and my stomach is tied up in knots. Every part of me is alive in a way it has never been before. My cock extends, wanting to be embedded even further inside of her. She’s an addiction. A dangerous craving. A compulsion I can’t live without. A habit-forming drug that, now that I’ve sampled it, I can’t do without. She’s my fixation. My obsession. My weakness. The one thing my enemies can use to get to me. One I need to protect with my life. If something were to happen to her, I’d never survive. I stiffen. That can never happen. I’ll die before I allow that. "If anyone dares even look at you, I’ll kill them."
She holds my gaze, then chuckles. "That’s a bit difficult, considering I’m going to be on stage with the audience watching me."
"If anyone dares hurt a hair on your head, I’ll shoot him."
"As long as you’re there, nothing can happen to me. I know that." She sounds so certain.