Bounty Hunter

Reed

Zinnia was a lot more like me. She didn’t know that yet, but it was gradually sinking in. The sight of blood made wonders to her insides. She didn’t voice it out, probably because she was ashamed or she was still understanding her body’s needs.

But I see it in her mannerisms. The change in her breath, the way her eyes darkens, but more importantly, how her panties turn soaking wet.

While that was partly because of me, because I understood her body more than she did, it was also because of the blood. The danger. The thrill of not knowing what to expect. That euphoric and self-emploring need to want to experience just how much she can endure.

I saw her, for who she was and what she wanted, before she even discovered herself.

Her hands fit perfectly in mine. The contact sent a jittering shock throughout my body and straight to my groin. Her breathing itched, and that was how I knew she was turned on. I could practically smell her arousal, and the scent of it mixed with blood made me so fucking high and almost sent me over the edge.

I pull her into me, making her body slam against my hard chest. With my bloody hands, I snake my hand around her neck whilst the other travelled to her hair.

My lips captured hers in a fiery and passionate kiss. She moaned against my lips and my cock kicked against my jeans, begging to be set free.

I took her bottom lip in mine and bit on it hard. She moaned even harder and I sucked the crimson spilling out of her now injured lips, letting it gather in my mouth.

Then I tilted her head, granting me access to her neck. I coated her blood with my saliva and let it roll passed my lips, landing on her neck. I watched the hairs on her neck stand on the ends as my saliva made contact with her skin.

A moan escaped her lips as I dipped out my tongue and let a long lick, travelling to the back of her ear. Then, when she least expected it, I sunk my teeth into her flesh. Her hold on my arms tightened, her nails digging into my skin.

I pulled back and stared at the little vixen I’d created. Arousal contracted in her generic slender orbs. Her lips were swollen from both my kisses and my bites.

“Get on your knees,” I ordered. Swiftly, she obeyed. My little flower knew she had been naughty, and it was time for her punishment. I knew it was something she craved. She had become obsessed with the pain and pleasure that came with me.

My left hand still fisted a handful of her hair when she looked at me through her lashes. I growled and my eyes darkened.

“Unzip my pants,” I watched as my little flower blinked before getting to work. She pulled my pants and underwear at the same time, freeing my dick and making it bounce before her face.

“Good girl,” my hand left her hair to the dick. I stroke my cock, coating it with the remnants of crimson on my hand.

I watched her stare at my hands greedily. She was jealous. She wanted my cock in her mouth. She wanted her tongue and her throat stroking my cock instead of my hands.

“Open up the pretty mouth for me,” my hand went back to grab her hair. When her lips slightly parted, I forced my dick into her mouth, violently hitting her throat before pulling out.

Since I’d taken her off guard, she began to cough, but I didn’t give her enough time to breathe before I ordered her to open up for me.

And she did. Slowly, I push my cock into her mouth, throwing my head back and grunting at the way her mouth felt warm and how it gripped my length.

“Good girl,” I commented, freeing her hair and letting her take the lead.

Both her hands grabbed my butt, pushing my full length to the back of her throat. And although she gagged with each wilful thrust, she never slowed down.

She was greedy. Her mouth was swallowing and milking me at the same time. Fuck, I needed to rest my weight on something – anything. My body tense, arousal rapidly building inside me.

Both of my hands grabbed her hair, shoving my cock past her throat. It stayed there for a while. She gagged, slapping my butt cheeks as a plea for me to pull out and let her breathe.

But I couldn’t. Not when my cock felt so good inside her. Not when I knew that she was seconds away from passing out due to my cock inside her.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Fuck!” I growl loudly, releasing my hands from her hair. She looked up at me through her lashes and the adorable little frown on her forehead only added to my already building orgasm.

I expected her to take some time to catch her breath. But my little flower, the little whore that she is, took my full length in her mouth. Her hands were still on my butt cheeks, pushing me further into her mouth.

She struggled to breathe. Tears pooled up in her eyes. Perspiration clouded her forehead, making her bloody hair stick.

When she dug her fingernails into my butt, I went blind and lost all functions. I can only choke on the euphoria, all sounds ceasing while I fight for oxygen.

My mouth opens on a silent scream, incapable of giving anything else when my body has lost control. My eyes roll, and I feel something just… snap. Every one of my vital organs has been overpowered by the orgasm crashing through me, and it feels like I’m quite literally exploding.

“Fuck, Zinnia,” I cried out, watching my seed spill out of the corner of her mouth whilst she continued to sloppily suck on my dick.

Everything still, as though I had just convulsed. Zinnia slowly pulls her head backwards, freeing my cock that was now pulsating from the aftershock of my orgasm.

She rose to her feet, a proud smile on her face. She stood on tiptoe and crashed her lips against mine, sharing my junk with me. Then, too soon, she pulled away and seductively wiped the corner of her mouth.

“Good boy,” she whispered. At once, my cock went hard, this time, wanting to invade more than just her mouth.

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