The Blood Debt

“Yes, Jas, lick me, suck me dry, clean me off,” he groans. “And maybe I’ll come a third time just for you.”

I whimper as he pulls out, only to thrust back in again.

A third time? Is that even possible?

But I can’t even say anything because my clit is throbbing hard from all the toying, and I’m on the verge of falling apart … again.

“Yes, my little devil, you want to come, don’t you?” he groans. “I can feel it.”

I shake my head, and when he pauses to let me breathe, I murmur, “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.” He slaps my pussy and immediately flicks my clit again, mixing pain with pleasure until I can’t even separate the two anymore. “And you will. For me. Because you’re my good girl.”

“Oh, God …” I mutter with his hard length still in my mouth.

“You do like it,” he groans, drunk on lust. “Just like you like my hard cock in your pretty little mouth. Now come for me.”

I can’t stop it anymore. I can’t.

The orgasm rolls over my body like a forceful wave crashing into me, and my entire body quakes with desire.

“Fuck yes.” Right then, he buries himself deep inside my throat, roaring out loud as he comes with me, coating my tongue and throat with even more salty cum. It’s so deep, I can’t push it back up, and I’m forced to swallow it all down … just like the good girl he says I am.

I’ve really fallen deep … so deep that there’s no way back from here.

“Good girl,” he groans after a while, the words making my heart light up like fireworks.

He gets off me and stands up tall, half-hard dick swaying back and forth. I lie here staring up at him as if he’s some goddamn Greek god for being able to make me come so many times in a row and covering me with so much goddamn cum.

But the look on his face is anything but pleased. “The rain will wash it all away.”

I snort, thinking he’s making a joke, but his face says otherwise.

Liam leans over to pick my cum-covered body up from the ground. He carries me all the way back to the cabin, slamming the door shut with his foot.

I feel like a goddess in his arms. A fucked-into-oblivion goddess, but a goddess nonetheless. Just because of the way he looks at me. As if he could worship me at my feet.

He lays me down on the bed, then takes off his pants in front of me so we’re both naked. Crawling in bed with me, he drags me closer, curling me into a ball close to him.

Even though I’m fully naked and soaking wet from both the rain and his cum, I’ve never felt warmer than I do now.

“God …” he groans, his hard-on finally getting flaccid after all that hard fucking. “You still smell just like I remember.”

I snort. “Only now with an added scent of premium cum.”

He laughs. “I’ll force you to wear it like a goddamn dress if you’re not careful.”

“Is that a challenge?” I muse, my pussy already throbbing just from the thought of being covered in his jizz for the rest of the night.

“It’s already a fact,” he says. “Because you’re staying right here in this bed with me the rest of the night.”

I gasp. “Are you—?”

“Oh, yes, I’m dead serious,” he replies, his voice low and rumbling just as before when he was so obsessed he couldn’t keep his hands off me. “I want you covered in my cum so you know who you belong to. Me.”

He buries his nose in my hair and rubs himself against me, and it’s so incredibly hard not to smile.

But is it really that wrong to fall for someone like him?