Finally, she ceases her exploration and runs the blade over the waistband of my trousers.
“These, off,” she orders, I shrug them off and take her waist as she slips off her panties and hitches her skirt up. Then I ease her onto my throbbing cock. She’s tight and wet as she slides down over. The entire time her eyes never leave mine. Then she’s kissing me, clawing her nails in the fresh cuts she just made. There’s blood everywhere. It’s all over Jude’s fucking car. Fuck, do I care.
“Don’t come inside me,” she whispers, and I feel the blade at the side of my neck.
I nod, and kiss her like my fucking life depends on it. And she fucks me within an inch of my life until she shudders and cries out. Then I reach for her, pulling her to me. Her lips part with a moan, and I push my tongue into her mouth while she comes.
I know she needs this. She’s been so wound up these past few weeks. With Lor gone, she’s been spiralling. I don’t know what connection they have or what their relationship is. I don’t expect that I’ll take his place in her heart.
But.
I’ll be anything for her, her fuck toy, her punch bag, her victim. If that’s what it takes.
I’ll be whatever she needs me to fucking be.
For her to feel safe.