Page 82 of Tainted Blood
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“Now I want to do other things.”
I’m so fucking close to her I can smell the arousal gathering at the tops of her thighs. All I can think about is chasing it back inside her with my tongue.
“Santi, we can’t.”
“Thalia, it’s been three days, and I’m going out of my mind.” Cupping her face, I pin her against the dresser. “Do you know how often I dream of you? Your scent? Your taste? The way your pussy clenches around my cock when I’m fucking you?”
She shudders. “Don’t—”
“Do you know how often I have to jerk off just to think straight? You’ve fucked up my head, Thalia. My head, my cock, my heart. All of it.”
“Santi, you need to leave. I was just…” Absorbing my taunts, she gives me a soft groan. “I was just about to take a shower.”
“Why get clean when getting dirty is so much more fun?” Taking her hand, I place it over my cock. “I’m not asking for anything, but some goddamn relief for the both of us. And then I’m gone.”
She’s weakening. I can feel it. The scales are about to tip in my favor.
“No strings, Thalia. Just sex. Hard. Rough. Fucking. Then I’ll leave.” Just as I’m reaching for the sash on her robe, she turns away.
“Go home, Santi. You’re drunk.”
Grabbing her neck, I spin her around into my chest. “And you’re mine!”
Lifting her up by her hips, I set her down on the dresser. I don’t ask for permission before pulling that fucking sash so hard it rips in two. “Hold your robe open and spread your legs,” I say with a growl. “Offer it up to me, Thalia Carrera, and I’ll take it all.”
Her fingers are shaking as she peels back the red silk, her knees drifting open. At any other time, I’d be pausing to admire her body, but I’m too desperate tonight.
Too overdrawn.
Too denied.
There’s no tenderness in my touch as I drag her to the edge of the dresser, and thrust two fingers inside her pussy, pumping viciously.
“Santi!”
Her cries bounce off the walls in tune with the slick sounds of her own desire as I tear at my pants with my other hand. Within seconds, I have them pushed down my hips.
Thalia is still holding her robe open for me, her head tipped back in ecstasy. I pry her fingers away from the silk and wrap them tightly around my swollen cock. With my hand over hers, I guide her in rough, savage strokes. When she finds the rhythm I want, I release her.
“Look at me.”
She opens her eyes, never breaking contact as I continue my brutal pace to destroy her cunt. Her touch is better than any high, and it’s not long before I’m thrusting into her hand, and her inner muscles are clenching around my fingers.
“Shit! I’m coming!”
The words are barely out of her mouth before she’s convulsing, a shattered cry tearing from the heart of her, as a trickle of pussy juice rolls down the inside of my arm.
She’s still shaking as I rip my fingers away and push her legs wider, lining my dick up to fuck this madness out of my soul…
Until her palm comes crashing down against my chest.
Jerking my head up, I find her face flushed and her eyes conflicted.
“No, Santi.”
“No?”
