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But his grin tells me he isn’t. “Because it’s the most forgiving way to treat bad meat like him.” I know he can feel the shudder that goes through me, and while much of it is from revulsion at the idea ofeatingsomeone labeled bad meat…some of it has nothing to do with the cannibalistic aspect of this.
“That’s umm.” I have no idea what it is. Or why my body is still begging for him to do more than just watch me.
“It’s fucked up,” Jed supplies with a sudden, rueful laugh. His expression lightens, just a touch, and with a few quick movements he tugs my bralette off over my head, staring down at me again. “I’m fucked up, in case you haven’t noticed. Don’t deny it.” He cuts me off the moment I open my mouth. “It is what it is, Saylor. If you can’t live with it, I understand.”
“Does it make me fucked up if it’s not a sticking point?” I take my time with the words, and when they come out, they’re barely audible.
“No.” His reply is quick, and he finds my eyes to hold them with his. “It makes you perfect.” He leans down, until he’s just inches above me, and I can feel his breath on my lips as he keeps his gaze on mine, waiting to see what I’ll do.
So, naturally, I don’t keep him waiting. All the trepidation in the world isn’t enough to rip away my attraction and need for him. I lean up just enough to catch his lips, my arms twining around his shoulders so I can jerk him down to me; bringing him close enough for my tongue to once again find that split in his upper lip. That makes him moan like he’s gone feral.
I lick over it again, my movements small and teasing while my tongue occasionally dips into his mouth. When my licks break it open, however, and fresh blood seeps between my lips, he doesn’t give me the opportunity to apologize. His groan becomes a snarl, and he slams his lips against mine to turn whatever this is into a real, earnest kiss.
Then he proceeds to devour me like he’s trying to suck out my soul through my lips. Distantly I can hear and feel him struggling with his jeans, and within less than a minute I hear the distinctive sound of them hitting the floor.
“Fuck, Saylor,” Jed pants, pulling away with lips smeared with red. “I can’t believe you exist.” He lunges back down again, but this time, instead of going for my mouth, his tongue licks a line up my throat, only for him to follow it again with nipping, grazing teeth.
It’s not normal. My stomach prickles with excitement and fear while he licks and nips my skin, giving both sides of my neck a thorough taste before he moves further downward.
“Are you—” I begin, but again he cuts me off.
“Tasting every inch of your perfect skin,” he purrs, like it was obvious all along. “I love the way you taste, Saylor. Especially right here.” He strokes his tongue over my nipple, over and overuntil I’m a whining, twisting mess under him and my nipple is stiff under his mouth.
He finally moves to the other, his fingers and tongue quickly doing the same to it before he sits up just enough to readjust and kneel between my thighs. His eyes tell me exactly what he’s planning, and I can barely breathe when anticipation closes my throat.
“But I think you know what my favorite part of you is?” His grips my thighs like he had that first time, and his thumbs stroke over both sides of my slit, eyes never leaving mine. A whimper leaves my throat, desperate and needy, and that only causes his smile to widen.
“I just want you to know in advance,” he tells me, fingers swiping over my clit. “That I’m not going to stop until you come with my tongue deep in your cunt. I’m going to taste every inch of your pussy while you come, Saylor. You got that?”
But it’s obviously a rhetorical question, because in the next second he’s leaning down, mouth open as he breathes against my pussy. Even that is enough to make me yelp, though it’s more in anticipation than anything else before he seals his lips against my body, his tongue flicking out to tease at my entrance. He isn’t satisfied with that, however. His mouth moves, sliding up my slick folds until he can kiss and nip at my clit before running his tongue over it just like he had the rest of me. I twist, writhing as my hand flies down to tangle in his hair. Not that he minds, or notices.
Especially when he seals his mouth over my clit and sucks it into his mouth, causing me to let out a surprised scream. It only encourages him, though. He sucks harder, teeth grazing against it, before pulling back with an audible, wet sound as he looks up at me with a ravenous, toothy grin.
“You’re the best thing I’ve ever tasted,” Jed purrs, going back in to suck on my clit once more. He repeats that twice, sendingme nearly into a coma with the intensity of the feeling. I try to move my hips, to close them or at the very least flex my legs, but his iron-tight grip isn’t letting me go anywhere.
“And I’m not just saying that.” He’s panting the next time he speaks, but he licks a stripe up my cunt in between his words. “Out of everything andeveryoneI’ve tried?” he waits for me to look at him, my eyes wide and my thighs trembling. “This is the one thing I’ll never be able to get enough of.”
When his tongue plunges into me, I see stars. He thrusts it into my entrance, deeper than what I think should be possible, and his fingers join in the action as he messily eats me out. He’s as thorough as humanly possible, that’s for sure, and when my thighs start to shake, the best I can do is whimper and reach down with my other hand, fingers brushing against his flexing jaws.
Somehow, even with his fingers in my pussy, he’s still able to hold me down. Even when I writhe and twist and beg for him to give me a second, that it’s too much, he just doubles down, I swear. His movements push me into the bed, hard, until I’m breathless from how good it feels as the too-much, too-fast sensation drags me toward the edge of my sanity.
My orgasm hits me so hard and so suddenly, that I really do scream. The sound morphs into a wail somewhere in the middle, but with my thighs held down and spread open, all I can do is clench around his tongue and keen while his tongue plunges into me, his nose rubbing my clit enough for it to send matching sparks of sensation through my body.
Jed makes good on his word. He doesn’t stop as I come, his tongue and fingers dragging out my orgasm for longer than I could ever imagine. He’s not quiet, either, with his sounds of appreciation and the wet sounds of his mouth being both a turn on and humiliating as he eats me out.
I nearly scream again when he goes back for my clit once my orgasm is starting to fade, but his mouth sucking and tugging on the sensitive bud has my eyes screwed shut, my head thrown back. I’m sure I’m about to black out and never wake up again.
“Saylor,” I hear him growl, and it’s enough for me to open my eyes in time to see him wipe his arm across his soaking wet face. He watches my every movement, tongue flicking out to lick his lips. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but it’s clear the universe made you for me.” He lunges forward, quick as a viper, to crush his lips to mine again, and this time I can taste my release on his lips while his fingers grip my thighs, yanking them wider apart.
“Are you going to?—”
“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t see straight,” he growls against my throat.
All I can do at that is laugh, tiredly. “I already can’t see straight.”
“Then I’ll fuck you until you can’t see at all.” He plunges into me hard enough that I cry out, and my fingers find his shoulders, nails sinking into his skin. “That’s right,” he encourages, fucking into me immediately with no mercy. Not that I’ve asked for any, or intend to. “Hold me just like that. Make me bleed, princess. Mark me as yours.” His encouragements never stop, though sometimes he falls back into reminding me how good I taste while he fucks me into oblivion.
“I’m going to come in your sweet, tight pussy,” he informs me in a low, growling pant. “You know how much I love it when you’re full and dripping.”