“Oh, f**k, s-stop—” Her nails raked across my arm. I was bleeding and some of it dropped over her chest. “Stop talking—”
I carried her. She barely had time to regain her footing before I slammed her to the wall and thrusted upward. I went in deeper, feeling her clench around me.
A moan escaped my lips as my tongue dragged itself over every drop of my blood on her body. “You’re talking. I’m not doing a good job.”
“You’re doing too good of a f*****g job—!”
I grabbed her hips, pulling her till she was using her hands on the wall to steady herself and shoved myself in.
Deeper. Deeper. So she’d never forget your name.
“Deep. Deep. Deep—”
“Stop—” I thrust in harder. “Talking—” Harder. “And—” Harder. “Let—” Harder. “Do—” Harder. “My—” Harder. “Job.”
Her scream echoed through the place w
