Jack
Nicholas might have forbidden me from my favorite toys, but there was something beautiful about watching her skin redden where I marked her. The vibrant red clashing with her paleness.
"Arch your back more," I demanded. I emphasized my words with a slap to her blossoming red ass. I wanted to sink my teeth into it. Her juices coated my mouth. All I wanted was to take her, take all of her. But I was enjoying this moment before.
Erina obeyed me, arching her back up like a cat. "Like this?" she questioned, glancing over her shoulder and worrying her bottom lip.
If she wasn't careful, she'd cause that thin skin to split and her blood would pool on that little lip of hers. I closed my eyes, moaning at the imagery. I wouldn't spill enough to kill or hurt. No, I'd focus on just
