Emily’s eyes widen, pupils blown, as she watches me drag the knife down her body until it hovers in line with her wet heat.
My free hand braces on the countertop beside her head, caging her in.
“Tell me to stop, Angel.”
She doesn’t. Her hips shift, lifting just slightly—enough for the handle to brush her clit.
Her soft moan fills the room, tangling with our laboured breaths.
Tilting the handle, I work it slowly inside her, my blood mixing with her juices to ease the intrusion.
Her lips part, head tipping back as her hips grind, cravingfriction.
I shove the mask up. My mouth crashes into hers as I continue moving the knife. She gasps against my lips, my tongue sliding inside.
The blade keeps biting into my palm as I thrust the handle in and out of her. But it isn’t just blood making my hand wet—she’s dripping, arousal coating the knife and sliding down her thighs.
“Fall apart for me, Angel.”
Her hips buck, eyes fluttering closed as she chases release.
The handle moves easily inside her now, and I quicken my pace.
She cries out—nonsensical, garbled.
“I—I need to pee,” she gasps, eyes flying open with panic.
“Let it out,” I murmur.
“Eli!”
“It’s okay. I’ve got you.”
Emily screams, and then liquid gushes over my hand, splashing onto the floor.
I don’t stop, wringing every last tremor from her.
“Oh my god,” Emily breathes when I finally pull the knife from her tight heat.
She stares at the floor in shock. “Did I just—?”
“Squirt all over my knife?” I say lightly. “Yeah. I’m never washing that again.”
She laughs, thinking I’m joking—until I lift the handle to my mouth and drag my tongue along it, savouring the taste of her cum. My eyes close, a groan tearing from my chest. “Delicious.”
“Eli—”
“We’re not done here, Angel.”
She stares at me.
“On your knees.”
Slowly, using the island for support, she sinks down in front of me.
What a sight.
My fingers hook into her jaw as I slip the mask back into place. “Such a good girl.”