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unsure of how to finish.
     
    With one hand holding her arms in place, I place the other pointer finger to her lips to shush her. Instead, she goes bold. She opens her mouth wide, enough for me to slip it in. I feel her tongue rest up against the pads of my skin before something sharp penetrates the skin. Her teeth bite into my flesh. I can practically sense the blood pooling to the cut she’s made. I pull it out quickly, and hold it to my face. Just out of view, I can see her smile devilishly.
     
    I put the finger in my own mouth, and the taste of the mix of metallic blood, her lipstick, and a combination of our salvia. Nothing has ever tasted so good to me in my entire life. Even our bodies seem to synch together in ways I didn’t think possible.
     
    I return my attention to her body, which is still laying under me. Her skin glows, as the pale streetlights outside shine in through the open window. My head dips down towards her chest, but I take my time, teasing her. I kiss the side of her neck gently, and I feel her coo beneath me. I do the same to the opposite side, dragging my bottom lip up the nape of her neck to just behind her earlobe, softly breathing on her, feeling her goosebumps rise up beneath my chin.
     
    She’s enjoying the hell out of this. I can tell by the way that she lifts her hips to me, resting them against the growing bulge in my pants. Sierra twists her hips upwards and moves them side to side, just like a private, slow dance. I push down harder on her, controlling her every move. It’s not that I don’t want her to be pleasured…it’s that I want to tell her when and how to feel it.
     
    Pressing down on her light frame only seems to make it worse though. She sighs, muttering what sounds like a command in Spanish underneath her breath, as her head cocks up and I have to follow her to her new position. She’s being a little too bold, so I yank her arms down—not hard enough to hurt her, but definitely enough to make my point—and wrap my left hand gently around her the curve of her neck.
     
    “You wanna get, off, huh?” I snarl, looking deeply into her eyes. I place the same finger from earlier back in my mouth, wetting it between my lips. I then trace my finger along her tits, circling the nipples gently. “Is that what you want?” I ask, my voice almost a whisper now. I remove my hand from her throat and quickly take her right nipple between my thumb and index finger and twist. She cries out in pleasure and pain, but she doesn’t speak. “Oh, you like that, do you?” I breathe into her ear. “Yeah. You like it. You like it a little rough, don’tcha?” I grab her left nipple and do the same, this time twisting it further. She yelps, and I flash an evil grin. “Yeah. You’re a not that innocent, are you? You must like it rough.”
     
    She doesn’t say a word, only looks deeply into my eyes, flashing me a look that says come fuck me . But I don’t. I want to take my time with her. Instead, I pull the rest of her dress off, tossing it to the side of the bed in a heap. Her white cotton panties come next, revealing even more of her tanned and toned body.
     
    Sierra shies away, turning that blush color, as I look over her. Those wide, brown eyes, like deep pools of coffee, dancing with almost amused delight.
     
    I run my rough hands over her, feeling her shoulders, her tits, her stomach, her legs. I take in every inch. Not a scar or crack on her. No tattoos like the other girls I know. No bruises or needle pricks. She’s as pure as snow and as soft as ice cream. But to my touch, she’s warm enough to swim in. In the dark, I find her calves, slender and muscular, a runner’s calves, and feel the blood rush to my cock as I make my way up the legs towards her sex. My hand finally comes to a rest on her slit. And she breathes, inhaling so loudly I have to stop to look at her.
     
    I want to ask her if she’s okay, if this is wrong. But she is somewhere off in another world. Her