Feral

I grip them by the hair and pull up. My hard clit falls out of their mouth as they rise to their feet. A thin stream of saliva drips down their chin. I stand with them, pushing my chair away with my heel.

They look me in the eyes, tears glistening in the flickering candlelight.

I tighten my grip on their hair. It isn’t as if I was not enjoying myself. I was getting close to coming in their mouth, but that wasn’t what I wanted. I need to take over, to be more in charge than I felt with them kneeling between my thighs with my skirt pushed up to my hips and my clit between their lips.

It all happens in the blink of an eye. One moment I am just standing behind them, lovingly chatting about what we both want and the next my tits are pressed against their back and my hand is around their throat. I sink my teeth into their trapezius muscle and bite down until I’m sure I’m bruising them.

They gasp and twist to the right and try to duck out of my hold. Their fist comes down like a hammer into my side as my teeth slip off of their muscle.