The Culmination (32 page)

I pull her to a sitting position, remove her nightgown, and assess her naked torso in the moonlight.

Holy fuck, she’s a work of art. Mother Earth. Demeter. I lay her onto her back and lay soft kisses on her C-section scar. “
Besitos
for your booboo,” I say.

She exhales again, clearly trying to force herself to relax.

I kiss the faded scar on her ribcage, the only visible reminder of what those bastards at The Club did to Sarah in that bathroom at U Dub.

“
Besitos
for your booboo
,
” I say again.

She shudders.

I work my way up from her ribcage to her bountiful, dripping breasts—and holy fuck, it’s like her skin is covered in a thin layer of sweet cream. It’s all I can do not to take her nipple into my mouth and give it a good strong suck. But I don’t. All in good time. I pull at her panties again, this time forcefully.

She arches her back into me. “Jonas,” she begins—and it’s not clear if that’s meant to halt or encourage me.

“Shh,” I say. “Relax. This is turning me on.”

With her undies off, I spread her smooth thighs and the unmistakable scent of Sarah, the scent I’ve literally dreamed about, floods me. But this time, for the first time ever, that delectable aroma is tinged with something brand new—the one fragrance I’ve been hardwired to recoil from since as long as I can remember.

And yet. I don’t recoil. Not at all. I feel nothing but hard and turned on and ready to chow down. I reach gently between her legs and touch her tip. It’s erect—hard and slippery against my fingertip. And
wet.
Soaking wet.

Sarah moans softly at my touch. “Jonas.”

Normally, I’d probably kiss her mouth for a bit while massaging her magical G-spot deep inside her. But, obviously, I can’t touch her G-spot right now. Doctor’s orders. No penetration, not even fingers, the doctor said. All righty then. Fuck it. I lean in and lap at her pussy with the full expanse of my tongue, and she lets out a loud groan.

The wetness against my tongue is thick and slick, a different texture than usual. And the taste is something new, too—salty and sweet, with a vague hint of metallic. It’s actually pleasant to the taste—primal.

She arches her back into me and that’s it. I’m gone. Totally in the zone.

“A” is for Sarah’s glorious ass. A... A... A.

“A” is for the
awe
-inspiring
ass
that belongs to me.
Propiedad de Jonas Faraday,
her ass cheek proclaims. Damn straight.

A... A... A.

Fuck you, Will, you motherfucking
asswipe
—or should I call you “2Real,” you little bitch? Sarah belongs to me, her cocky-bastard-
asshole-
motherfucker.

A... A ... A, my tongue tells Sarah. I’m an asshole. And she loves it.

I grab my cock and pump on it as I continue to lick. Oh yeah, this is good.

B... B... B.

“B” is for my baby.

“Jonas,” Sarah breathes. She’s already writhing.

C is for my baby’s cunt. My favorite meal of the day—any time, cooked any way. Well, shit. Apparently, I like my cunt prepared rare. Because this is fucking delicious.

Sarah spreads her thighs wider and groans.

The lyrics of the Coldplay song are spurring me on. Oh yeah. C... C... C. “C” is for Coldplay.

D... D... D. “You’re the man of my
dreams
,” she’s told me a thousand times. That’s right, baby. Fuck yeah, I am.

E... E... E. Because you’re my
everything,
Sarah.

Sarah makes The Sound, my favorite sound in the world. I grab her hips and ferociously pull her into me. She widens her legs yet again and screams loudly, gripping my hair feverishly.

I grip my cock and pump myself forcefully, continuing to lick her furiously as I do.

She’s never been this wet before, or tasted this sweet. I can feel her wetness oozing out of her, lining my lips, chin, and cheeks. I feel like a lion devouring my prey. And it’s turning me the fuck on.

F... F... F.

I want to
fuck
your brains out, Sarah
Faraday
. Oh God, how I want to
fuck
you, Mrs.
Faraday
. All
fucking
night long.
Fuck
yeah, I do.

G... G... G.

You’re the
goddess
and the muse Sarah Cruz.

Oh, wow. My baby loves her some “G” tonight. That’s a new favorite letter.

I continue pumping my shaft, licking her voraciously.

G... G ... G.

You’re the stars in my
galaxy.
Oh yes, baby, come on. G... G ... G. You’re
gorgeous
, baby.
Glorious
.

I give my baby some g...g... g, too, just for good measure. Because the
goddess
and the muse deserves nothing less.

Sarah gasps for air and stiffens—and two seconds later, before I can even think about giving her some “H,” her clit, and everything connected to it, seizes violently under my tongue.

I groan and pump my shaft harder as her body warps against me, slurping her up and burrowing my tongue even deeper inside her, as far as it will go. My nose, chin, and lips are buried in her, drenched in her. I burrow my face deeper and deeper into her, devouring her, and lick her as deeply as my tongue will go, even as she orgasms all around me.

I’m being baptized in her blood.

I’m reborn.

H... H... H.

Because I’m a
hungry
boy tonight. With a gigantic
hard-on.

I keep on licking, right through her seizure, something I never do. Usually, I’d be fucking her right now—plunging into her warm wetness with a loud groan—but tonight that’s not an option. So I might as well keep on going.

I twirl my tongue around and around and around, over and over, grunting and groaning into her, pulling her body forcefully into my face, my hand working savagely on myself as I do.

I... I... I.

I love you, baby. Oh, how, how I love every inch of you.

J... J... J.

“J” is for—

“Jonas!” she screams, convulsing violently with her second climax. “Jonas, oh my God.
Yes
.” I slip my fingers between her ass cheeks just in time to feel her anus contracting with her orgasm—and my cock lurches at the sensation.

I crawl up to her mouth and kiss her fervently, and she receives me hungrily, running her hands through my hair and bucking underneath me.

Under any other circumstance, I’d fuck her brains out right now, of course, I would, and so deep and hard we’d come together for her third time. But that’s not an option right now. So I might as well keep going.

I reach down and touch her clit, kissing her mouth furiously as I do, and my cock jolts when I feel how hard and slippery and enlarged it is. I twirl it around and around with my fingertip as my lips migrate from her mouth to her neck and collarbone and finally find their way to her engorged breast, where the scent of breast milk sends me into a frenzy. I twirl her hard nipple around with my tongue for a brief moment, but I can’t resist another second. Without warning, I take her nipple into my mouth and suck on her like I’m trying to detach her nipple from her breast—swirling her hard clit around with my fingertip as I suck. When warm, sweet liquid gushes into my mouth, I practically convulse, and Sarah groans so loudly, in any other context, I’d think she was in horrible pain.

Sarah begins screaming at the top of her lungs and bucking wildly, and her pussy suddenly begins rippling under my fingertips.

“Holy
fuck
,” she says through gritted teeth. “Oh my God.”

That’s three orgasms in a row by my count. But there’s no rest for the wicked.

I take her other nipple into my mouth and give that one a good, strong suck, too, and she gasps loudly as warm milk floods my mouth again.

Oh, Jesus. I’m so turned on, I’m delirious.

Blood on the sheets.

Fuck yeah, blood on the sheets. And on my lips, nose, chin, and tongue.

I feel a near-desperate urge to plunge myself into her and fuck her so hard and deep she cries. But since that’s not possible, I crawl back down between her legs and plunge my tongue into her pussy again, penetrating her as deep as my tongue will go, eating her alive, sucking her, devouring her, lapping up the thick, sweet liquid covering every inch of her—and jerking myself off voraciously as I do it.

She shudders into my mouth, yet again, howling as she does, and finally twitches powerfully one last time with a long, low wail.

I look up at her from between her legs, my chest heaving, my hand working up and down my shaft.

I’m fucking losing my mind. I don’t feel human. I’m a beast in the wild. A shark. A lion. Jesus God, I’m a sick fuck.
And I like it
. Everything about this moment turns me the fuck on, and I don’t give a fuck if it’s normal or not.

I get out of the bed and scoop her up into my arms, adrenaline flooding me. I’m free. I’m not tethered anymore. Blood on the sheets. Blood on the tile. Blood on the floor. It doesn’t matter anymore. Fuck you, Blood. Blood in my mouth and on my lips.
Fuck yeah
.

In the bathroom, I flip on the light, still holding her in my arms, and turn to face the mirror. We’re both completely smeared with her blood, from the tips of our noses all the way down to our thighs—as if some mad painter has used our skin as his living canvas.

“Holy... ,” she says, staring at our ghastly reflections.

I don’t respond. I just stare at us, my cock throbbing.

Blood on the sheets.

Blood on my lips.

Blood on my tongue.

Sarah touches my bare chest and bites my shoulder. “You’re a sexy fucking beast, Jonas Faraday. Holy shit.”

I can’t take my eyes off the vision in the mirror.

Blood on my chin.

Blood on my nose.

Fuck you, Blood.

She’s right. I’m a beast. A savage beast. An animal. My cock is a weapon of mass destruction. My lips are covered in her blood and milk and her delicious juices. My chest is marked with my religion and smeared with the blood of my righteous battle.

I bare my teeth at myself in the mirror and my cock twitches at the sight of myself. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. I’m a fucking shark. No, I’m a
megalodon
. I’m prehistorically wired to eat and fuck and nothing else. Fuck yeah, I am.
Fuck yeah.

My whole life, the Blood has come after me and rendered me powerless. Since age seven, the Blood has turned me into a cowering pussy. But now I’ve come after the Blood. I’ve made the Blood my bitch. Fuck yeah, I have.
Fuck yeah.

After a moment, I grab her hand and press it against my bare chest, right over the spray of stars adorning my flesh—right over the sticky blood smeared across my flesh. “Do you understand now?” I say, my voice straining, my cock throbbing. I track her fingertips through a large streak of blood above my left nipple. “I crave every inch of you, Sarah—
every fucking drop
—no matter what it is.
No matter what
.”

She nods, her eyes blazing.

“There’s nothing between us anymore. No dark spaces. No secrets. No room for doubt. We’re one and the same. Your body is mine. Your pain is mine. Your pleasure is mine.
Your blood is mine
.”

She nods.

“‘Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies,’” I say, quoting Aristotle.

She nods again, this time with eyes like hot coals.

Oh my God, I want to fuck this woman. To within an inch of her fucking life. Holy fuck. And yet, irony of ironies, I can’t do it tonight. Or any time soon. All I can do is lather her in the shower gently, tuck her safely into bed, and then wack myself off under the hot water,
again,
for the twentieth time since we’ve been home from the hospital.

I carry her into the shower, turn on the hot water, and reach for the shower gel—but Sarah has another idea. Of course, she does. Because she’s Sarah Fucking Cruz. Orgasma the All-Powerful. OAP Cruz. Wordlessly, she slides out of my arms, kneels down in front of me, and voraciously takes the full length of my hard cock into her mouth.

Halle-fucking-lujah.
She’s back.

Immediately, I’m a ravenous beast, gripping her hair and gyrating my entire pelvis into her hungry mouth. Oh man, I’ve never fucked her mouth quite like this before, but based on her throat’s reception to me, she can handle it.

I look down and every goddamned thing I see makes me want to come into her voracious mouth. My cock thrusting in and out of her hungry lips. That bright red stream of blood trailing out of her kneeling body and swirling across the marble tiles and down the drain. Her olive skin glistening under the hot water. Her engorged breasts and erect nipples, bouncing softly with the movement of her bobbing head. Oh yeah. I push myself into her harder, fucking her mouth with urgent zeal. It’s been a long fucking time since I’ve enjoyed this sensation. Oh my God. This is good.

I pull on her hair roughly and bear down on her harder than I should, plowing my cock deeper into her throat than I’ve ever gone.

But she’s up to the task, groaning with pleasure as my cock slams into the farthest reaches of her throat. When I finally erupt into her mouth like a fucking volcano, roaring loudly as I do, Sarah guzzles me down like she’s a sorority girl doing a beer bong—and when I’m all done convulsing, she keeps sucking on me like she’s trying to coax the last drops of a milkshake through a straw.

When she’s finally done sucking me dry, I lean my back against the shower wall, gathering myself. “Holy fuck,” I say, my chest rising and falling. “Fucking amazing, baby.”

I look down at her below me, too overcome to say anything more.

She smiles up at me but doesn’t speak.

We stare at each other for a long moment, the hot water battering us, blood continuing to streak across the shower floor from between her legs.