Feathers That Bleed

by Sana Khatri

“Come here,” I order. She turns and reaches me, then levels herself to me. I grab her by the throat, and catch her gasp against my palm. “You’re such a good girl, aren’t you, sweetheart?” I say, then grin when she makes a sound. “Open up for me.” She parts her lips, and I slide my fingers into her mouth. Her cheeks hollow as she eagerly sucks my cum off them, and when I push them in deeper, she loosens her jaw and takes them to the very back of her throat. “Fucking perfect.” I pull my hand back, then bring her closer before crashing my mouth to hers. She tastes and smells like me, and kisses me back like I’m her only source of sustenance. I let go of her throat and pull her flush against me, then sit down on the floor. She straddles me and continues kissing me, bunching my hair up in a painful grip. “God, I wish your dead mother is watching us right now from whatever pit of hell she’s in,” I say, then bite her bottom lip before sucking on it. “Imagine her body turning in her fucking grave, restless at the sight of us soiling her cashmere carpet,” Cignette adds, then laughs. I snort, then chuckle. “I’m sure we make a hot sight, though, so at least there’s that.” She smiles down at me, and it’s the kind of thing that tugs at you; moves something inside you because it means more than you can put into words. “The best,” she corrects me, then presses her lips to mine, engulfing me in her warmth.