“And this is supposed to sustain you?”

Caitlyn’s voice wobbles as she talks, neck craned to the side as your tongue rolls over her thrumming pulse; the slick sound of saliva against skin making her squirm.

She’s always been a sensitive around her throat. She wouldn’t have even let you near it until now. Now that she’s got no reason but to.

She wouldn’t even had been in this situation if she hadn’t come home earlier. It would’ve been a nice surprise for you, if you hadn’t currently been sucking the life out of a young woman. Gum deep in throat, the endless flow of blood staining the carpet beneath.

She’d have to replace the whole damn flooring. Fuck.

Swallowing, she nudges down the loosened collar of her shirt farther down her shoulder—top half practically naked as she sits before you. She’s always looks delicious. You could just eat her up. Right here and now.

And, in a way, you will.

“It’s going to hurt, isn’t it?”