Michael would never tell you, but he kept track of your cycle. At this point he could basically smell it on you. The two of you had come home after a fancy dinner, and you were standing in the bathroom taking off your makeup. You felt him come up behind you and he helped you let your hair down, brushing his fingers through the strands gently. “You looked so beautiful tonight.” He said into your neck as he left gentle kisses along your soft skin. His hand ran down your arm and into the front of your pants, the other holding your hip to keep you steady. You didn’t have time to warn him before he was teasing your core.
You were especially sensitive during your cycle, hips bucking at the feeling of his fingertips on your most private area. He continued to tease you, fingers slowly circling your clit before he gave you what you really needed. His fingers easily slipped inside of you, your blood coating his fingers, and he moaned from deep in his chest. ”You’re so wet for me, angel.” He cooed. He teased you with slow, shallow thrusts before removing his hand from your pants and bringing it into your field of vision. You immediately felt your cheeks warm when you saw his fingers coated in blood.
“Michael, I’m-,“ you began to apologize, but he cut you off. Bringing his fingers to his lips, He sucked them clean in the mirror, making direct eye contact with your reflection. He groaned, “Mm, your blood tastes incredible mixed with your wetness, my love.” He all but ripped your pants off as he turned you to face him, setting you on the counter before falling to his knees. He devoured your cunt with mirth, licking up every drop of blood he could. It didn’t take you long to come, but that didn’t stop his selfish ministrations.
“You greedy slut, you’ve been keeping this from me for too long.” He growled against you, forcing three orgasms from you before finally easing up. Tears were running down your cheeks from pure overstimulation, and his relentless tongue had left you twitching at the lightest touch. Only pulling away when his mouth and chin were coated with your blood, He slipped your panties back on and wiped your tears away, kissing you. You moaned wantonly, tasting the copper of blood and the sweetness of your release. This would be the last time you were ever shy about your period.
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