He immediately tried to force my face down, towards his hardened self, but I silently refused.Why do men always want to force a blowjob? I understand how good it can feel to fucked by a mouth, butdon’t they realize how much better a wet pussy feels?Despite my hopes to have a decent random fuck, it seemed I wasn’t as lucky as I thought and would have to do my best to make it count.
“Bite me,” I breathed, leaning forward, kissing his neck as I wrapped my hand around his cock, stroking it with ease.
“What?” he asked, sputtering the words as my hand pressed harder, causing him to moan, his fingers digging into my skin.Yes.
“Bite me,” I repeated, quickening my pace along his extended shaft. “Just trust me. Here.” I pointed with my free hand, tapping my neck. “Bite me here.”
The man continued to gasp and moan, thrusting into my grasp, the warmth of his pre-cum dripping into my palm. His mouth tried to kiss mine, but I dodged his lips, purposely avoiding them. I tossed my hair over my shoulder, exposing my skin as I waited, still stroking him.Just bite me.He hesitated, leaning forward as he dropped his hand from my throat and held my shoulders. I was excited at the feel of his hot breath along myskin, inching closer, pressing his wet cock against my sternum, rubbing him faster as I felt my wetness grow. He opened his mouth wide, his teeth reflecting the moonlight as they hovered over me.Yes.Do it now. Bite me. Do it!
I must’ve pushed him too far with my eagerness and stroking, because he began to moan louder, his fingers digging deeper into my skin. He pushed hard, suddenly ejaculating against my bare chest, thrusting his cock along my stomach as he did so. I had to force my mouth shut, bracing for the impact of his hot, sticky cum as it covered me.What the fuck?My hand immediately let go of his softening cock in disgust as I leaned back, pissed at what just happened.
The man’s chest heaved, moving as he breathed rapidly, smiling. “God,” he breathed. “Now that–thatfelt amazing!” He laughed, puffing his words, fist pumping into the air. I raised an eyebrow, scoffing as I grabbed his shirt, dipping it in the ocean water and cleaning myself off. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he snapped, his torso lifting as he sat up. “That’s my shirt.”
“And?” I sneered, wiping the overzealous amount of his cum from my skin.
“Stop that,” he growled. “Stop fucking doing that. That’s disgusting!” He quickly rose to his feet, pushing me aside as he snatched the wet, wadded up shirt from my hands.
I stood, chuckling at his toxic masculinity. “Oh, so it’s okay formeto just walk around with your jizz spewed all over my stomach and chest, butyoucan’t handle a little cum on your shirt? Cool.” I rolled my eyes.
“Please. I bet you’re used to just walking around with some random dude’s cum smeared all over your face, wearing it like some sick badge of honor around your slutty friends.” He shook his head, toying with his shirt as he adjusted his jeans.
I cocked my head, my tongue pre-sharpened with a ready response. “At least thoseother dudescan control themselves long enough to get their dicks wet and actually fuck me. But let’s be honest, even if you did somehow manage to hold out long enough, I doubt you could even make me come. Virgins have more experience than you.” Before I could blink, the man swung, his fist hitting me hard in my stomach. I toppled back, falling to the ground as sand and ocean water splashed my body. I groaned in pain, my body aching from the brutal impact.
“Fucking skank,” the man spat, turning to walk away.
My eyes burned from the sea salt, straining as they spotted the glass beer bottle sitting in the sand. I smiled, gripping it tightly. “You know, you’re the one who sought me out.” I sighed, forcing myself to stand and face him, concealing the bottle. He turned, looking at me with annoyance. “You must be really unlucky.”
“Oh yeah? Why is that?” he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Because you really fucked with the wrong skank.” I grinned.
His face twisted in confusion, his low intelligence unable to keep up with my words. I swung my arm, fiercely slamming the thick glass bottle against his skull. It shattered instantly, slicing his face, leaving an impressively large gash as the remnants crumbled onto the beach. The man screamed, pressing his hand against the deep wound and stumbling as he fell back. Trails of blood poured from the lesion, dripping down his skin.
“What the fuck?” he cried, whimpering like a baby. I couldn’t help but giggle, amused by the drop of his fake, harsh persona as he desperately clamored around in the sand, trying to stand.
He rotated, clawing at the mounds of sands, trying to escape…but I was quicker andfarmore experienced in moments such as this. I yelled, lunging towards him, aggressively driving the broken edge of the bottle into the back of his leg as itripped his jeans and dug into his flesh. He hollered, screaming out in agony, his bloodied face hitting the sand as I dragged the broken glass down his calf, disabling him from running away. His bloodshot eyes glared back at me, filled with terror, pleading for me to let him go. I yanked the bottle from his flesh, blood spewing from the gnarly gash. I remained there, staring at the color of the liquid as it poured from his exposed flesh.
“Wow. Your blood is beautiful in the moonlight,” I stated, poking at the gaping hole in his calf, mesmerized as I watched new blood appear. The man flinched at my painful curiosity, begging me to let him go, attempting to crawl back towards the direction of the bonfire. “Oh,” I tsked, standing as I kicked him onto his back. “But see, youwantedthis. You wanted me to have sex with you.” I grinned, tossing the bloody beer bottle aside and reaching my hand into my back pocket. His eyes widened as I flipped something metallic, revealing my balisong butterfly knife—my trusty little friend. “You know, we still could do it, if you want,” I spoke in an innocent baby voice, my eyes wide while standing over him.
“W-what?” he gasped, blood dripping down his face, mixing with his tears.
“Fuck,” I snapped, my normal voice returned. “God, the lengths a woman has to go through just to get off. You already got to come, so now it’s my turn.” I plopped down on his midriff, my legs spread around him. “What do you say?” I asked in my innocent voice. “Care to help a girl get off?” I batted my lashes, biting my lip as my knife pointed into his neck. I leaned closer, kissing his cheek, licking the tear-soaked blood from his skin. “Mhm. Salty.” I smiled, giggling against this flesh. “How did you know I was a savory girl?”
“Y-you’re a f-fucking psycho!” he cried out, and my smile instantly faded away.
I leaned back, frustrated both emotionally and sexually. “Seriously?” I grabbed his bloodied hand and forced it to touch my bare chest, his blood smearing along my flesh. “Do you realize how many people would kill to have sex with this?” I motioned to my torso with the knife. “Wow, no pun intended, but let’s just saya lot, considering I’ve had to murder a few of them myself.”
He ripped his arm free from my grasp, revolted by me. “Get the fuck off m—” I aimed my blade at his jugular, his words silencing as the veins in his neck bulged, pulsating with fear.
“Bummer,” I sighed.
My blade pierced his flesh, digging deep as I took my time drawing it outwards and up towards his ear before circling back and reaching the other, all while he gasped, choking on his own blood as it filled his mouth and pooled from the corners of his lips out onto the sand.Why do they always say no?I continued to carve out his skin, my hands resting on his chest as I observed his life quickly fade away. I always enjoyed this part—when their pupils enlarged as those last few seconds of life escaped their lungs and danced from their lips. “Oh, I almost forgot!” I dropped my knife, reaching into my other back pocket and retrieving a small tube of lipstick. I removed the cap and rotated the tube, sliding the makeup into view and admiring the color; Cherry Tomato, my absolute favorite.
I delicately slid the color along my lips, my motions perfected from repeated practice as I prepared to leave my signature mark. The sound of water lightly splashing behind me startled me as I whipped my head around, straining to see in the darkness. I stared out into the ocean and noticed tiny ripples along the surface.Odd.I felt as though I was being watched.Better hurry. I quickly shook the eerie feeling away and leaned down, holding my hair back as I kissed the man’s cheek. I had left behind the perfect lip stain, my signature kiss of death.
“There.” I grinned, examining his bloodied body. My fingers traced the bony structure of his face, pleased with myself. “Now you’re perfect.” I booped his nose, staring at his fearful expression, forever frozen in this telling moment. “Had you not been such an ass, you could still be alive and having sex with me right now.” I sighed. “Such a pity. And you had such a nice dick too.” My hands shuffled down his pants, pulling his cock from beneath his jeans, admiring it in my palm. It aroused me still, despite its lack of belonging to a beating heart. “What a waste.” I had a sudden urge to kiss the tip of his cock and say a sweet goodbye, but as my hand squeezed harder, the last few drops of his jizz seeped out, instantly putting me off on the idea. “Oh well.” I slapped his cock, watching it bounce, smirking as I stood and grabbed my things.
I skipped further along the beach, soaking up the night, inhaling the scent of the sea when the metallic tang of his blood hit my nose. I glanced down at myself, noticing smears of the man’s blood along my skin, feeling the now crusty remnants of his ejaculation along my stomach. I sighed, annoyed.Why do hook-ups always lead to murder? And why does it have to be so messy?
