My fingers brush across each buttock, digging my fingers at her opening. I stretch her ass so I have a perfect view of everything she has to offer.
My lips press against each cheek, gently kissing my way to her exposed holes and nipping at her cheeks. Her breathing is getting faster. I feel her legs tremor beneath my touch. My tongue slides through the crack between her pussy and her asshole, getting the sweet taste of her pussy on my tongue as I drive my tongue roughly to the centre of her asshole, dipping my tongue inside, her moans come fast, pushing in and out of her tiny little opening I suck and lick my way to heaven and the moans of pleasure fill the air but still she says nothing.
My hands roll up her back massaging every single part of her, her body relaxes once more, finding her shoulders I add pressure, letting her enjoy the feel of my rough hands as I take all the stress from her body.
“Turn over and don’t take the mask off.” I whisper in her ear and she obeys, just like a good little bird.
My eyes roam across her body. Fuck, I just wanted to sink my cock in her and finally give into the urges that had been clawing through my body since I’d first set eyes on her.
My eyes dart around her perfect little body and I’m struggling with where to touch her first. Her perfect breasts sit there invitingly. Taking my tongue, I slide it across her nipple. Once again, she freezes.
I can feel her trembling. I’m not sure if it’s from fear or pleasure. God, I hope it’s both because this little bird would get it all.
My lips wrap around her peaked nipple. I’d barely touched her and her nipples were hard, inviting, begging to be played with.
My lips wrap around her pretty little bud and I suck her into my mouth. This time I don’t feel her freeze, she feels relaxed, her breathing is erratic. I wonder how wet my little bird is for me.
My tongue slides across her nipple in circles, as my hand roams between her legs, touching her inner thighs lightly as I make my way between the apex of her thighs.
God, she feels good.
My fingers slide further up and I feel her legs shake, her whole body tremors beneath my touch and I finally slide my fingers up her soaking wet pussy lips.
“Oh, you’re dripping for me.” I whisper, and she doesn’t say anything. The only noise that comes from her pretty little mouth is a whimper.
My fingers move up and down, her sloppy wetness coating my fingers and her thighs with her sweet nectar.
“Spread your legs.” I growl.
She stills, frozen to the spot, her little gasps stop. Was this the moment she realised she had let a stranger touch her and she was enjoying it?
The control I had was gone, even if she asked me to stop, I wouldn’t, I wanted to taste her, feel her, I needed to drown in her fucking cum and the fact she was resisting was making it that much more delicious.
I release her nipple from my grip and walk away from her. Standing by her feet, I watch and wait to see if she will obey. She doesn’t.
She was just making it worse. I wanted to drag her body into that room and fuck her over that dead body and watch her skin be doused in the blood of the man she thought was touching her.
The need to do just that grew stronger and stronger with every moment that she didn’t spread her fucking legs for me.
“I have a better idea.” I whisper with a sinister smirk that she can’t see.
She shakes her head, and a tear rolls down her cheek and if the sight of tears falling down her pretty little face doesn’t make me rock hard. My cock is pulsing with need, straining against my pants to be buried inside of her.
I grab her hand and roughly pull her from the bed. “what are you doing?” She croaks with fear.
“I just wanted to taste you.” I whisper as my hands stroke her silky hair. “But now I want to punish you.”
Dragging her towards the room, I fling open the door and push her inside as I close the door behind us both. I can hear the strangled sobs squeeze from her pretty little throat.
“I just wanted a massage.” She sobs.
“You’re going to get one. Now get on your knees.” She shakes her head. “I won’t tell you twice.”
She still stands there defiantly, her body shaking. She is completely vulnerable. I could do anything I wanted to her and nobody would even hear her.
Gripping her by the back of the neck, I push her to the ground and watch as her hands slide across the sticky crimson blood that coats the ground.
Her body is slumped over the dead guy and she’s never looked more beautiful. The sobs grow louder as she tries to feel her way in the dark, but there was no escaping for my little bird.
