Discarding my clothes quickly, I fling them on the back of the door, my cock pumping with need at seeing her slumped over my artwork.
My hand slides across her pussy and she’s dripping like a tap, fuck, I’d thought I would have to get her ready again but her pussy was soaking and if I turned on the light, I bet I’d see her dripping all over this guys body.
Sliding two fingers inside of her, I feel her back arch and her ass press against my throbbing cock. The sobs grow louder.
My fingers crawl to her face and I smear her delicious wetness across her face. “open wide.” She shakes her head, so I prize her lips open and slide my fingers down her throat until she gags. “See how delicious you taste.” I rasp in her ear.
I hold my fingers in her mouth and I don’t care that she gags on them like she can’t breathe, good, I don’t want her fucking breathing, I don’t want her making any noises that don’t tell me she isn’t enjoying this.
Gripping my cock firmly with my hands, I hold it at her centre. She’s mumbling something, but I can’t hear her, as I slide my cock into her soaking wet pussy, inch by fucking inch.
I wanted her to swallow me, so I could rest in the depths of her delicious pussy, wrapped around me like we were one fucking person.
She gags between her sobs as I feel her pussy stretch against me. She was taking my cock so well—she probably deserved a prize for being a good girl, but the only prize she was getting was fucked until she was a broken little mess.
I drive my cock inside of her, feeling her pulse around me, her gagging sobs turn to gagging moans, I can feel the tears drip onto my fingers, with my other hand I grip her silky hair and roughly throw her head back until I’m deep inside of her, my little bird loves been fucked like this, I take my fingers from her mouth and listen to the loud moans that erupt from her throat.
Sliding my hands to her breasts, I find her nipples and roughly pinch them while I roughly fuck her sweet little pussy. The sweat pours down her silky skin. My balls curl with desire, desperate to unload within her.
I allow my hand to slide down her body until I reach her swollen clit. God, it was just begging to be played with.
“Please,” she finally begs. “This—isn’t—a; massage.” She manages to croak out between moans.
“Of course it is. I’m massaging your sweet little pussy with my cock.” I whisper before I push her further onto the dead body and encircle her clit at the same speed my cock penetrates her.
“Please,” she cries.
“Don’t you want to cum?”
She says nothing, but even if she did, I wasn’t letting her go until she was filled with my seed.
She’s close, so fucking close, her moans turn to screams, and she’s no longer pleading with me, her legs shake beneath me as I move deeper inside of her, slipping my finger across her clit and pinching it until I feel the explosive gush of her warm desire cover me.
Gripping her throat so she is hovering above the dead guy she unknowingly just got fucked over, I squeeze her tightly, with her pussy still clenching around my cock, I feel the burst of pleasure shoot out of me and groan my release into her ear.
“I bet nobody has fucked you like that,” I whisper. “And nobody ever will—you’re mine.”
I begrudgingly pull out of her delectable pussy. I could stay inside her all day, just basking in the essence of her juices.
I finish getting dressed and as I fasten the belt on my trousers, I watch her slumped over body shivering over the body that she doesn’t realise is dead.
Picking her up in one swift move, I usher her out of the room. “you can get dressed and go.”
“Its over? You’re letting me leave?”
“For now.” I mutter as I close the door and smirk at the artwork on the floor.
She doesn’t waste no time, I hear the door bang within moments, taking the small tin can from my pocket I pourgasoline across his body and open the door, the blood pools into the open room and I take one last look at the artistry on the ground before I take a cigarette from my pocket and light it, taking a few puffs of smoke, I inhale and allow the smoke to gather around my head.
“Its been fun stranger, but this is where we part ways.” I say before flicking the cigarette onto his body and watching the flames slowly climb.
Walking out of the spa undetected, I let the autumn air fill my lungs. My little bird has already left, but I will be seeing her soon, I think as I make my way to my hidden motorcycle to get ready for tonight’s festivities.
8
DOVE
Iwalk away from the spa, feeling dirty, while Christina has a smile on her face. She’s positively glowing.
