Fuck this cunt.
Rage fuels me, and I swing with a force that I know will be the kill shot.
The crunching and snapping of bone and cartilage is the only warning before her warm, sticky blood splatters across my mask.
My nipples harden, and my pussy clenches. Exacting vengeance violently always makes me so fucking turned on.
Clenching my thighs together, I peer down at lifeless eyes. “Look what you made me do,” I huff. “I was supposed to play longer.”
Annoyed, I take aim and crack the bat into her face until gray and white brain matter flies into the air. I’m so enraptured at the sight of skin that runs down my bat, pooling around my gloved hand before landing on whatever is left of Sonja’s caved-in face.
I groan, shivers travel the length of my spine.
Not now.
My nipples tighten nearly to the point of pain.
Fuck—precisely what I need—to fuck.
I’m halfway tempted to use my bat to rubagainst.
“This is all your fault,” I chastise what’s left of Sonja before yanking the blade from her neck and running back under the protection of the canopy of trees.
Dropping my bat in my bag, I lean against the tree, rip off my gloves, and toss them into my duffel as well.
No time to think about the consequences, I slip my hand down the front of my black leggings and part my pussy lips before finding my clit.
Cupping my breast, I pinch the hardened peak, twisting until I feel the bite of pain.
“Oh fuck,” I breathe, rolling my hips to create the tension I need.
Faster… fucking faster and harder.
I know I need more, and I have nothing with me that can do what needs to be done.
Whining in frustration, I try to find the rhythm that will take the edge off.
“Oh, you dirty little fox.”
My eyes snap open, meeting the gaze of a tall masked man. He’s in his own tactical gear. I can’t see his face, though. His hood masks any identifiable features. I know it’s not one of the assholes. They’re on the other side of the compound, and we’re safely three miles east of their hunting ground.
“Who—”
My words die on my tongue when he rips down my pants, shoving my fingers out of the way before he buries his face into my pussy.
I should be pushing him away, but my wanton ass threw reason out the window to get this nut.
“Holy fucking shit,” I gasp out between breaths. His pace is relentless, so perfect that it’s euphoric. His two fingers thrust into my greedy cunt, and my brain breaks.
“That’s right. Give me what I know you need. Come all over my face.” His muffled command, vibrating against my clit. “Put your legs over my shoulders, little fox. Let me fuck this sweet pussy with my tongue.”
Needing no further prompting, I throw both legs up, and he delivers his promise.
Two fingers become three and then become four. He swirls and pumps them inside of me, pounding until he hooks up and to theright, landing against my G-spot.
“Ohhh… ohhhh… ohhh shit,” I scream, praying it’s swallowed by nature without alerting anyone’s attention.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “That’s my fucking good girl.” He pulls his fingers out and lifts his face, only enough for me to see his honey-brown eyes. “Now come for me,” he orders.
