Moist heat met the folds of her sex as he slid his tongue over her plump lower lips.She shuddered as he probed her with his digit.Dropping her hand from between her thighs, she gripped the back of the couch for dear life.Immediately, he assaulted her clit in the most exquisite way possible.And she bit down on her lip, trying not to scream.
She couldn’t draw too much attention to them.They’d already almost been interrupted moments ago.She was too close to coming for Nancy to walk in.
“You’re sweet,” he commented against her pussy.
Her core swooned at the rough baritone teasing her.His tongue explored her cunt as she whimpered for more.This only wound her tighter than a two-dollar watch.There wasn’t much more she could take before she fell into a pit of desperation.
Pushing back against his face, she wiggled her hips, searching for more pressure against her nubbin of nerves.
Somehow, he chuckled, and the vibration had her soaring to new heights.
With a series of slaps against her ass, he pushed her forward, giving him room to breathe again.She’d already killed one guy tonight, so would smothering another to achieve her orgasm really be so bad?
With her flesh deliciously on fire from his playful swats, she wasn’t prepared for the feeling of his cock finally plunging inside her.Not the thickest dick on the planet, he still stretched her in the most heavenly way.
Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she dug her fingers into the well-worn leather sofa.Over the music of eighties hair bands crooning power ballads, the sound of his hips slapping against her ass filled her ears.
Leaning over her, his tie tickled her spine as he reached around and pressed her clit.“Come for me,” he grunted into her ear.
Squeaking, she pushed against his thrusts.She’d never been more determined to achieve a goal than she was in that moment.He circled her clit with his finger as he worked his hips in the same motion.
Panting wildly, she squeezed her eyes shut as her body tightened.The image of Mitchell’s eyes dulling as the life left them filled her mind, and she erupted.
His fingers dug into her hips while she rode the intensity of her orgasm.Pushing and pulling her back and forth, he fucked her hard, like a rutting boar.
With a guttural roar, he shoved her forward and collapsed over her.
5
Fink
Finkwouldnevercallhimself a gentle lover.However, this was something completely different.He had never been this feral before.He blamed the blood covering him.The copper scent always drove him crazy.This had been the first occasion he’d had a willing partner to take his cock immediately after a murder, with the body in the room.
Smirking to himself, he held the base of the condom and eased himself out of the red clown lady’s cunt.It tasted sweeter than anything he’d ever tasted and clamped down on him like a vise.He could’ve fucked her for eternity if given the opportunity.
Unfortunately, he didn’t have the time.He’d already been in the office longer than he would’ve liked.Getting out of there was his highest priority.
Carefully, he slid the condom, full of his DNA, off his dick and knotted the end.
His gaze found the glistening red swollen lips of her well-fucked pussy, and his mouth watered.Taking another taste wouldn’t be bad, would it?
Yes.
It absolutely would.
He had to get out of there.
Bending down, he reached for his trousers and tugged them back up his legs.Stashing the used condom in his pocket, he watched hungrily as the woman rolled over on the couch and lounged as if they had all night to revel in their post-coital bliss.
He had to leave twenty minutes ago.Buttoning his fly, he planned his exit.
“What do we do now?”she asked.
“We?”he repeated as he slid his belt through the buckle.She kept using that word.Why?There wasn’t a “we” in any of this.
“Yeah.”She sat up.“After this, we’re sort of a team, aren’t we?”
He cocked his head to the side.“Because we fucked?”Or because they’d shared a kill?Spilling blood together was commonly a bonding ritual.He needed clarification.
