She moved the knife back to my neck, this time laying the blade right across my throat like she was ready to slice at any moment. “My turn. Take your cock out.”
My tongue ran along the back of my teeth. I unbuckled my belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped my pants slowly, taking my sweet time. I knew it made her nervous, which only satisfied me more. She was white-knuckling the handle, giving away her insecurities.
“Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you while I’m fucking you?” I asked, pulling my cock out. I let it rest along her stomach, annoyed that her shirt was preventing me from feeling her warm skin. Letting my vexation fuel me, I reached between her legs and tore the fabric blocking me from having what I wanted. The smallest gasp passed her lips, making my cock twitch.
I dipped a finger into her soaked center. “I’ve seen bodies seize up as the life seeps out of them. Maybe your pussy will feel tighter around my cock if I do.”
Her gaze fell to my cock. “Is my pussy not tight enough for you?”
It was. Fuck, it was basically strangling my single finger inside of her. “Maybe I want to see how much tighter it can get.”
Her lashes fanned across her blushed cheeks as she gently rocked her hips along my hand. The gun, still resting on my leg, dug into the flesh of her thigh. I moved it until the barrel was pointed right at her clit,rubbing it across the sensitive bud. A whimper caught in her throat.
With each little movement of her hips, the knife bit into my neck. A few paths of wetness slid down my skin, soaking into my shirt.
I curled my finger inside her. “You like that, don’t you? Seeing my blood drip for you.”
“I want to see it all spill for me,” she breathed.
I pulled my hand from her center, wrapping my cock in a fist. I pumped it twice before she lifted herself. “Does my desperate slut need my cock inside her?”
She nodded, her body relaxing slightly knowing her death was a little more delayed.
“In which hole?” I moved my gun aside to let my cock slide between her slit, the tip nudging her entrance. “This one?” I slid farther, and she angled her hips forward, letting me tap against her ass. “Or this one?”
“Both,” she pleaded, her breaths pausing as the head of my cock teased her tight ass. “Please, He—” She stopped herself. “Please.”
I silently cursed myself for telling her not to say my name. Right now, I practically couldn’t live without it.
I slid my cock through her wetness, spreading it all over my length and dragging it to her puckered hole. Then, so slowly, she began lowering her ass onto my cock, mouth opening in a silent moan.
“You’re a filthy fucking thing,” I told her, my voice strained as her ass choked the life out of my cock.
“It’s s-so big. I c-can’t?—”
“You can.” I grabbed her hip, guiding her further. “Take all of it, Grace. Or I won’t be nice.”
Her eyes met mine, the corners creased with strain as she adjusted to me. “What if I don’t want you to be nice?”
My head tilted back, a groan ripping from my throat.“Fuck.”Then I met her heavy gaze again. “If that’s what you want, little killer. But don’t say you didn’t ask.”
Without warning, I forced her down, my cock spearing her to the hilt. She cried out, head dipping down as her ass pulsed along my length. I released her hip and fisted her hair, ripping her head back.
“Lift yourself up. Now.”
She obeyed, legs shaking around me as she rose. She stopped once she was high enough, the head of my cock still inside her ass. I angled my gun at the entrance of her pussy, the cold metal bringing a gasp from her.
“Fuck my cock and my gun like a good little slut, and maybe I won’t kill you.”
Her eyes glazed over, danger and need mixing in her gaze. When she didn’t move, I yanked on her hair, pulling a cry from her.
“Now, Grace. I have no patience for you.”
Her entire body shivered as she began to lower her hips. I moaned as her ass squeezed my cock. Her pussy slid down the barrel of my gun, her wetness dripping down the weapon and onto my hand.
I looked between our bodies, my cock pulsing at the sight. “You fucking love this.”
“So do you,” she breathed, pressing the knife harder against my throat.
