I always wanted what I couldn’t have, but just like the toys I jacked from my brothers as kids, I always got what I wanted.
I wanted Randall fucking King.
“Besides the obvious? I dunno’ but finding out your verse? That was a fun surprise.”
The cop stiffened, more than his dick he couldn’t hide. He growled, smacking me in the face and getting to his feet.
“I’m not gay. You and your crazy ass brain have conjured that up all on your own, Masters.”
Snickering, I swiped the blood off my lip with my finger, my eyes falling on his cock before slipping the digit in my mouthand swirling it with my tongue. “Hmm, you may wanna ask your hard cock about that one, Randy Pandy.”
The beautiful muscle in his thick jaw twitched before he growled and narrowed his eyes.
“I’m not doing this with you, Judas Masters. Get up. You can’t kill yourself because of Xenia. I didn’t know her, but you think she wants your dumb ass death on her soul?”
My dick deflated like a balloon.
Fucking killjoy.
Nothing like ruining the mood by bringing up the niece you accidentally murdered from the demons in your head.
“Woooooow.” I coughed, rolling over to get to my unsteady feet. “Guess you got some bite after all.”
He just stared at me while I clapped.
I stood to my full height, and his molten chocolate eyes followed. I enjoyed having a few inches on him, and my own eyes darted to his dick again.
Your cock, the one you try to hide so hard from me, be comparable to mine?
Nah bigger. Hmm, I will still win in this “sword” fight.
His thick hands shot to his groin, and he growled at me, turning his body away from my gaze.
“Stop fucking doing that,” he barked.
Rolling my neck, I walked toward him. My muscles hurt like a bitch from the few seconds I was suspended. Asshole stole death from me.
Judie Judie Judie. You can’t even kill yourself right. Tsk Tsk.
I ignored the demon in my mind, spinning around to back Randall against one of the decrepit beams of the old, worn warehouse.
“Or what?” I challenged. “You gonna poke me with your little fun stick?”
A cock of that size didn’t warrant being called little, and my ass tightened in anticipation.
Being fucked by a police baton may be fun, but then again, I liked my hole destroyed…not obliterated. I almost wanted him to try it regardless, just to feel some fear if I had any left in my warped mind. Maybe a baton would shut them the fuck up for good. It was too quiet, but so damn loud at the same time.
“I’m warning you, inmate,” he said, a grin creeping over his full lips. “You know you’re too weak to take me on. Don’t give me the satisfaction of subduing you.”
A smile curled on my lips, and his fell beautifully. “Awe. How cute. You want me to submit for you.”
“You’re going back to the Asylum, Judas. Playtime is over.”
I feigned a mock pout and pressed him further into the beam, my body so close I knew he could feel my cock pressing into him.
“Actually. Playtime has just begun.”
He didn’t see my hand. His focus was too dialed in on my eyes. The hazel glass bore into him, keeping him tracked like the delicious fucking snack he was. I had him pinned, and now his gun was in my hand.
