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I let her keep going until the handle was soaked and her pussy was clenching around it. Then I fisted her hair and yanked her straight off the body. She landed hard on her back across the sheets, her cunt still wet and open. I pulled my knife free of the corpse and stepped in close, pressing the bloody edge to her lower lip so the steel rested there.

I dragged the blade slowly downward, tracing from her mouth, over her jaw, down the front of her throat, between her breasts, smearing blood across her skin. Her nipples were stiff, rising with every shaky breath. She didn’t flinch. Her thighs pressed together slightly, but she stayed open for me.

I slipped the knife under the remaining bra strap and sliced through it with a soft snick. The fabric fell away completely, freeing her full, gorgeous tits. They bounced slightly, glistening with blood. I moved lower, hooked the blade under the thong, and cut straight down the center. The ruined red fabric fell open, fully exposing her.

My eyes dropped to her cunt. A neat, narrow landing strip of hair pointed right to her pussy. And just above it, inked in delicate black script: Richie.

I ripped the mask off, grabbed her jaw, and crushed my lips against hers in a violent kiss. I tasted copper and heat and her. She moaned into my mouth, hands clawing at me, pulling me closer as blood smeared between our faces.

I leaned down and sucked one blood smeared nipple into my mouth. I bit down hard enough to make her gasp, then soothed it with my tongue, dragging it slowly while her back arched sharply off the bed. Her hand flew to my shoulder, nails digging in.

“Richie,” she breathed.

I pulled back, brought the bloody knife to her mouth again.

“Open.”

She parted her lips obediently. I slid the flat of the blade across her tongue.

“Lick it clean.”

Her tongue moved slow and seductively over the metal, licking every drop of the man’s blood off while she stared straight into my eyes. The sight made my cock throb.

My hand shoved her thighs wide apart. I unzipped my pants, freed my aching cock, then gripped it at the base. I dragged the swollen head through her soaked pussy, coating myself in her arousal, teasing her clit until her hips bucked desperately against me.

I hooked one of her legs over my shoulder, folding her in half and spreading her wide. I wrapped my gloved hand around her throat and squeezed just enough to make her eyes flutter and roll back.

Then I slammed into her in one brutal thrust.

Her pussy gripped me like a hot, wet fist, tight and fluttering wildly around my shaft. A raw, guttural cry ripped out of her as I stretched her open, bottoming out against her cervix. Blood from the dead man smeared across both our bodies with every violent movement.

“Fuck, Richie,” she gasped, voice strangled under my grip.

I pulled back and drove in again, harder, slower, making her feel every inch. Her walls clenched and rippled around me, milking my cock as I fucked her deep and merciless.

Samantha could never take me like this. She would break. Maggie lets me do every depraved thing I want with her body. And that’s why I keep coming back.

“Yeah, that’s it,” I growled against her ear, tightening my fingers around her throat. “This pussy only gets wet for me. You let those pathetic fucks touch you, but your slutty little cunt knows exactly who it belongs to.”

She moaned louder, hips rolling up greedily to meet every thrust, nails raking down my back. “It’s yours. Shit! It’s your pussy, Richie. Your dick feels so fucking good.”

I looked down and watched my thick shaft piston in and out of her, coated in her arousal and streaks of blood. Her pussy lips gripped and stretched around me on every stroke, pulling outward before swallowing me back in. The wet, filthy sounds of us fucking filled the room over the dead man’s slowing gurgles.

I choked her harder, pounding deeper, grinding my pelvis against her swollen clit with every thrust. “You don’t get to fuck anyone else. Ever.”

“I’m sorry,” she whimpered, voice breaking as her orgasm built. “Please don’t stop Richie.”

“Beg.”

“Please, Richie. Fuck my pussy hard. I’m yours. I’m fucking yours. Let me come. Please.”

I felt her cunt start to flutter and clamp hard around my cock, the wet heat of her trying to pull me deeper. Right before she tipped over the edge I yanked myself free of her soaked pussy. She made a desperate sound at the sudden emptiness. I shoved the head of my cock against her tight asshole and pushed forward without pause. The thick tip forced past the resistance and sank into her ass in one long, relentless stroke until my hips met her skin. She cried out at the stretch, body locking under me as I filled her completely.

“You don’t get to come,” I told her, my voice rough against her ear. “You’ve been a bad girl Maggie.”

I fucked her hard in the ass for several long strokes, feeling the tight heat squeeze and ripple around every inch of me. Then I pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach with one hard shove, and shoved back into her asshole from behind. I pounded into her without mercy, hips slamming against her cheeks while she gasped and clawed at the sheets. My open hand cracked down hard across one cheek, then the other, smacking her ass repeatedly until the skin turned hot and red under every sharp strike. The sound of each slap filled the room along with the wet noise of my cock driving into her.

I clamped one hand over her mouth while I kept fucking her from behind. My fingers dove past her lips and she sucked them hard, moaning around them as I drove deeper into her ass. Drool slipped from the corner of her mouth onto the sheets. I pulled out completely and rubbed the slick head of my cock against her stretched asshole, circling the tight ring and denying us both for a few long seconds. The head caught on the rim with every pass. Then I slowly slid all the way back in, burying every inch until my hips pressed flush against her reddened cheeks and she was forced to take the full length again.