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RUTHLESS BY NATURE
~DOMINO~
“That’s why they keep you, huh?” I can barely get the strained words out.My grunts are far louder. Climbing to a threatened climatic groan that’s fighting to pierce the air at any second.“All because you know how to suck dick when your life depends on it?”
The blonde in my grasp whimpers in irony, tears forming in her frightened blue eyes. The sight is repulsing, making me further drill my cock into her hot mouth.
I hate blondes.
I despise brunettes.
That takes two-thirds of the women’s population in the market of prostitutes.
If these bitches stopped being snitches, I wouldn’t get so easily triggered by their existence.
They’re the problem.
Always betraying what they don’t fucking deserve.
“Better take every drop of my precious seed down your throat, you cunt bitch,” I snarl with every bit of distaste. Speaking to her makes my tongue burn in angst.
As if my blood isn’t boiling with rage.
She whimpers at my mercy, every thrust as brutal as the last.
All I can do is close my eyes and hype myself up for the end.
That volcanic explosion of euphoric relief.
It’s almost there.Climbing. Racing. Coiling until I can’t stop the inevitable.I’m going to fill this bitch with my cum.
When my climax assaults my senses, I sink as deeply into her mouth as I can. Her chokes only entice me—the curl of my lips is but a glimpse of how good it feels to release a bit of tension out of my muscles.
I fucking need this. Earned it. Worthy of nothing but pleasure.
Her head pulls away, the jerking tug forcing me out of my euphoric ritual as I watch her gasp and proceed to cough insultingly. As if she couldn’t further perform such blasphemy before my eyes, I watch the way she spits out my cum as though it’s a repulsive taste and not a gift from a god.
A ruthless god at that.
It ticks something in my mind. Makes my eye twitch at the sight I can’t erase. I only repeat it, again, on a loop, until her glaring eyes that overflow with tears dare meet mine.
All that time, relieving myself from the day’s rigid animosities is nothing but a waste.
The culprit kneeling before me.
She realizes her mistake when her eyes widen, and the first tendrils of fear emerge in those growing pupils.
“A shame.” I sound as dead as I feel. “You disobeyed me.”
“K-K-King D?—”
I don’t register the sound that rings in the air until I hear the thump of the body that lays before my feet. The pool ofblood begins its task, growing and creating its own masterpiece of ironic artistry while its host twitches with the last remnants of life.
“Beautiful,” I dare whisper in praise. “All you blondes look better in red. Maybe all women should don such a crimson complexion.”
“If they do that, you’re never going to get married.”
