“I’ll bend however you want me to, Darling,” I snapped back, existing purely for how he was touching me. It was all I wanted in the moment, and giving in to him was easy if it meant I got it.
“Oh, really?” he asked, and his touch was gone. I plan to destroy you, little killer. Will you let me?” His voice was low, messed up, and with the background noise of a mini-riot happening, almost hard to hear.
Would it be worth it? I kept snagging on that.
My mother always called me a chaos demon. Idle hands. Devil, demon. I wanted to see what he had in mind. What I imagined kept him up at night.
“Do it,” I demanded, and he fell to his knees between my legs, ripping my pants down and spreading my ass cheeks wide, landing a firm tongue on my hole.
I cried out, shoving my fist into my mouth to keep quiet as he fed saliva into my ass, swirling his tongue, grunting and groaning as he ate me out. It was delicious, dirty, feral, and I found myself pushing back on him. It had been so damn long since I’d been touched like this, since I’d wanted to be.
“You like me eating your ass?” he asked, moving away a fraction, his warm, panting breath on my cheeks.
“Hell yes,” I sighed, trying to maneuver myself against his mouth again. My pussy was dripping for him, my body desperate. Hot electricity raced along my skin as he stood, the sound of his zipper coming down filling the room, booming louder than anything else.
“Turn around,” he told me, and to play the game, I did. I twisted and landed on my knees with a thud, looking at his beautiful cock.
And itwasbeautiful. Now I could see it for the first time in all its glory. Veiny, red-flushed head, thick and long. I wanted to lick it. So, taking initiative, I did.
“Uh uh, little killer,” CO Darling chided, letting me suck his tip for a moment, a salty droplet dripping out for me. “Not what I had in mind… Lie down.”
Curious, I did as he asked. It was awkward in this room; my body not quite short enough to stretch out fully, but I laid down, my feet up on the wall, legs bent. “Strip,” he said, yanking his own clothes off as I obeyed, wriggling out of mine.
I didn’t know what he was going to do, but when he straddled me, facing away, it was more shock that rippled through me.The view was crazy; the globes of his ass firm, his back a ripple of muscles.
This man knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to go after it.
As he lowered his ass to my face, I stuck my tongue out, humming in pleasure when I touched his skin. Musky, warm, delicious, I licked and sucked, groaning when he began riding my mouth. He swore above me, muffled by his thighs suffocating my ears, and rockedhis hips some more. My hands snaked over his skin, touching him everywhere while I was allowed.
Oh, shit, this was insane, so damn sexy. I squirmed, squeezed my legs together to get some friction, and cried out into his ass when his thumb landed on my bared, wet clit.
“Yes, little killer, suck my ass,” he demanded, and I did. I ran my tongue across his hole and to his sack, sucking and licking as I went, loving how it drove him crazy above me, made him fall under my spell. He grunted when I reached his asshole again, shoving down harder. He was on top of me, but I had him under my thrall.
It was almost suffocating, but it had my head swimming in the most delicious way.
“Fuck,” he groaned when I slid my hand between us and grabbed his cock. God, he was hard, so thick. I moved, jacking him off as he swore under his breath. “Stop, little killer, I’m not done with you yet, and you’re going to make me come.”
I withdrew my tongue, dragging my fingertips along his thigh as I went, laying softer kisses on his ass cheeks.He flicked my clit, making me yelp, as he stood up, taking his warmth away from me.
“I have a plan for you,” he told me, holding his hand out for me to grab, heaving me up to standing too. “Show me your asshole.”
I whipped around and spread my ass cheeks for him, presenting him the place he wanted to see. He moaned, then spat on it, making me shiver with anticipation. Was he going to fuck me there? He hadn’t fucked my pussy yet, but he seemed like quite the ass man…
Instead of his cock, though, it was something smaller, cooler, rougher, that he pushed into me. “What—” I started, but he shushed me.
“Look at that,” he said to himself, and I tried, but it was too dark, too hard to twist without a stab of pain inside myself.
“Darling…” I muttered, dubious, worried. Living for those concerns, fuck yes.Pleasure and pain rippled through me unbidden, breaking me out in shivers.
I let him guide me around, his hands on my hips as he twisted my body and laid my back against the wall. I looked down to find a broom between my legs.
“You shoved a broom handle up my ass?” I blurted, incredulous.
He nodded. “I did. And if it falls out of you while I fuck you, I’m going to punish you.”
My mouth fell open. He was a filthy fucker, dirty and twisted and, in this moment, mine. How could he ever look away from the woman who’d let him do this?
I spread my legs a little, gasping at the stab of internal pain. The broom was at an awkward angle because it was taller than my hip height, but I tried to enjoy it. It was illicit,wrong, and that always felt good.Rough wood, splintered and old, stabbing into me.
