“Killing makes me hungry. I want your cum.” She swipes her tongue over the tip, and goose bumps scatter all over my entire body.
This can’t be fucking happening. It feels too unreal, too perfect.
My killer lady on her knees, sucking me off because she feels like giving me the best gift I could ever wish for.
Fuck.
“Are you going to fill up my hungry mouth?” she muses.
“Oh God, please, yes,” I moan, thrusting in like a madman.
She giggles. “Good boy.”
I come undone from her approval, moaning wildly as she takes me deep, and my cum jets out like a goddamn fountain of joy.
“Damn, that was just what I needed,” she says, licking me off, before she comes back up. “Now open your mouth.”
She forcefully parts my lips with her own, my mind still reeling from the way she just got me off, while her tongue rolls around mine to share my own cum with me.
“Don’t you taste good?” she moans into my mouth, sucking it out and dribbling it right back inside.
“Fuck, yes, ma’am.”
“Then swallow it for me like a good boy,” she whispers.
And I do exactly like she demands from me, swallowing my own seed, straight from her lips.
Fuck.
I didn’t think anything would be more sinful than killing, but she … she’s the greatest sin of all, and I’d happily go to hell for her.
She smiles against my lips as she pushes my junk back into my pants and zips me back up. “Can you still walk?”
“Barely,” I groan.
She pats my shirt and straightens my back for me. “Find the energy. We still need to get out of here.”
I nod a couple of times and clear my throat to clear my brain from the sex fog.
“Yes. Of course.” I pick up the scalpel she dropped and aim it at his legs. “What do you want me to do with him? Tell me, and I’ll do it.”
“Barricade that door,” she says, pointing at a closet. “There’s nurses in there.”
I nod and pick up a chair, positioning it underneath the doorhandle so it can’t be pushed down by any means.
She pulls out her trusted old lipstick again, marking her lips before she places a peck on her victim’s cheek, then smiles. “Just one more…”
“One more what?” I mutter.
She narrows her eyes at me. “Body.”
My skin ripples, not with fright but with excitement.
One more victim.
One more to cross off her list.
“And then it’s over?” I ask.
