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“Mm.” I go in for our first kiss, and it’s full of all the passion I’ve never had in my life. His tongue is long like I imagine his cock to be, his lips fit perfectly with mine, and I love the way he squeezes my hips in his giant hands.
He pulls away with just the right amount of suction, then leans in to the scope.
“If I’m distracting you from taking a life, then I just might have to keep going.” I reach my hand down to his cock, and can’t believe how hard it is. Tracing it over his jeans seems to indicate it might go on for too long, his soft growl of pleasure urging me to do more.
I blush at the idea of it stretching me. Then I realize I don’t care how big it is, I want it to stretch me.
“You didn’t even ask me what he’s done,” Leandro purrs. “It might ease your conscience.”
“I want no part of it.” I drop to my knees, inches from his bulge. I can’t wait to let it out of its cage.
He grabs my hair and yanks my head back so our eyes are locked – me staring up at him. “Bob – Fishtail – Botelli. Murdered an entire family because they walked into a closed shop mid-execution. Two little girls. That’s who I’m looking for.”
My cheek twitches. The idea of children needlessly dying sucks the arousal right out of me.
“A sloppy killer takes lives for his own mistake. Don’t you want to help me punish him?”
I see the hate in his eyes, mixed with the fire that fuels his own arousal.
“I’m not like you, Leandro. I’m not a killer, remember?” I fall flat on my butt as I lose more steam. “I couldn’t pull the trigger for my own kidnapper.”
“The night is young, Sia.” He unzips his pants and flops out the enormous cock I imagined. It pulses once as it stands straight, pointing right at me.
Some of the juices start flowing again. My cheeks grow hot.
Am I really going to suck him off while he points a gun at someone’s head? This man is unearthing dangerous pleasures within me.
His palm cups the back of my head and pulls me closer to it. I resist at first, but he can rightly tell how bad I still want him. As soon as the mushroom-head brushes against my lips, my mouth starts to part. Here comes the river again soaking my panties.
He’s not kind about shoving it deep into the back of my throat, and I’m grateful for it. I wanted a little push, because that fire came back with a vengeance. A finger finds my clit as that near orgasm comes right back to the milestone it reached before. I’m eight days after my period, which is usually part of my horniest days. I haven’t taken birth control since my kidnapping, so it’s best I finish myself like this – with him in the back of my throat and my fingers doing what they do best.
This is amazing.
I slide back and forth as he falls back into the chair at the desk, holding the rifle straight toward the ceiling. It’s a hot image. Veins are bulging everywhere – on his legs, his shapely obliques, his cock. I’m activating a beast, and I want it to fuck me so badly.
The grunts coming out of him are feral. It’s such a turn on to be able to satisfy him.
Again, he tries to lift my shirt, but I catch his hand and suck harder so he’ll be distracted. It doesn’t work. As a matter of fact, it backfires in the best way.
He reaches forward, pulls me by my ass-cheeks and lifts me right onto his cock. My panties snap to the side as he stretches me into a loud moan. Him filling me is the best feeling in a decade. It makes my entire body pulse with heavenly bliss. My ass puckers from wanting him to stick a finger in it, my mouth wants his, and I’m afraid if I lift even slightly to ride him, something will tear.
He does it for me.
I moan into his mouth as my tongue slithers into his. He pumps slow at first.
“You’re a bad girl, Sia,” he says while lifting my ass up and down. The wet lathery slaps of the bottom of my pussy against his pelvis makes the orgasm come that much faster. Stray thoughts of no protection makes me gasp as I’m sliding up and down his rod, but the pleasure is too overwhelming to say anything.
“Oh, shit.” I start riding him harder as the orgasm begins to rise. “Yes. Yes.” I hold onto the back of the chair as he guides me up and down. He rips down my shirt from the top so my breasts are bouncing along with him, and I swear he grew another inch at the sight.
“I think you need to be taught a lesson,” he says, and I have no idea what he means. As long as he keeps fucking me, I don’t care.
When he pulls out, I want to slap him in the face. “What the fuck are you doing, Leandro? Get back inside me, now,” I demand.
He removes the rifle’s magazine and flips out the single bullet in the chamber. He then clicks the trigger twice to be sure there’s nothing inside.
“Now? You’re going to do the hit right now, really?” I have no idea what’s going on.
He grabs me by the back of my head, fingers wrapping into my hair, and guides me to the bed, kissing my neck to tell me ‘patience.’
