“More!” she demands. I don’t move it, and she snarls, fighting in my grip again, almost cutting herself as I grunt, my cock throbbing at the picture before me—the knife almost inside her tight pussy as blood mixes with her cream and drips down her cunt to her engorged clit.
With a snarl, she pushes back, trying to impale herself on the knife, but I rip it away and toss it aside before grabbing a small one at my hip, pressing the wide leather handle to her pussy. She wants to fuck it? She can. I hold it still for her as she moans. She doesn’t seem to care, panting and groaning with her face pressed against the bed as she pushes back, taking the handle as far as she can and fucking herself on it. Reaching down, I flick her clit over and over again as she moans, grinding softly, and with a scream, she comes all over the leather. I pull it free as she does, and her cum drips from her pussy hole as I watch.
She falls forward as I release her, turning her head to look at me as I bring the knife up. Keeping my eyes on her, I flatten my tongue and drag it down the handle, tasting her and the blood as she heaves for air. I drop it, bend down, and run my tongue along her pink pussy and dip it inside her until she’s grinding against my face.
Dragging it back up her pussy, I keep going straight to her asshole, circling it over and over again as she cries out, and then I stand up and stroke my cock, watching her—ass up, pussy dripping and bloody, her body spread before me like a fucking feast as the man takes his last breath. A death rattle. I grab her and slam into her cunt.
She screams and claws at the bedding but thrusts back to take my cock deeper. I watch her hole stretch around my girth, her blood and cum coating it as I pull out and hammer back in, pushing her forward on the bed from the force.
I hear sirens in the distance. Even if they shoot me or try to arrest me, I’m not leaving her cunt until I’m good and done. Let them come. I smash into her, her screams getting loud as she clenches around me, gripping my cock so tightly I have to force myself through her channel.
I lift her from the bed and slam her into the wall. She snarls, and I pull from her pussy. The wet sound is loud as I spin her and smash her into it again. Her head hits the wall, and she stutters out a breath, even as she grabs my shoulders and yanks me closer, wrapping her legs around me as she tries to impale herself on my cock again.
I line up and thrust in, making her scream, our breaths mixing. Her eyes are closed, her mouth open as she pants. Her chest and face are flushed as she pushes back against the wall for leverage and starts riding my cock.
The sirens get louder, but it only adds to the pleasure. She doesn’t care either, slamming herself down on me unashamedly, her cream coating my balls. But when she leans forward and bites my lip, dragging it out…
I lose all logic.
I throw her across the room, and she sails through the air, hitting the TV and shattering it. Storming over, I grab her, bend her over, and plunge back inside of her. I force her into an awkward angle as I grab her pussy from behind, holding it tight as I hammer into her. The pleasure is too much, racing up and down my spine. With a roar, I come, exploding inside her, and she screams her own release as we hear the cars skid to a stop outside the house.
Pulling free, I watch my cum drip from her for a second before throwing her over my shoulder.
I grab the knife and quickly check over the scene before heading to the window which overlooks the back garden. It’s overgrown and filled with rubbish and surrounded by a rusted chain fence with holes in it. Opening the window, I throw one leg out and then balance on the edge as I hear them come in the front door. I jump and land on my feet, bending to absorb the impact, and then I’m up and sprinting in a second, leaping over the fence and into the abyss of the destroyed neighbourhood.
They will never find us.
Only his body.
The first name on our list.