“What are you going to do? Get out your gun and shoot me?”

“I’m going to get out my fucking gun all right,” I warn her. “And it’s going to go off right in your face. You can be sure of that.”

Her entire head jerks back as fear grips her, her hand on the bed shaking as she slides off onto her knees. Just. Like. I. Told her.

“That’s a good girl.”

Hovering over her I stroke my cock from root to tip before tapping her on the chin with the tip of my bulbous crown.

“You know what to do.”

Looking up at me with those big blue eyes she slowly drops her jaw, her mouth opening like a drawbridge allowing me passage.

Sliding forward a few inches on the tiles below me I grab the back of her head and guide her lips to my rod, stopping just short of putting it in her mouth.

“You have to want it as much as I do.”

Leaving it at that I wait for her reply. A long beat passes as I massage the back of her scalp gently, my grip slowly increasing.

“Do I have a choice?”

“You want me to leave, I will right now. Leave you with those two clowns downstairs, the ones I know you despise. Or you can have a Halloween you’ll never forget.”

“How do you know so much about them, about me?” she stammers.

“I don’t care about them. Only you. And what I know about you is that you want this just as much as I want to give it to you,” I say, wagging my thick, heavy pole in front of her. “So…what’s it going to be? I empty the safe and show myself out or this…this continues?”

Without saying a word she slides forward, taking my entire length in one pull. I damn near explode instantly but manage to bite down on my lip, drawing blood, in an attempt to trick my brain into sending blood to where all of it is pooling already.

Her head slowly slides back, my mitt on her dome only along for the ride. I don’t push her, don’t force her, just enjoy.

“You’re so big,” she gurgles as I look down at my glistening shaft, covered in her spit.

My heart hammers in my chest, seeing the end of my dick still in her mouth is like a work of art to me, the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I’m a long way from the raw concrete prison cell I left, the depths of hell quickly replaced with the heights of heaven.

I should feel bad for what I’m doing. Robbing these poor suckers. But an eye for an eye, and if I’m not careful that’s exactly where I’m going to be shooting my load real damn quick. Right in her face.

Her hands slide around my body as she grabs my ass, using it for leverage as she slides all the way in on my shaft, bottoming out on my torso and then moving her head wildly from side to side.

The tip of my cock presses against her tonsils and then the back of her throat, the sensation too much.

“Fuck,” I growl, pulling her head back and gripping my cock as it starts to move wildly like a garden hose unattended.

Spend rushes from my pulled-up balls and explodes into the air. I manage to get my member aimed right at her perfectly symmetrical, angelic face.

She closes her eyes and opens her mouth as I unload a Jackson Pollock across her forehead, down her throat, all over her cheeks, and even into her hair.

“Fuck,” I grunt, my hips jerking as my knees go weak and I collapse straight down in a position not much unlike hers.

Without thinking I kiss her hard, the beautiful mess that I made still fresh on her porcelain skin.

The thought of it should make me sick, make me question a lot of things, but after so much time in the joint, I’ve become an animal, unable to tell the difference between right and wrong, at least when it comes to her.

“God, you have no idea how long I’ve waited to do that,” I announce, before I fall onto my back, put my hands behind my head and look up at the ceiling.

Before I even realize what’s happening a fist is coming straight for my face. I can’t move in time and my horny little Halloween partner connects with my nose, blood immediately gooshing.

She reaches around my back for the gun but I’m too quick, grabbing her wrist just before she gets her hand on the grip.


Tags: Lena Little Erotic