Chapter 28 Misty #2
The tip of his cock pushes against my pussy. I can only groan as he squeezes my ass. His thumbs spread my pussy lips, then his hips snap, and he thrusts that entire huge length inside of me.
I let out a moan as he forces me to take all of him. A low rumble of satisfaction comes from deep in his chest as I take all of him deep in me.
My nails scrape at the cool marble as he jerks out with a little hitch then seats deeper in me, his balls against my ass.
I groan as he shifts in me, the knife slicing through my bra strap so he can rub his big hands all over my tits.
The knife slides coolly against my tongue then down to rest against my neck. The flat of the blade presses into the skin of my breast as he grabs at it with his other hand, kneading while my pussy flexes around the thick girth of his cock still buried inside of me.
He’s got the self-control of a man who must regularly wait, still and silent, for hours just to take someone out.
His cock slides out an inch as he leans over to suck on my tits, rolling the nipple on his tongue, scraping it with his teeth. I clutch him as he thrusts back in me while sliding the knife down. The blade flicks out, widening the slit in my tights and panties.
Then the handle of the knife digs into my clit. My hips buck, and I groan as I inadvertently make his cock move inside of me as I seek the pleasure of him.
I’m crazy close. My body remembers the mind-blowing orgasm from earlier. I’m already addicted. I need it again and again.
My hips roll as he slowly rubs the leather-wrapped knife handle on my clit. It’s better than any of those cheap sex toys Granny Keagan’s always trying to buy me.
He hisses as I come, pussy gushing and flexing around him as I rock my clit against the knife.
“Shit, you are a little slut, aren’t you. I should take a video and send it to Austen to show him what a greedy little slut you are.” He slides out then slams back into me.
My eyes roll back. I grip the edge of the counter as he hoists my hips up so he can split me on his cock.
“Take it, yeah, you can take it, that’s a good girl. Well—” There’s that dark laugh. “Bad girl.”
The snap of his hips, the cock thrusting into me—it’s relentless but controlled, unyielding.
“Tell me how much you want your ex dead.”
“I—”
“You can’t tell me this isn’t worth it. I’ll even fuck on over his casket at the wake.” That dark laugh comes again. “The way your pussy wants my cock so bad? You won’t miss him, trust me.”
My nails dig into his bicep.
“Did he ever fuck you like this?”
My legs are wrapped around him, but he untangles them, hands rough as they spread me so he can take me again and again.
“I want your cum,” I manage to gasp out then whimper as he slides out of me, slow and excruciating.
The knife is back on my clit. This time, the flat of the blade.
My stomach flip-flops as he spreads my pussy lips with his fingers. My pants come out high-pitched. I don’t dare move even though I crave him.
“Everyone’s gangster until they have a knife on them.” Another menacing chuckle.
He slides back into me, slow and filthy, the flat of the blade still hard against my clit, keeping me on the knife-edge as he uses my pussy.
“Did he ever make you come, or were you just faking it when he was jacking off inside of you? Did he come inside of you?”
I shudder as the thick cock fills me again.
“Hm? Was his cum dripping out of you?”
“Yeah?” I can’t think.
“Is that a yes, you fucking little slut?”
I feel it about to happen as he does another filthy slide into my cunt, and I’m shuddering on the edge of his knife.
He holds the blade up to my lips, and my tongue darts out to curl around it and licks it clean.
“I knew a girl who hires a hitman likes being filled with cum. I’m going to fuck his cum out of you.”
He fucks into me more. “Do you ever want to get fucked like this again?” he growls as he jackhammers into me as I beg for his cum, his balls smacking against my ass, driving me higher until I’m crashing, screaming another orgasm into the empty kitchen.
He pulls out meanly. My nails scrape his chest.
“I forgot.” He flicks the knife. It spins on the counter by my head. “You said you wanted to give me a blow job.”
“I want you to cum in me,” I gasp.
“And I want my cum all over you.”
He grabs my neck, slides me squeaking against the counter until I’m standing trembling in front of him. Then he grabs my hand and pushes it between my legs. My pussy is still spasming from the last orgasm.
His fingers are punishing as they force me to stroke myself.
I reach for his cock, wanting it in me.
He leans in and clamps his teeth on my nipple as I moan, fingers still working between my legs.
“I want you—” He bites and kisses his way up to my mouth. “To take my cum. So I can come down your throat or up your ass, your choice.”
My legs give out, and I collapse in front of him
“Good girl. Good girl.” He draws it out as I trail my tongue over his thick length.
“Spread your legs. Let me see you play with yourself. That’s my little porn star; that’s my good little slut.”
I finger my clit, playing in my pussy as I take his cock in my mouth, tasting myself on him.
I’m trying to breathe through my nose, and my eyes sting as he forces me to deep throat him.
My pussy is sloppy, wet, and aching as I stroke my clit, numb fingers holding onto his belt as he thrusts into my mouth like I am the slut he keeps saying I am.
He thrusts hard in the back of my throat, making me gag, then he curses, pulling out as his cum explodes all over my chin and tits.
He kicks my knees wider apart so the thick ropey cum can land on my waist, ruining my tights and dripping down to my pussy. I’m sloppy and messy as an orgasm washes over me as I rub my clit.
“Merry Christmas. You look good in red and white.”
Dazed, I realize there’s a thin line of blood from my neck where the knife must have gotten me.
Trying to remember how to speak, how to walk, I wipe at the sticky cum.
Talbot watches like a predator waiting for its meal to die so he can eat it. “Damn, I like the way my cum looks on your tits. And your pussy,” he adds as I awkwardly drag myself upright and stumble to the sink.
I splash water on myself to try and wash the thick cum off my chest and face.
He’s watching me, tossing the knife in his hand, letting it spin in the air, and catching it by the blade. His eyes never leave me, barely cognizant of the sharp blade.
“Can you stir the artichoke dip?” I finally remember words. “The game’s over. Everyone’s going to be back soon.”
“You don’t want them to walk in on you getting your ass fucked?” He slaps my ass, his fingers lingering briefly between my legs.
I twitch away. “You’re not. You can’t.”
“I could, but I didn’t cum in your pussy yet.”
His eyes in the reflection in the window above the sink are slate dark.
“I don’t want anyone to see,” I whimper as he bends me over.
“Really? Because I want them all to watch me take what’s mine.” He forces my tights down to my thighs as I struggle against him. A condom packet rips.
Large hands squeeze my ass then spread my pussy as much as possible, given that my legs are trapped by the tights.
He gives me one long lick, like he’s claiming a piece of candy, then he rams that huge, thick cock into me.
With the way my tights are squeezing my legs together, I can barely spread my thighs, can’t ease the ache of that huge cock splitting me, filling me.
I give a strangled whimper as he adjusts the angle and thrusts deep inside me.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” He pulls back and slams into me again.
It’s casually violent, the way he fucks me. His fingers bruise my hips as he slams into me, ramming into my pussy, taking what he wants.
And he wants me. It’s thrilling. Dangerous.
My head aches. My neck strains as he pulls my hair back, yanks me onto his cock every time he rams into me until I can’t take any more of the thick length fucking deep inside of me.
“I’m gonna—” I choke out. “Please, Talbot.” My toes scrape the floor, trying to help me thrust my ass up to meet his cock as he ruts into me.
“That’s good, fucking pussy.” He breathes harshly, squeezing and kneading my ass, my hips, pressing them together, squeezing my clit, keeping me on the edge as he fucks me like a sex doll until he’s exploding into the condom and I come from the sheer force of him filling me, screaming his name.
My reflection is disheveled and fucked.
Talbot gives me another dark smile in the window and cups one of my tits possessively. Then he grabs my neck, twists my head to kiss me, and plows his tongue into my mouth.
“You gonna let me fuck your ass now?” he murmurs as he slides out of me with a sick noise. “No? You can’t be too fucked, Gumdrop.”
“Need a drink first,” I gasp.
“Sometimes it’s fun when they fight. Sometimes it’s fun when they just give in to you. I bet you would. You’d just put that pretty ass up in the air, let me have you exactly how I like.”
“Um…” Panting, I slide down on the floor. I refuse to let him make me horny again.
He sees it on my face. He’s won. He laughs and slaps my ass. “I love my job. No one at an office gets perks like I do. Not to mention the free food.” He spears one of the meatballs with his knife and slides it into my mouth.
How does he look like he just stepped out of one of those ’80s movies, while I feel like I’ve been run over by a reindeer? I watch him in awe as he cleans up all the plates and cups off the floor and hands me my sweater.
Arms shaking, I put it on.
It’s backwards, I realize faintly. But I don’t have the wherewithal to fix it.
Talbot fucks like a man fucks, like your fantasy fucks, like a wet dream fucks.
He also looks like he could easily go again.
Unlike Austen.