2. Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Rico
S he looked like a queen draped in red. All she was missing was the crown. I wanted her when I met Krista, but she wasn’t having it. I knew she was a dirty little freak. Everyone in our city had fucked that tight little cunt. I knew the tricks she had up her sleeve. She acted all high and mighty like she was too good for everyone, but I knew the truth. She was a dirty fucking whore. And I was going to fuck her like one. Her pussy was dripping for me. I knew when I met her that she would want me eventually. The heel of my foot hit the bed frame. It was about to get fucking freaky.
Britt
I shoved him backward onto the bed. Our bodies collided as we hit the mattress with a soft thud.
Some might want to shame me for my line of work, but white picket fences and horse-drawn carriages were never my thing. He moved back toward the headboard as I made haste in unbuttoning his pants, pretending like I couldn’t wait to get his clothes off of him.
He stopped moving back, his back hitting the top of the bed, and I removed his jeans from his ankles. I pulled down his boxer briefs and, like I thought, little dick energy. I forced my eyes not to roll; this weak fuck had no idea what he got himself into.
I ran the tips of my sharp stiletto nails gently up and down the short length of his pathetic shaft, making sure to make it pleasurable even though I wanted to stab them right through the head of his cock. Not yet, though, but soon.
He moaned, so I looked up at him and locked eyes; I batted my lashes and took him into my mouth. He instantly hardens, his cock twitching as my maroon lipstick is ruined; I hollowed my cheeks as I sucked, cupping his balls with one hand and squeezing him at the base with the other. I deep-throat his dick easily; no gag reflex here, but even if I had one, he wouldn’t touch it. I looked up at him through my lashes, and his eyes were closed; good, he was letting himself relax. His thighs tightened, and his abs clenched in pleasure. Perfect.
I released his balls, not wanting him to nut yet, and I ran my palm slowly up and down his body. Goosebumps erupt all over. The fact that he harbored no guilt about Krista baffled me. I didn’t feel one ounce of guilt because, one, she’s over him; two, this is a job, and I have disconnected my mind from my heart. I was working, there was no feeling, no emotion, no attachment to him or anything I was doing. I weaponized my body because I got tired of everybody else using it. It was mine.
I focused back on the cock in my mouth, and I knew he was close to coming; my head game was on point. I had to perfect it to get the job done quickly.
I pumped my fist slowly up and back down as I took it out of my mouth.
“Fuck baby, you are so good at that”
I smirked.
He pulled at my arms, wanting me to straddle him, so I did. My pussy was completely exposed in this lingerie, and it would be easy for him to slide inside me.
I was wet, but not because he turned me on; it was because I got a thrill that aroused me more than any man ever could; sex wasn’t for pleasure for me anymore. I felt nothing. Empty and numb.
“Condom, I said. Grinding my pussy back and forth.
“Fuck you’re so fucking wet, Britt. Let me stick it in.”
“No”, I replied firmly. That fire was in his eyes again, that look that told me he wanted to force me to.
“I’m not on birth control, but I want you inside me,” I told him, hoping that extinguished the flame in his chest. The anger simmering there from my challenge.
“Okay, yeah, we don’t want any mistakes walking around here.” he leaned over to his bedside table, removing the top off of a little mirrored box. He grabbed a condom, ripped it open, and rolled it down his shaft. As soon as he was done, I plunged myself forcefully onto his cock, and he tensed.
“Oh my god,” I moaned, throwing my head back.
“Fuuuuck Britt, your pussy” he grabbed my thighs, gripping them, bruising. I knew it would leave marks, but I didn’t care. I rolled my hips in a circular motion as I bobbed my pussy up and down on his cock. Squishy sounds from my wetness filled the room.
“God damn,”
“I know,” I moaned.
“I feel good, don’t I?” I asked him
“Yes”, he groaned
“Tell me,” I ordered. I ran my hands up and down my body squeezing my tits and playing with my nipples teasing him. His pupils were dilated. He was drinking this shit up, just like I knew his pathetic ass would.
“It feels so fucking good, baby.”
“Good boy”, I whispered.
I sped up, bringing him as close as I could to coming; I watched for all the cues, tight abs, tight thighs, strained face, twitching cock, sucked-up balls. Predictable. His whole -body tensed, and he closed his eyes.
I pulled the mini dagger from my garter, maneuvering it into the correct position in my hand.
Clutching it as I pumped my pussy on his dick, I ordered him one last thing.
“Look at me,” I moaned, tightening my walls around him intentionally.
He obeyed like a good little bitch, and I sliced his throat, his eyes widening in shock; a line of blood splattered across the mint-white sheets in the direction I sliced. Oops.
Blood started to seep from the razor-thin line. He gasped for breath, his hands grabbing at his throat, trying to save himself. I leaned in, still riding him, and whispered.
“That’s for hurting my best friend.”
Then against his will, I made him cum. The hot cum filled the condom as his dick twitched and went limp inside me. His life slowly drained from him at the same damn time.
Mission accomplished, I said, giving myself a pat on the back.
I pulled myself off of him and texted the knights.
Me: It’s done. Send the cleanup crew.
Unknown. Money has been transferred.
A notification of the deposit flashed across the top of my screen.
“One million dollars,” I say out loud.
“Thanks so much”. I leaned in and kissed his cheek. Marking him with my signature red lip.
I turned to face the mirror on the wall. Then I moved to my knees. I have to make myself cum. I pulled out my lipstick vibrator, moving from my knees to my ass. I spread my legs wide open so I could watch myself. I put it on the strongest vibration and pushed it to my clit. My head rolled back, and waves of pleasure vibrated through me. I plunged two fingers inside myself. My walls gripped them for dear life. I bucked my hips into my fingers, and I rubbed the tip in circular motions around my clit. It pulsed from my self-care. Electric energy radiated into my core, and I chased it, wanting more, and then it exploded. I looked over at my handy work behind me as my pleasure leaked out of my pussy and dripped around my fingers. I pulled them from inside me and brought them to my mouth. Tasting myself. I got up and made my way to the restroom. Turning the sink on, I rinsed the bullet.
Making my way back to my trench coat, I put it on and fixed my hair one last time.
“Perfect,” I told myself as I applied a layer of lipstick. I left my pussy dripping with my arousal. I like it. I turned and walked out, swinging my hips from side to side, feeling accomplished. Right when I open the door to the stairwell, the elevator dings. The doors slid open, and I paused, wanting them to see me, wanting him to see me.
He made eye contact with me immediately, his dark eyes sucking the soul from mine. I looked away, feigning shyness, pretending to brush a loose hair behind my ear. Looking over my shoulder as the door closed, I caught him looking over his shoulder at me, too. He never speaks. He only stares. All six foot six of him. Tall, dark, and handsome, like a dark knight. Too bad happy endings weren’t written in my story. Krista was the only person I was capable of loving. I’m okay with that. The door slams closed, sealing the space between us the same way fate has. The sun and the moon can never be together; they were cursed to want each other for eternity but will never be able to be together. Unless they eclipse, forcing the world into darkness. I just don’t see that in the cards. I make my way back down to the floor I entered on and make my way out of the hotel lobby. Next, please.