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Cursing, James tried the woman’s restroom and found the exact same sign and situation.

Fed up, he made his way out the back door to the alley behind the bar and unzipped his jeans. He began doing his business against the dumpster that was placed between the bar and the end of the alley.

The door behind him slamming open had his stream jerking and landing on his shoes.

“Fuck, what the fuck man?” James hurriedly tucked his dick away and turned around ready to start an altercation with whoever interrupted.

Only to feel a piercing burn in his chest, James’ eyes flew downwards to watch as a knife continued its path into his body.

A gloved hand pushing it into place.

James eyes stayed open just long enough to make out his murderer.

“You?” he expelled hoarsely as the knife was removed and he fell to the ground.

The weapon dripped with crimson as James shook aggressively and took his last shallow breaths.

“One down, two to go.” Were the last words James ever heard, before he shuddered one final time, collapsing face up on his own piss in the alley way.

Lifeless.

Chapter nineteen

Izzy

Ifelt wet. Sensual. Something was pushing into me. My hips rolled on their own accord into the feeling.

“That’s a good girl, let me stretch you,” a dark voice rasped out as he pushed his fingers into me forcefully. It felt incredible.

I teetered on the line of consciousness, my eyes still firmly shut. I allowed myself to just feel, without thought. A vibration found my clit and I moaned into my pillow.

“Yes, you are almost ready for me,” the same deep voice continued, “I need to taste you, but first I need you. I’ve waited too long.”

The words echoed around my sleep-addled brain as I slowly came into consciousness. Before I could open my eyes, I was flipped onto my hands and knees by rough, strong hands and dragged to the edge of the bed. A few moments later, something silky was placed over my eyes, covering them.

“We’ll do this again, I promise. But this time, fall into the sensations.”

I was still not fully awake, and I allowed my diluted mind to accept the man’s suggestion. This was an ethereal encounter. I was falling into the feelings and not allowing my rationale to cloud the experience.

The man repositioned himself. He now seemed to stand on the ground, while I was on my hands and knees on the edge of the bed. I felt the vibrations return to my clit as, simultaneously, something much larger than his fingers pushed at my entrance.

He had already gotten me to the edge before I became aware of it. My body reacting to what my mind was just now catching up on. I could feel tingling between my thighs, my muscles clenching up, and I was hot. I could tell he had been using the vibrator on me as I slept, and I was close.

I whimpered as he continued pressing into me, stretching me. It was too much. I wasn’t sure he would fit. “Too big.” The words were garbled as I was pushed face first into the bed. Contrary to my words, my desire increased, and tension began to curl even tighter deep inside. I was loving every moment of this.

Of my lack of control.

“That’s not the word,” the man grunted out harshly before slamming completely into me.

I came on a scream, convulsing around his thick cock. I fought him, but one of his large hands used my hip as a handle to hold me in place. I was officially fully awake.

“What a good, dirty girl, you take me so well.” He leaned over my back kissing and sucking on my neck while pulling the vibrator away.

I relaxed slowly, allowing myself to adjust to his size.

Was that it? I did come, but I wasn’t sure what to expect next. Right when I thought he was just going to pull out and end it there, he pushed the vibrator up once more finding my clit.

I needed more of him.

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