Page 10 of Ready Or Not

Immediately, she puts her mouth back on my pussy.

Fear and adrenaline radiate through me. My hands are stuck, my hips are stuck, and that horrible, awful pleasure is back.

The woman grunts into me, and I snap my gaze to the man behind her. He makes eye contact with me and then winks. I’m shifted enough that I can see he’s messing with her. With the other hand, he runs the gun up and down her back, pointing it at me.

The woman groans again, her eyes glazed over. She glances at me, then her eyes darken. “No.” She yanks her hand out of my pussy to slap it.

I cry out.

“Don’t fucking look at him. Look at me while I make you come.”

Pain shoots through me, but the woman immediately laps it away. She eats me like she owns me. Like my body was meant for her mouth and fingers, and she’ll wring every ounce of pleasure from me that I have.

I feel my orgasm building. The feeling is so powerful and compelling. I fight with it, with her, but there’s nowhere for me to go. It’s like the woman can sense that I’m getting close, too. She maintains the same pressure and rhythm, fucking the hell out of my clit until I’m wound tight.

The woman’s face slams into me with a little extra power as she’s shoved from behind, and that pushes me over the edge. My orgasm slams into me with blinding intensity and washes over my entire body. My muscles lock up, my toes curl, and all the pressure from earlier comes rushing out of me.

I want to scream, but I’m silent. I’m locked there, everything forced out of my muscles as the woman continues her assault on my clit.

My world grows fuzzy as I come down off the high. I can feel the dopamine flooding my system as it mixes with the stress. My muscles go limp.

Vaguely, I hear the woman moan and cuss. I blink slowly. A shadow moves above me.

“Such a good thing for me.” A tickle of hair brushes the side of my face, and I look over. The woman is leaning over me, and one of her braids has fallen down. And past her, I see dark roots and dirt and…

I focus closer.

A tiny little mouse skull. It’s weathered and dirty from the elements, but the brown and white bone peeks out at me all alone.

“There. Be free, bambi.”

Suddenly, my hands are loose. I yank them down over my head. They’re numb.

I watch the woman, who turns to the silent man. “Give me my gun.”

He says nothing.

Her voice lowers. “I’ll kill you, Manson, and I’ll get off doing it. Wouldn’t want me to get off without you, now would you?”

I scoot up, feeling flooding back into my arms. I’m still overwhelmed with the looseness from the orgasm, but I know I need to move.

I inch back, seeing if either one will pay attention to me. They’re still facing each other. Now’s my chance.

I grab the mouse skull and run.

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Cute Girl - Diggy Graves

The woman I picked is a fascinating creature. She has those big brown eyes, a perfect body, and a pussy that tastes like heaven. When she was standing in line, she looked at me with an expression much like a deer’s. Like she was frozen and didn’t know what to do. And she was quiet. Not loud like the rest of the fools who come here.

Hunting her down and eating her until she came was fascinating. She hardly reacted. Just a few tears, some apologies, and then quiet. She’s nothing like most normies who make a huge dramatic show.

So naturally, I followed her home.

I meant to scare this woman tonight. Meant to get under her skin, literally and figuratively. To feed on the power she gave me. But she was so expressionless, besides those few tears. They leaked out of her eyes without all the gross slobbering that most people do. Instead, they made her eyes shine even brighter with an unreadable expression.

She reminds me of me.

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