Page 28 of Body Tox

She squeaked in happy surprise when I increased my speed, that sweet sound of her drenched cunt echoing in the room around us. Her sounds of frustrated moans pushed me farther into the lull of passion and dominance. She was opening more and more to me, and those suction sounds increased.

“Mmm, that’s a good girl,” I growled in approval. “Open up for me so I can fill this fucking hole.”

“Except maybe your mouth, you dick,” she amended, grinding into my hand harder.

“Oh? Just my mouth?” I teased, pulling my hand free of her slippery pussy.

She growled and bucked forward with a whimper. Instead of giving her back my hand, I spun the table around on its wheels. Kneeling beside the table for a better angle at her glistening pussy, I latched onto her clit with my lips.

Now she was practically screaming, the sound was familiar, and my ego swelled along with my aching cock.

“Missing her tongue now, Little Wraith?” I said, my lips moving against her dripping cunt.

She whimpered in response.

I smirked at her and twirled the tongue in my grip, shoving it nice and deep in her pussy while latching onto her fucking pulsing clit.

She gasped and moaned louder. Turns out this woman was a little screamer. “Never heard that sound from you before.”

“Fuck…you,” she tried to close her legs, whimpering at my increased speed and the thickness of the muscle pumping in and out of her.

“If I wasn’t afraid of you chopping off my jewels, that may happen,” I said. “But for now, my Little Wraith, just enjoy this and let fuckinggo.”

She started to mouth off, but I fucked her with my little toy as fast as I was able while biting the opposite thigh that wasn’t singed with a nasty red rash from her little exit attempt.

She came all over the table. Her hand that was trapped under the velcro band was close enough to my hair, and she gripped the strands, stationing me still.

The geyser of her orgasm shot out the makeshift toy like a rocket launcher, leaving it to fly off onto the floor. I happily nearly drowned in her waterfall of squirt, drinking every drop I could catch. She coated my face, my chest, and the table. There were traces of her blood from her thigh in her come that were now in my mouth.

That heady taste of this woman’s orgasm and fucking blood was a lethal combination sure to fucking kill me. It was too much, but not yet enough. Too good…too fucking tempting.

This woman was going to make me lose my goddamn mind.

I sat up, standing to look at the table, seeing the reflection of my face and hair. Everything was dripping with this woman’s vengeful pleasure.

“Good fucking girl Little Wraith. Good girl.”

Iwatched the stranger mopping, spraying, and cleaning up the bodies on the ground. He had taken off his fucking jacket and shirt, using it to wrap around his head to avoid smelling them. I couldn’t tell if he was trying to block out the stench of ‘stiff stink’ or the metallic swirl already in the air from the blood bath around. It looked fucking stupid either way.

It reminded me of what I used to do to clean up the shit box from my cat. The nightmare was long gone now—killed the same night as my mom. The only thing I had left of him was the toy moose he used to sleep with, but I guess now even that was gone.

Dad wouldn’t have sent a new dude after me unless he was intent on not getting me home. His drones picked me up toomany times to count, but this…it felt different. Maybe this guy was a hitman—a delicious, godly-tongued hitman.

I eyed the man suspiciously. He hadn’t let me off this cold ass table that was covered in my humiliating come. If not for the dead man’s lab coat he had picked up and thrown over me, I’d be no better than the naked slabs this metal thing underneath me had seen in its lifetime.

He said he was my bodyguard, and god damn, the sting on my thigh from him literally burning my ass out of hell was not feeling great.

Asshole robbed me. I was to be with Cali, but now after Cali watched me get tongue fucked, literally, I really couldn’t look her in the eyes again.

Maybe I was better off topside, at least until I figured out what this fuck wanted with me.

His body was drenched in sweat, and fuck me if I didn’t want to lick it off him.

Wasn’t there some kind of psychological shit where when you were sexual with a man, you automatically wanted his juices? This was simply trauma-bonded horniness, regardless of whether that actually existed or not.

I looked at the tattoos littering his body. There were all kinds of images, none making sense, all having completely different themes. There was a fence, some woods, a pen cap, braided hair, a TV, tunnels…

Were these random, or did they have a deeper meaning?

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