Page 56 of The Hand that Frays

The Butcher is out to play tonight, and fuck, how I’ve missed him.

“Get on the bed, on all fours. Let me see you,” he says, a slight amount of gravel bleeding in his tone.

As I heed his order, I have a rumbling storm building in my body that only Neo can stave off. So, I know I need to be on my best behavior.

Or he’ll ruin every single orgasm that tries to crest.

I get on all fours at the edge of the flowery bed, leaning down on my forearms and opening myself to him.

“Fuck, look at you,” he hisses, the cold metal of the gun-running the torrid length of my slit.

“This cunt is so fucking pretty,” he growls, crouching as he slips the tip of his tongue over my aching entrance.

I cry out, bowing back and opening to him.

“Such a greedy slut, per usual.”

God, his mouth.

His words.

They light a fucking fire in me that only he can tamp.

I need him so badly that my body feels like it’ll overheat at any moment. I keep my mouth shut, however. I don’t know what he’ll do if I beg.

Nor do I want to find out.

“What has you behaving for the Butcher tonight?” he asks me, his gun sliding over my pussy as he stands and leans over my back. The barrel presses into my clit as he rocks it back and forth, and my eyes roll back in my head as I fight a whimper.

“Answer me, stupid girl.”

“I need you,” I admit with a whisper. “I need you so fucking bad.”

“I’ll need you even when I’m fucking dead and rotting, Lyla.”

His words cause me to buck on the gun, forgetting wholly that it’s loaded and the safety is off.

As soon as I stepped into this world with Neo, I knew my end would be fantastic. I knew that I’d go out in a blaze of fucking glory either with him beside me or with his hand welding the weapon.

“You going to come for me like this, beautiful?” His words have me moving faster, slinking higher toward release.

I nod. “So close. Please, Neo. Please let me come.”

He chuckles menacingly, pulling the gun away from my center. “No. I don’t think I will. Not yet, anyhow.”

I’m his favorite game besides killing.

I love that I am, too.

When his cock nudges my entrance, I all but beg for him to press inside. To scratch the burning itch he’s created.

I’m a lucky girl tonight because he’s weak. He’d toy with me for hours, usually tormenting me until we were both mad for one another, but tonight, he doesn’t.

His cock sheathes inside my body, stretching me and causing a sting where my muscles make way.

He gives me a few thrusts, just enough to build the fire inside me as he stokes it higher.

“You always feel so good. Fuck,” he groans, and the sound of it makes me feral.

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