Page 30 of Bake the Town Red

Even though Gunner screams and murmurs curses the best he can, I still hear the sound the blades make when I snap them.

Snip. Snap.

“Your tongue.” I hover over him, casting a shadow over his ugly, abusive face. “Give it to me.”

At that, he slams his mouth shut. Nostrils flaring. Eyes burning with rage.

“You don’t deserve it, you know.” The more I tug on his chin, the more he resists. “You’ve been putting your tongue to bad, bad use. Other than beating up your wife, you talk to her like crap. Saying perverted shit to your daughter. Without her consent. She hates you, and you go on, being the piece of shit you are.”

Confusion flashes on his features.

“You seriously think no one sees?”

He closes his mouth tighter.

I anticipated this.

I’m calm as I pocket my giant scissors to the front of my black murder apron. Smiling as I reach for two frosting piping bags.

“One cinnamon frosting and one chocolate mint for our special boy over here.”

A touch of frosting drips from the opening of the bags. Reminds me of Tyler’s leaking cock when I grind my pussy on his face while he sleeps.

Since Gunner’s busy, his jaw working overtime to snap his mouth closed, I go down memory lane.

I’d been sitting out here on Tyler’s fire escape for long minutes, waiting. Waiting, waiting, waiting until the dedicated software engineer slash sleuth finished writing his blog.

The busy man had been keeping tabs on a serial killer who’d been leaving hints on his next kills on FyndUsHere. He’d been doing so for the last six months or so.

The police couldn’t connect the murders.

Tyler did. Tyler always did.

As soon as the notification from his blog popped up, I read the entire thing on my phone. Gobbled it. Got wet from how Tyler had tapped into the killer’s mind by tapping into his own dark side.

And he had one, I found out, as I kept reading his blog.

“This guy gets off on killing both men and women. I bet he goes home, safe and sound. Coming so hard knowing no one’s onto him. I’m here to make sure every future orgasm he has will be in prison. A forced one while he gets railed in the ass.”

My eyes watered at the vivid imagery.

By the time I finished reading, the light in his window had been switched off. Thirty more minutes, and I climbed inside. The list ofthings I had to do before Halloween was a long one, so I had to be quick on that September night.

Next to Tyler’s bed, I removed my Chucks and leggings. Bunched my black maxi skirt up to my waist.

His turn. I pushed his gray blanket down to his knees, revealing the ridges of his abs, his large albeit soft cock in his gray sweats. My Tyler slept on his back. Always slept on his back. I hadn’t seen anything other than his front, ever.

Didn’t matter. It was his mouth I was after. And I took it. Always.

I straddled his body. My feet were braced on either side of his face while I looked at his cock as it began to stir. It was incredible. The mere scent of my arousal—while he slept—had Tyler hardening.

More wetness pooled between my thighs as a response to him. Goosebumps trailed all over my skin when I lowered my pussy to his mouth. His touch in that sensitive spot was delicious.

Not as delicious as watching his cock jerk and thicken and throb.

For me.

Carefully, I pushed his sweats and boxers down to his balls. Freed his thick length.

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