Page 12 of Sinner: Before Rain
Another name, another La Notte del Diavolo.
This one was quick, a follower who turned their back on The Chapel. This one was to send a message to anyone else thinking about it.
Stabbed in the heart.
I left afterward. I don't do clean-up duty after these things. Mind you, I know how, and if I wanted a body to disappear, I could make it happen. But with The Chapel, that’s some other bitches job. And typically the bodies go swimming with the sharks.
Adrenaline is high after each kill. My outlet–sex.
Tonight, I have a seemingly desperate brunette riding my cock in the back of my car.
I moved out of Maxton and my mom’s place the moment the clock struck midnight on my eighteenth birthday.
The trust fund my dad set up for me kicked in, and I was gone.
I found a place outside of town that’s secluded, it’s perfect.
I’ve started working on my in-home version of the shed at my dad’s, but it’s way fucking better.
I’ve missed having my place of solitude. I have been stationed in The Chapel for the past eight years with all my gear in my backpack. Now it will have its own home.
That's why I have this chick bouncing on my cock in my car, because I never bring chicks back to my sacred space.
With my black hoodie still on, my jeans are around my knees as the brunette rides my hard cock. Her head is thrown back, her long locks tickle my thighs, and her tits bounce as she rocks on me.
“Fuck, Eli. You feel so good,” she whimpers.
“Shut up and milk my cock.”
I don’t want to hear her or any other desperate slut speak while my cock is in their mouth, pussy, or ass.
She goes from speaking to moaning, which is almost just as bad, but I allow it.
As my climax builds, watching her body move on me, I grip her hips with my hands and take control, pounding into her as hard as I fucking can. The tip of my cock rubs against her cervix with each thrust. Her pussy walls grip around me.
My balls tingle, tightening as my come erupts out of me, filling the condom as I continue to work her, using her for my own release.
Faintly I can still hear her moans, but I am now too absorbed in my own orgasm to hear her. My body tingles, almost like a numb feeling is encompassing me.
Her pussy milks me, as my balls finish emptying.
The feeling comes back into my legs first, the rest of my body follows as my eyes remain hooded.
With a heavy breath, I toss the brunette off me.
“Hey, I wasn’t done coming,” she complains from the floor of my backseat, her knees lifted to her chest.
“Don’t care. I got what I needed. Now get out,” I demand as I pull my pants up, keeping the condom on. I don’t trust the bitch.
Slipping her tee over her head first, she sits on the edge of the seat, sliding her jean shorts up and over her ass, which I have had a few times now.
She’s a decent fuck.
She does the job I need her to do.
Once dressed, she doesn’t move. Looking down at her hands, she whispers, “One day, I’m not going to let you do this anymore.”
Not bothered, I shrug. “That’s fine.”
