Page 34 of Can't Stop
My gaze settles on a landline phone on the bedside table. It’s not a cordless model, so there are two cords to choose from. “Bones, over there,” I say with a nod toward the cords.
She sees what I mean and hurries to retrieve what we require. When she reaches my side again, she secures the woman’s appendages as I hold them in place. Now for the kicker.
“Just like we practiced,” I say as she loops the second cord around the woman’s throat and attaches it to the hog tie. When she sits back with a grin, so proud of her work, I’m practically beaming with pride myself. “Beautiful. Now every time she relaxes, she’ll start choking herself a little more.”
She pats the woman’s head, then stands up. “She won’t be able to watch us if she’s on the floor, though.”
“Then I guess we fuck on the floor.” I shrug. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”
“Yeah, the bed is kind of messy, what with his guts everywhere. Not that fucking in a pile of guts would be a turnoff.”
“Speak for yourself,” I mutter as I rise to my full height and pull her into my arms.
The blood has begun to dry, so we stick together wherever we touch. My hands stutter as they slide down her sides and land on her hips. She’s so beautiful. And she’s all mine.
“I love you, bones.”
The woman whimpers at our feet as her body begins to grow tired in that position.
Rayna drops to her knees in front of me, aiming her ass toward me as she faces the woman. Their noses are inches apart as she turns and looks at me over her shoulder. “And I love you. Now get down here and make me come before she dies.”
“Wouldn’t want her to miss that. It’s the most spectacular thing I’ve ever experienced.”
I drop to my knees behind her and stroke myself as I stare at the enticing sight before me. Her full ass begs to be spanked and squeezed. Just beyond her, the woman is losing her fight. Panic lights her eyes as she spares a millimeter of space to relax. That brief respite cost her some rope, and the thin cord digs into her neck a little more. Not enough to kill her yet, but enough to let her know it’s coming.
The visual stimulus is enough to get me going, and I push inside Rayna’s warmth. A long, low moan rolls out of her mouth and slaps the woman in the face. The woman grunts and tries to turn her head, but that movement only tightens death’s grip.
Rayna must be enjoying it as well. With every whimper from the woman, her pussy clenches around my throbbing cock. Fuck, she’s so wet.
Despite having emptied my balls a ridiculous amount of times, I’m too close already. We still have a ways to go, and I don’t want to finish before the main event. She’s just too perfect in this position. Every forward thrust pulls more pleasure out of me, and it’s all connected to her. After only a few minutes, I need to switch positions.
I ease out of Rayna and roll her onto her back, angling her so that she can still watch the suffering. Once I get her on her back, I grip her thick thighs and pull her closer. She’s like a perfect little fuck doll, so compliant and willing. She can be bossy in her own right, but she knows when to hand the control to me, like right now.
Hushed groans and grunts escape from the woman as she loses more line. She’s trying so hard to hold it together and remain calm.
I’m not. I’m done holding back.
“Use me, Dalton,” Rayna whispers. “Fuck me like I don’t matter.”
With fucking pleasure.
I force myself inside her, earning a pained yelp, but I hear the pleasure in that sound. She turns her head to the side to continue witnessing the woman’s demise as I raise her hips and slide my hands under her lower back to give me the leverage I need. In my grasp, she’s so small and fuckable.
I pump her on my cock, harder and faster. She rises onto her toes to give me a better angle, and I rail her as we watch death creep closer beside us. Rayna drives her hand between her legs. Her fingers move in a blur as she massages her swollen clit. As her thighs begin to shake, I’m unsure if it’s from an impending orgasm or impending paralysis as I pound her spine out of alignment.
“I’m so fucking close,” Rayna grits out between her clenched teeth.
Question answered.
My balls draw up at the promise of her pleasure, but I’m still not ready. Not yet.
I focus on the ceiling, keeping my tempo steady for her sake. I keep fucking her brutally for mine. The ceiling is the safest place to look, though. If I see the way her breasts sway with each forceful thrust, I’ll lose all control. She’s so beautiful that it hurts sometimes.
Rayna’s pussy starts clenching in a rhythm, and we’re out of time. As she begins to shake, so does the woman beside her, though for a very different reason. Rayna is busy living while that bitch is busy dying.
Witnessing death as Rayna begins to orgasm—this is my magnum opus.
This is what we’ve been moving toward, and it’s beautiful.
