Page 30 of My Girl
But there’s something aboutlettingher know that gets to me.
I stuff my finger in, then pull it out with a slick pop. The juices crawl down my glove, and I lick them off: sour and fresh, mixed with leather. I don’t desire pussy or cock; I crave being the predator. I need thethreat.I relish in the power of forcing myself onto a person, even as they die. And yet there’s something about tastingherthat makes me lick my lips.
It’ll be a shame to kill her one day. She has so much potential; all she needs is a little push. Inevitably though, I’ll lose interest. I always do.
But I’m not bored yet.
I kneel down, stuffing my mouth to her pussy, my masked nose in her ass crack, rubbing against her hole. My fat tongue flickers across her folds, and the zipper scrapes against her slit. She wiggles her hips—the zipper must be tickling her—and she grinds her ass into my face, her arousal smearing my mask and lips.
The fucking cunt on this woman.
I grab her hips, pulling her to me, feasting on those delicious, wanton, slutty little holes. Her cunt is slick, slopping against me, and I thrust my hips forward, knocking into the bed frame, jostling her in bed. I don’t stop. I lick up, tracing her pussy lips up to her ass crack, then I tongue-fuck her dark hole.
She moans. Rolls over. Her lips smack.
I could go right now.I should.
Or I could let her know that I’ll always be watching her.
I stand over her then, positioning myself so that I’m the first thing she sees. Her eyelids flicker open. She blinks, then focuses on the mesh screens covering my eyes.
She screams.
I pin her to the bed with my weight, pinching her nose shut and covering her mouth. Her eyes are frantic. She whimpers into my palm.
“You’re going to listen to me very carefully, Rae,” I say. I let go of her nose and mouth, and instead, I grab her neck, choking her the way she tried to get her conquest to choke her a few hours ago. “You belong to me. Every time you give someone else pleasure. Every time someone else touches you. It’s only becauseIam letting them fuck you. Do you understand me?”
Her eyelids flutter. I tighten my grip. She nods frantically.
“Then say it,” I growl.
“I’m yours,” she sputters.
She pulls at my hands, but the little girl is no match for me, and she never will be. Her eyes bulge, and my dick strains against my pants. I thrust against her. There’s too much fucking fabric between us. I squeeze harder until she only has seconds left.
“You’re going to kill for me one day,” I say in a low voice. “You’re going to die for me too. And fuck, I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”
Her eyes roll to white, her muscles loosening. Unconscious.
I smirk at the camera lens on her purse, then I move quickly, leaving her alone. Once I’m on the communal stairwell, I rip off my mask and stuff it in my pocket. This time, I don’t run into any neighbors on the stairs.
In the truck, I gaze at her building. She stands on the top stair near the rail. Her eyes glaze over my truck as she adjusts her pajama pants. I’m too far away. She has no idea that it’s me.
She goes back inside.
I sniff. The scent of her cunt lingers on my lips, but it’s not sex that I want. It’s blood.Her blood.
But I’m not going to kill her yet.
I download a few hookup apps, using the same info I copied from her surveillance programs. After two failed attempts, the login for the third app works.
Are you free?I want to fuck now,she typed.
I click on the conquest’s profile, then download his default photo and use a reverse image search to find him.
The conquest—her hookup, DrummerBoy420—lives in Pahrump, but his picture is uploaded to one of the Las Vegas resort websites. A cabana boy for rich and wild cougars. He’s young and fit. He must make a good chunk of change at the resort. He’s Rae’s age, and I’m way fucking older than her.
Aww, what is it?my mother’s voice asks.Are you jealous, little boy? Jealous because she asked that man to come over and not you?
