Page 10 of Dead Woman Walking

He growls, and it sends shivers to my quivering core. His hand never stops pumping his knife handle in and out of me while using his other hand to swirl my clit at a perfect speed.He is definitely someone who can pat his head and rub his stomachsimultaneously.

“Oh god!” My head drops back, fingers faltering a bit around his dick. Tightness balls in my hips.

He moans an approval, moving closer.

My eyes blur as they close. My hips roll for added pleasure. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Please don’t stop.”

He doesn’t. His hips thrust against my fist, groans choking from his throat. The sound is music to my ears.

My thighs shake as I see stars sparking behind my eyelids, and the knife is pushed into me all the way it can go without hurting me. The moment he does that, my core clenches, making it harder to move. “I’m coming! I’m coming! Oh fuck! Oh please! Please!”

I anticipated the impending crash, my body tightening up. Trains collide in the world as I sob and cry. My hips buck, yet my body stiffens, seeking that high. Then the moment I breathe out, I come, liquid rushing down his hand.

He lets out a rough growl, pulling the knife out and dropping it to the side. At a quick glance, I can see how wet and white the handle is. His wet fingers grip my hips, pulling me from the sink and pushing me straight to my knees.

Brahms unzips his pants the rest of the way, freeing his massive cock right in front of my face. My liquids drip all over his fingers, and he uses that to lube up his shaft. His other hand is on my chin, thumb running over my mouth.

My eyes lock with his through the mask, and I stick out my tongue for him.

He groans, hips jerking with his hand. He’s rubbing his cock so hard, searching for his release. I grab his hips, one of my hands reaching out to cup his balls. He jerks and whimpers.

“Oh, my god. You’re so close,” I breathe, lifting myself to lick his leaking tip. I edge him along, sucking and licking his tip.

His head drops back, the other hand tangling in my curls. With a final moan, he removes his hand and shoves himself into my mouth.

My eyes widen as he pushes himself all the way to the back of my throat. I try to pull away, but he won’t let me. Hot cum fills my throat, choking me. My nose hits his freshly shaved pubic area and my eyes water, but hearing him whimper and him trying to push himself deeper only makes my wet core tighten more.

I finally break free, body jerking as I puke right there on the bathroom floor.It was too much.I cough, gasping for air.

Two pats come on my head, and my eyes look up at him. He towers over me, heavy dick hanging, still hard. I lick my lips, still tasting him. His eyes shine with pride as he watches me. I feel so small, but in a different way to how Oliver had me feeling. This way makes my soaking pussy clench as I look up at him. It’s like he is looking at me as though he were the one on his knees. The three masked guys have ignited a fire within me today, giving me a bit of strength.

He holds out a hand, helping me to my feet.

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The moment I step out of the bathroom after collecting myself, a heavy hand grabs my arm, making me gasp.

Oliver is waiting for me?

My body hits a hard chest, but when I look up, I see Jason. His hard eyes search my face as he grabs my chin, moving my head and examining me.

I watch him.Why is he caring so much?

Then he glares at Brahms as his warmth covers my back.

Jason pushes my face back a bit, making it tap Brahms’ chest. Then he waves me off, and I glance back at Brahms.

Just like that. My fun with serial killerswasover, and they wanted me gone.

I take my chance, moving back to the party. But when I look back, I see them… talking and chuckling while they look at me.I wanted to hear their voices.

Oliver is nowhere in sight back at the campfire, and I like it that way. Moving to the kegs, I grab a beer, washing the taste of Brahms away, though I liked it.

“Yo, have you seen Oliver?” The guy from the entrance asks one of his friends near the keg.

My eyes move to him.

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