Page 6 of Love in the Dark

With that, Azazel thrusts forward, filling Cherrie's pussy with his thick dick. Cherrie cries out, her eyes rolling back in her head as she feels Azazel's length stretch her to the limit. She always loves the feeling of being taken by him, but in this moment, with an audience, it’s even more intense.

Azazel begins to move, his hips snapping forward as he pounds into Cherrie with abandon. Her walls clench around him, and she meets his thrusts with her own, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that fills the warehouse with a lewd, wet sound.

"Oh yes, Az! Right there!" Cherrie moans, her hands gripping Azazel's shoulders as he pounds into her. "Fuck me like you hate me."

Azazel grunts, his eyes never leaving the man in the chair. "You like that, huh? You like watching me fuck my woman?"

The man in the chair is beyond words, his eyes darting between Azazel's intense gaze and the scene of Cherrie's curvy body bouncing against the wall with each powerful thrust. Cherrie throws her head back, her brown hair cascading over her shoulders as she cries out in pleasure. "Fuck… oh, fuck!"

Azazel reaches around, squeezing Cherrie's plump ass cheeks as he drives into her with increasing speed and force.

"You ready to cum, baby? You want to show him how good it feels when I fill you up?" Azazel wraps one hand around Cherrie’s throat as he continues to pound into her.

"Yes! Oh God, yes!" Cherrie's voice is hoarse with desire, her body quivering on the edge of release.

Azazel leans forward, his lips brushing against Cherrie's ear as he whispers, "Then cum for me, slut. Cum for me and show him who you belong to." His words send Cherrie over the edge, and she screams out her release, her pussy clenching tightly around Azazel's cock. Her body shakes uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

Feeling Cherrie's pussy contract around him, Azazel moans and thrusts a few more times before reaching his own climax. With a final, powerful stroke, he buries himself deep inside her and releases his load, filling her pussy with his hot cum. Cherrie whimpers, her body still trembling as she comes down from her intense orgasm. She feels Azazel's breath on her neck, his chest heaving against her back as he recovers from his own release.

Slowly, Azazel pulls out of Cherrie, and they both turn to face the man in the chair. He’s breathing heavily, his eyes glazed with a mix of fear and longing as he takes in the aftermath of their passionate display. Azazel smirks, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Well, that was exactly what I needed. But now, it's time for you to go."

The man begins to struggle again, his eyes wide as the realization of what was about to happen, slams into him. Cherrie approaches him, running a finger gently along his cheek. "Don't worry, sweetheart," she coos, her voice lacing with mock sympathy. "You got to watch us, and now we'll give you a front-row seat to your own death." The man begins to plead through his gag, his eyes darting between the lethal couple.

Azazel laughs, a cold and callous sound. "Enough of that. " He grabs the man by the hair and slits his throat in one swift, brutal motion. The man's eyes widen in surprise, and then he slumps forward, his life draining away as his blood begins to stain the floor. Cherrie stands beside Azazel, her hand against his chest as they watch the man's final moments. She starts clapping and giggling. "That was quite a show, Daddy," she says with a satisfied smile on her face. "I just love playtime."

Azazel wraps an arm around her, pulling her close. "That's the beauty of our life, baby. Every day is a new adventure, and every night we make our own rules." Together, they walk away from the scene, leaving the dead man behind, and as they walk out, a crew of men walk in to dispose of the mess they’d made. As they speed down the highway, the night sky a blur of stars above them, Cherrie cuddles up to her man, her head resting against his shoulder.

She looks up at him, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Baby, I gotta confess something." Azazel smiles, his green eyes flashing with dangerous promise.

"Confess, baby? You know I love your dirty little secrets." His hand strays from the steering wheel to squeeze her thigh, feeling the soft flesh above her stocking.

"Mmm, I know you do," Cherrie purrs, biting her lip. "It's just... I've been having these fantasies lately. Like, really naughty ones."

Azazel's grip on her thigh tightens, his thumb circling dangerously close to the hem of her short skirt. "Go on, baby. You know I'll make them come true." Cherrie takes a deep breath, her heart pounding with anticipation.

"I've been thinking about women," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "I want to feel a woman's soft skin; to taste her sweetness. I want to watch you fuck her, and then join in."

Azazel's dick hardens at her words. He pulls the car over to the side of the road, the engine rumbling as it idles. "You're my dirty little slut, Cherrie, and I just love it." He grips her chin, his eyes burning with intensity. "We'll make it happen. We'll find the perfect woman to play with us."

Cherrie smiles, leaning in to lick the shell of his ear. "I want her tonight, Az. I'm so fucking wet just thinking about it."

"Anything your heart…and pussy desires, my love." Azazel growls, his hand moving down to cup her pussy through her lace panties. "Let me take care of this first." He rubs her wetness, his fingers working her over gently, knowing exactly how to touch her–to drive her wild. Cherrie moans, grinding her ass against the seat as he teases her.

"Oh Az, right there... but I want to save it. I want to cum when I finally taste the sweet pussy we choose."

Azazel smirks, his breath hot against her ear. "You're gonna drive me crazy until then. Seeing you like this, all worked up, is gonna be my fuel for the next target."

"Mmm, I want to fuel your dick, baby," Cherrie teases, reaching between his legs to grasp his thick length through his pants. "I want to feel you explode for me."

Azazel hisses at her touch, his body tense with need. "Fuck, Cherrie, you're playing with fire."

"I want to play with her fire, too," Cherrie whispers, nipping at his ear. "I want her to burn for us, Az. I want her to be a part of our game."

Azazel pulls away, a devious smirk on his face. "You're gonna get your wish soon enough, baby. I know just the place for us to find a girl for us to play with."

The devious couple sets their plan in motion. They have a particular taste for prey, and this time, their target just so happens to be a young woman named Sophia. She’s a bartender at a local dive bar, feisty and full of life, with brown skin and a wild streak that intrigues them.

Azazel and Cherrie sit at the bar, their eyes fixating on Sophia as she works. She moves with grace, her curvy body a tempting art. Her laugh is full and free, drawing them in like a siren's song. Azazel signals to Cherrie, a subtle movement of his eyes, and she knows it’s time.

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