Page 236 of Satan's Spawn
Rebecca isn’t the only one of us discovering kinks, because as much as I hated the idea of people watching her come undone, ever since Levi’s party I can’t stop thinking about all the places I’d like to fuck her in public.
Up against the wall of the Chrysler Building.
Central Park.
The middle of Times Square.
The images alone are enough to have me grunting with each thrust, bending Rebecca over on the hood again for the best angle to hit her fucking cervix.
Because that’s the only destination I’m headed for now.
With a long, deep thrust, Rebecca’s pained scream bellows out into the parking lot, making it clear I’ve arrived.
When she glances at me I find tears glistening in her eyes.
She better get used to them, though, because she feels too fucking good choking my dick for me to stop now.
And if Rebecca wants to bleed, I’ll make sure to have my cock doused in red.
“Are you crying already, Little Ghost?” I lean down to buzz in her ear, filling her once again to the hilt. “You had enough?”
“Never.” She whimpers when I slam into her harder. “I said make me fucking bleed.”
The pistol slides down the car, so Rebecca reaches a hand out to stop it…and judging by the way she’s looking at the gun, wheels are turning in her head.
“Crayton...” She swallows, proving my point.
Rebecca wants to ask something, and chances are I won’t like it.
“What else could you possibly need besides my cock right now?”
She looks back at me again, holding the gun.
“You’re out of your fucking mind.” I shake my head.
“Please…” Her tone is needy. “I just want to feel it inside me.”
“It’s fucking loaded Rebecca.”
She smiles coyly. “Exactly my point.”
“Holy, fuck. You really are tryin’ to kill me.” It’s insane to imagine, but fucking her with my pistol doesn’t have my dick twitching inside her any less.
Rebecca dangles the gun in her hand. “As long as you don’t kill me first.”
I swipe it from her.
With weapon in hand, I take a couple steps back until my cock bobs in the cold air. Then, I study Rebecca as she bends lower over the hood, still squirming as she perks her ass up for me to take her.
Except this time I can actually make her bleed.
A lot.
I look down at the gun, my mind reeling with fear and desire as I move further from her and release the safety, aiming to shoot at a stray garbage can.
“No.” She stops me. “Leave it like that.”
Those words have me two seconds away from shooting my load all over the hood of my fucking car instead.
