Page 237 of Satan's Spawn
“Rebecca…”
“I trust you,” she insists. “With my life.”
Yeah…she really fucking shouldn’t. Not with something as dangerous as this.
I’m skilled with a weapon, naturally, so I have a lot more belief in myself than I let on.
Still, this is next level fucking insane…but I won’t lie and say I don’t like it.
That I don’t want it.
Because Iwantto plunge my gun inside her cunt and watch her come all over the barrel.
So much I’m already plotting all the ways I’ll fuck her senseless with it.
“Take off your pants,” I demand, switching the safety back on, and Rebecca watches my every move as she slides one side over her Ugg boots.
Then she’s bent over the hood again, eyelids heavy as she arches her back. “Now what?”
“Pick one of your legs up onto the bumper. I wanna see all of you.”
She does what she’s told, spreading wide open until the entire stairway to heaven is before me. Her pussy is glistening, even with the cold, and—fuck—I’m brimming with anticipation as I get closer to her. Even more when the tip of my gun teases those pearly white gates.
She dies, I die, I tell myself as it slips past her entrance.
We’ll rule Heaven and Hell together.
Rebecca lets out a pleased “ahh” as I push deeper inside, telling her not to move no matter how much she may want to.
She obliges, gnawing on her bottom lip, calling out for her God even though we both know he’s not here.
“This is…” she whines, but can’t find the words. “Oh, fuck…”
I’ve reached the halfway point, and my cock jolts when she throws her head back. “It’s…” she tries again, but still can’t formulate her thoughts.
“Tell me, Rebecca.” My voice is tight. “Do you like being fucked like this? So close to death by my hand?”
She nods in her drunken state, which has me instinctively move my fingers further from the trigger.
“How does it feel?” I spur her on, finally allowing myself some release by fisting my cock with a strong pull.
“The gun is cold,” she hisses when I inch in deeper. “But still feels so fucking hot.” She wiggles the slightest bit, forcing me to release my dick and grip her waist.
“No fucking moving.”
She wines, but stills.
Like a true closet lunatic.
Rebecca is soaking the gun as it slides in and out of her. Which has jealousy burning my throat as I go back to fucking myself.
I move a bit faster for both of us, and Rebecca’s breath cracks, her fingers digging against the hood of my car.
I’d be bitching about the new paint job if I wasn’t being throttled by her madness.
“Harder…please.” Rebecca’s needy voice has my balls already drawing up tight. Ready to explode.
This entire situation is reckless as fuck, but what she wants me do next? Straight fucking savage.
