Page 18 of No Way Back
“S-stop!” he shouts, demanding obedience.
Poor little white boy never had anyone say no to him before. It’s alwaysthattype who become cops. The ones who thought they had it bad, but really, they just had rules. The ones whobitched and moaned about authority so when they grew up, they felt the need to exert it over anyone they could.
I grab his chin, and when I’m two inches from his face, I yell back at him.
Not very ACAB of me to fuck a cop, but maybe if he’s dying, we can count it as my effort to the cause. “Ugh,” I moan, grinding my crotch against him, the fabric between us making it impossible for me to feel anything.
Or maybe he’s not hard.
“I think he’s too scared to get a boner. Turn the chainsaw off.” I twist my nose up, waiting.
Demetri turns it off, setting it on the ground before he drops to his knees on top of the cop’s uncuffed arm. I hear a sickening crunch, a slew of curse words flying from the cop’s mouth as he writhes in pain.
But the arm is no longer an issue now. Dead and useless, it lays there, allowing Demetri to shift his focus back to me.
He’s breathy when he speaks. “Hi.”
A million butterflies flutter down my stomach and a girlish laugh bursts out of me. “Hi.”
His hands are everywhere: at my breasts, at my throat, a hum from his lips so low, his vibrato feels like thunder between my legs. “Take your mask off; I need to kiss you.”
Demetri shakes his head, slowly moving behind me. His hands lower to my hips, guiding me as he grinds my pussy over the guard’s cock.
“No mistakes, Darkling,” he reminds me.
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Is this the spice you want?
Camila
Iwhine, attempting to take my frustration out on the cop, but Demetri holds my hips in place. “Be a good girl and say you understand.”
My pussy weeps desperately from the way his tone drips with authority.
“I do.” My words are shaky, my thighs squeezing needily around the waist of the mumbling cop.
But I’ve blocked him out, his anguished sounds are nothing but background noise. Now, it’s just me and Demetri again.
“I love you so much,” I exhale, feeling a hand move from my hip to my breast.
With my next moan, I lean back, finding his body already there, his chest pressed to my spine. His hand quickly moves from my breast to the zipper, and with a smooth tug, it comes down. Demetri’s touch is on me once again, scorching hot against my skin, exposing me as he pinches my nipple between his fingers. My cry comes out like a song, harmonious and perfectly in tune with the misery of the pig beneath me.
“Please,” I beg. “I need you…everywhere.”
As if relishing in my torment, Demetri chuckles, his fingers moving south. “Fuck.” His words are hushed in my ear, just for me. “You’re so wet, Darkling.”
I whimper, grinding hungrily, pinning his fingers between my cunt and the cop. “I want you so badly. I need you. Please don’t make me wait.” Just the thought of it is enough to make me want to explode.
“I told you not to start something you couldn’t finish in the closet, didn’t I?” he asks through clenched teeth, pinning my wrists behind my back with his free hand, the other continuing its wreckage between my legs.
“Our Father, who art in Heaven,” The man prays under his breath, shutting his eyes tightly.
Demetri’s fingers rub, never slowing, never stopping, and within minutes, I’m shattering at his command again.
“L-lunatics!” the miserable asshole beneath me spits out halfway through my orgasm.
“Your cock says you like looney tunes.” I smirk, feeling a wave of pride from it rising beneath me.
