Page 77 of Like Fathers, Like Son
“Seriously?Six… well, seven, if we count your asshole dad.”
He missed the glare I sent him for his words, because he was already looking back at his prey.
“Aw… two little kills, eh? Bless you, you almost did it. What did you do with their bodies?”
The guy suddenly lunged at Blaze, and the two of them scuffled on the concrete, before there was a sudden pained grunt, and then another.
That’s when I realised Blaze was now straddling the wannabe serial killer, and plunging the knife into him over and over. His chest, his stomach, his throat, pretty much everywhere he could reach, but suddenly he stopped.
His eyes suddenly fixed on me, and I grimaced at the blood smeared over his face and clothes. His hands were red with it too. A slow grin crept across his face, and he leaned over the guy, checking his breathing and pulse.
He pushed up from on top of him, and started pulling at the front of his jeans.
“Stand up and bend over the chair, babe. Hands on the seat. Come on, do it now.”
“What?”
He pushed his jeans down to his thighs as he walked, freeing his hard cock and stroking it with a bloody hand.
“I’m gonna fuck you right here, while he dies beside us. I was gonna knife-fuck him up the ass, but he’s almost gone already. No fun if he can’t feel it, but he can see what he’s missing, and hear our pleasure as he dies.”
“WHAT?”
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Annekaseemedstunned,butI didn’t care about that. All I cared about was how fucking horny I was after almost killing that guy, after watching his pain and his terror, and that knowledge that he was dying because of what he did.
I stepped around Anneka and grabbed the chair, moving it right next to the dying man, whose breath was rasping in his throat as he twitched and shuddered. His eyes seemed to roam around the room without focusing, and it was fucking beautiful to watch.
A man in the throes of a bloody death. It never failed to arouse me, but for the first time, I had Anneka with me. For once, I could do something about the throbbing arousal it had left me with.
She grimaced at the bloody smears on my cock, so I pulled off my t-shirt and used the clean back of it to wipe him clean, but then I was guiding her into position so I could fuck her.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she muttered, sounding stronger and more like herself than she’d been when this all started.
I slid my fingers between her legs, and chuckled as I bent closer and nipped her ear.
“And yet you’re wet. You got off on watching me stab him. Now you’re gonna get off as you watch him die. Keep your eyes on his, babe.”
“You are so beyond fucked in the…oh god… head…” Yeah, I didn’t wait for her to finish jabbering away, and just rammed deep inside her, my intrusion eased by the wetness she couldn’t hide from me.
The only thing better than slashing an asshole to death was being inside Anneka immediately after. Her warm wet pussy was already squeezing my cock, and I hadn’t even started fucking her yet.
I didn’t wait any longer though, taking a firm grip of her hips and starting to fuck her hard. Every thrust of my hips rammed me balls deep, with enough force that her arms almost buckled and every time, I hissed at her to hold still.
The dying guy made even more delicious rattling noises as he finally started to expire right beside us, and I watched him as the life drained out of him, and he finally stilled.
“How fucking hot was that? Fucking right beside a dying man, babe. He thought he could have you, but you’re mine, aren’t you?”
Anneka gasped out a ragged agreement, and then yelped, as I grabbed a fistful of her hair and used it to drag her back at me for each thrust. Those yelps became the soundtrack to our fucking, as my cock pounded her insides, and my orgasm started racing toward me.
“Are you close?”
Anneka let out a squeak, followed by some kind of argument, but I couldn’t hold back, my orgasmic pleasure blasting through me, and filling her, as I shuddered through waves of rapture. I reached around and slapped my hand over her clit a couple of times, and then I felt her starting to clench around me, as I rubbed and pinched at it to get her over the edge with me.
Her orgasm weakened her legs enough that we both almost faceplanted on that chair, but I braced us just in time.
