my mouth and I suck it, swirl my tongue around it, and do my best to give him the best blow job ever. I hear him moan so I know it’s working. Finally he pulls out and positions himself to enter me.
When he shoves himself inside I scream out.
“Say my name,” he says, rocking into me.
“Zane. Zane. Ah, fuck me, Zane.” He rocks into me harder and faster, massaging my clit and I’m going to come again. It’s a fucking miracle.
“Come for me Cadence. Come for me.” And I do come for him. His orgasm happens rapidly. He sneers. “Very good. So fucking good. You’re a super star, Cadence.”
When he’s satisfied, he stops and climbs off the bed. He goes to the sink and I hear the water turn on. Then he comes back and wipes the blood off my stomach, kissing each little cut. “You taste sweet,” he says, his words caressing.
Finished, he goes back to the sink and I hear the water running again. He returns, cleaning my pussy. Then he tosses the washcloth on the floor and walks to the door.
“I’ll be back, sweetie.”
And he’s gone.
Learning to Kill: Stories