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Entranced by my trap as efficiently as I wanted and knew he would be. He didn’t realize he was leaning forward, and I cut the distance, keeping my steps soft. It was like we both didn’t want to break the spell that the quiet had awarded.
“Your mouth, Randy Pandy.” I breathed on his busted, bloody lips. “I want your fucking mouth.”
Just like before, the reboot in his brain took too long to figure out my actions before it was too late. I had my cock out of my pants in second, the zipper brushing the underside of my dick, and in the next, it was firmly shoved deep in his warm fucking throat.
“Oh fuuuck.” I grunted, already feeling his jaw tighten around me. “I don’t advise that silly head. I’ll blow out your brains andstillfuck your mouth anyway. You may as well enjoy this, too.”
His jaw froze as the gun dug into his temple, his body stilling from the fight, my hands linked in his kinky black hair. On his knees before me, my cock bulging in his throat.
God, you fucking lightweight. Don’t blow your forbidden mayo yet.
“Mmphhrr…”
I giggled, tapping his jaw with the gun. “I mean. Mothers, Fathers. I don’t care who I fuck, Randy. It’s all a hole. But you? God, your fucking mouth doesn’t feel like a virgin. How many times have you sucked dick before, naughty boy?”
He ignored me, and I pushed harder into his throat, feeling his airway close, unable to do anything but swallow around my dick. He felt too good. Holy fuck…I was too weak for this, my throat already raw from the abrasion.
Speaking of…
His dark, tanned face reddened, a beautiful blush coating his cheeks and his neck.
I gripped him by the throat, squeezing those thick ropes of muscle until a whimper escaped his lips.
“Fuck,” he said, his mouth so fucking full.
My hips were connecting with his forehead, and even then, I kept pushing, desperate to feel him farther down on my cock. I was throbbing, and the pulsing had a mind of its fucking own.
The demons and the angels in my head sang, and I moaned the tune, Randall’s struggles becoming stiller, more stifled as he kept trying to pull off of me.
“Fuck you.” He choked on my cock, and I laughed, gripping his dark hair and yanking his face up to face me.
“Faster, Liebling. Let me feel you shake. I want your groans vibrating my fucking balls. You have hands. Use them.”
He didn’t move until I clicked the safety off his gun, shoving it inside his mouth alongside my cock before it slipped out with a stream of drool.
Guess I can’t fit two cocks in that mouth. At least not mine.
The bite of the metal was cold, but the heat of his tongue was hotter than even the hell I was born from.
“Your—” he choked, pushing on my stomach to get even a few breaths through his nose. “The fucking devil.”
My tongue hung out of my open mouth, allowing the saliva to drip from the fleshy muscle onto Randall’s lips. “Duh. Although I’m surprised you haven’t seen Heaven’s bells yet, Baby Boy.”
I pulled out of his throat when his red face began to turn blue, his big body fading ever so slightly. His shoulder sagged into my pelvis as I watched the light enter back into his fiery eyes, his expression murderous.
CHAPTER THREE
Randall
Well fuck me.
I had certainly been in a hell of a lot better situations than right now. I wanted to save this fucking asshole, and now I wanted to be the one to kill him.
Fuck him for doing this to me. And fuck my stupid dick for…liking it?
Judas Masters probably had more dicks in his mouth than fucking Mary at the Asylum, but I sure as fuck had never so much as looked at one.
This was humiliating, being forced to my knees, forced to look up at him like some doe-eyed schoolgirl. I wanted to vomit, and every time he hit my gag reflex, I did. The continuity of having to swallow my own puke when he thrusted harder in my mouth was my last straw.
