Killer Love

“The red lipstick one is Peggy and she made the amazing swans out of sugar candy last week. Plus, they really liked the bread that Aaron made. He’s the bearded guy.” She points her finger at the screen.

I eye them for a few moments, watching the contestants buzz around the open-air tent. “They both look nervous. Her hands are shaking. He has sweat forming at his hairline. Neither will make it to the end.” I shove a whole handful of popcorn into my mouth. Angel takes a kernel at a time. We couldn’t be more different. I’m big; she’s small. I eat in large gulps; she takes small sips. I kill people; she doesn’t.

“People can be nervous and not be on the verge of breaking down. Speaking of breaking down, I heard the rookie cop, Luke or something like that, is having a hard time during investigations. Sarah in dispatch thinks he’s going to quit.”

I think back to the young officer and his green face. This job isn’t for everyone. “Maybe it’s for the best.”

“His dad was a cop and his grandfather was, too. He doesn’t want to quit because he’s afraid he’ll be an embarrassment to his family. Gosh, why have there been so many killings here lately?”

“I don’t know.” I run a hand up her arm. “Are you afraid?”

“No. It just seems odd. We go for years without a murder and now we’ve got three. Other counties have them, but not us.” She tilts her sweet face up. “Do you think we should be worried?”

“No.” I pull her onto my lap. “Nothing is ever going to happen to you.” I give her a hard kiss before redirecting her attention to the television. “You watch. I’ll take care of you.”

She feels tense and worried. I don’t like that. Not one bit.

“Take care of me how?”

“Like this.” I slide my hand under the waistband of her yoga pants. She’s wearing a thong, a wispy thing made out of elastic and lace. It takes only the slightest twist of my fingers at a weak point for it to snap.

“Oh,” she says.

I part her cunt lips and push two fingers up inside her juicy pussy. “Oh!” she says again, only this time her voice is huskier. She tries to turn her face toward me but I press her jaw until she’s facing the television.

“Eyes straight ahead, Angel. This is your favorite show, remember?”

“Yes, but—“

“Nope.” I bite her shoulder. “No buts. You watch while I relieve your stress.” She does as she’s instructed. I don’t know how much she sees of the show, how much she takes in. My attention is on her and how her sweet pussy sucks my fingers deeper inside of her. She drenches my hand and I use that lubrication to move faster, pinning her plump pussy lips between my fingers. The sounds of me fucking her juicy cunt are joined by her breathless pants. As her pussy grows more sensitive, she tries to close her legs but I force them apart, digging the tips of my fingers into her tender thighs.

She comes with a high, thin whine emanating from her throat.

“There you go, Angel, come for me.” My wife’s hot pussy convulses around me. Her orgasm feels like tiny butterfly kisses up and down my fingers. Her tremors set off the fuse of my own pleasure. Cum roars out of my cock and spills into my jeans. My vision blurs as I hammer into her tender cunt with my hand until her spine turns to jelly.

She collapses on my chest. I slowly finger fuck her until she stops shuddering and her breath returns to normal. “Time for bed,” I announce.

“I didn’t get to see the end of the show,” she murmurs.

With her cradled in my arms, I get to my feet and make my way to the bedroom. “It’s a good thing we have it taped. You can watch it later.” Much later. I’m going to have to strip her down and ravage her. My dick is too hungry to be ignored. I strip off our clothes, spread her legs wide apart, and plunge into her without another word. I hold her like that, wide open for me and my invasive cock. It’s been two days and that’s too long to be without her cunt around my fingers, around my cock. Desire makes me weak and hungry. I want to devour her in one bite. I thrust into her again and again until her pussy is filled with my cum. I clean us up with one leg of my pants before dropping onto the mattress. I tug the comforter over the both of us and close my eyes. It’s been a busy couple of days, but I’m home with my woman in our bed. That’s the way I want to end each day. I stroke my hand down her back and wait for her to fall asleep. I always wait.