“Right over there,” he said and pointed.
“Good. I’ll follow you.”
While I followed him to wherever it was he was leading me to, I took a moment to think again about what I was about to do and what I had just seen. The police were looking for me. They had a bad picture of me, but sooner or later they would catch me if I didn’t get out of Atlanta. What I should do is go home, pack up my stuff, and get out of town. But I wasn’t. I was following a man to do what I do. Nobody ever accused me of having good sense, either. They would only kill me once, no matter how many men I killed, so what the fuck.
The entire time we drove, I kept looking in my rearview mirror to see if anybody was following me. I took a breath and realized that nobody would be following me. If this was a setup, and it’s not, they would be at the spot waiting for me. But he is not a cop and this is not a setup. That’s what I kept repeating, and hoped that I was right.
When we got to his house, he led in inside and straight to the bedroom. “Take off your clothes,” I said, and he quickly complied with my request.
He sat down on the bed. “Now, you can go ahead and give me much more than I thought,” he said.
I unzipped my dress and let it drop to the floor. Then I reached behind my back, unhooked my bra, and slid it off my shoulders. “You are so fuckin’ fine.”
When I was naked, I laid down in bed next to him. I let him run his hand across my breasts and tease them with his tongue. He slid his tongue slowly around them, coming close but never touching my nipples. I spread my legs and he fingered my clit. I could tell that he considered himself a lover, and if I wanted to be honest, he wasn’t doing bad so far. I felt my clit getting harder under his touch and I moaned.
I reached out to him and slowly began to massage his hardening length. I kissed the head of his dick passionately, and continued to stroke his erection. I guided my tongue along his shaft, and then kissed his balls. My recent sexual experiences, though not completely satisfying, made me see that I enjoyed the act more than I used to. I used to just want to suck some dick—okay a lot of dick—feel a little penetration, and then kill my prey. Nowadays, I wanted to have sex and get fucked hard, before I killed. I guess that came from Mr. Kickass.
I allowed him to lay me on my back and I closed my eyes. I felt his hands all over my body and I liked it. The sensation of his hands gave way to the sensation of his lips, soft and wet, against my chest. I reached out and glided my hands across his skin to his now throbbing hardness. He gently moved my body so he could taste me. He ran his tongue along my lips, and then proceeded to lick my clit. I lay on my back, eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of his tongue darting playfully in and out of my pussy.
He kissed my inner thighs and once again, tasted the wetness between them. I held his head in place as his tongue slithered along my lips, making circles around my clit. My grip grew tighter. But just as I thought he was going to make me cum, he stopped. He raised up and plunged his dick inside me. He placed the weight of his body on his arms and I arched my back and rotated my hips in perfect unison with him. Moving slowly, then fast, and then slowly again.
I pushed him off of me and he watched me crawl around on the bed. Then he rolled over beside me and ran his hands along my back, around my ass, and squeezed my thighs. I spread my legs and he played with my lips, and then fingered my clit. He got up on his knees and entered me from behind. He fucked me for a while; my pussy was so wet. I turned and looked at him. “Put it in my ass.” He did so without hesitation. He could barely control his passion. I felt his body pounding against mine.
I moved away from him and he fell out on the bed. I straddled his torso. He looked on with great anticipation as I lowered myself onto him. I moved in unison with him, each of my movements was agonizingly slow and deliberate to heighten my pleasure. While feeling his erection in the wetness between my thighs, I stared into his eyes and thought for a minute about not killing him. Then I stopped.
“Why’d you stop?”
“I’ll be right back,” I said, grabbed my stuff and went in the bathroom. When I came out I had a long scarf wrapped around my body. I danced my way back to the bed and sat my purse in the nightstand next to the bed
I got in bed and slid my body on top of him. I rode him slowly and then began to pull the scarf slowly away from my body. Once it was off of me, I removed his hands from my body and he allowed me to tie his hands to the bed while I continued to fuck him slowly.
Once his bonds were tied tight, I began to move my body faster and faster. He closed his eyes and began to thrust his body into mine. I reached for my purse and took out my knife. I took one last look at my prey before I slid the blade across his throat. As the blood eased out of the wound, I slammed my body into him until I screamed in ecstasy.
Chapter Thirty
Zack
“What’s up, CJ?” I was a little surprised, but not shocked, to see her at Chris’s house. After all, he was in love with her and they are business partners. But I simply wasn’t expecting CJ to answer the door.
“Hey, Zack.”
“I didn’t recognize your car. How you been doing?” I asked, as CJ let me in.
“I’m doing just fine. How’s Angelique?”
“She doing fine,” I said, and she really was. It had been over a week since Angelique told me that her stepfather had molested her. We’ve talked about her seeing some type of therapist or counselor, but she says that since she’s gotten that burden off her chest, she feels more comfortable with me and herself. Sometimes I get the feeling that she’s just saying that to avoid actually making an appointment to talk to somebody.
There has been one upside to Angelique’s newfound comfort with me: After a lot of talk and reassurance, she is now hooked on oral sex. Not giving it, but receiving it. Her level of comfort with that has made our traditional, missionary-position sex so much better and lasts so much longer, that I know that we’ll be all right.
“Where’s Chris?”
“He in the kitchen,” CJ said and led me in there. The three of us talked while Chris finished doing the dishes. After a while, CJ excused herself and left room.
“Y’all, ah, you know?” I asked, gesturing with my hands.
“No, nothing like that. She finally left Manny. So she’s staying here.”
I laughed. “Kind of convenient, her living here, since you’ve been in love with her since the first time you saw her.”