"Umm," another moan slips. I want to slam my cock deep down her throat, but I am giving her time to adjust to the size. "If you can't do it, don't start what you can't fini —"
Before I can finish, she pushes her head down my cock. savoring the tip, wrapping her tongue around my cock as she trails down, thrusting it deep down her throat.
"Ugh... Fuck. Fuck."
I haven't felt like this for a while. She's good. Fucking good. My left hand finds her head, thrusting her deeper into my dick, which she doesn't resist. Moans escape me with every move she makes, like prayers I haven't said in years.
"You're doing great. Keep going," I groan, tilting my head back. I'm close. I feel it. And just when I'm about to come she stops.
"You don't think I'd allow you to cum, do you?" she says, wiping the corner of her mouth with her fingers, sitting on my lap, legs on either side, arms around my neck. My cock throbbing, ready to release the juice she just denied me of, poking her entrance.
"You're one daring little girl,".
"Even with me being daring, I bet you still want to fuck me even more," she replies.
"Ah... you bet right, little one."
"Then relax. Let me show you pleasure," she says. She leans in, lips on mine, tongue in my throat. She kisses like an experienced porn star making my pulse rise. Her fingers move over my body, sending fire down my spine. Her scent fills my head like opium orange blossom and spice, with a hint of jasmine. My chest bare as she strips off my shirt, her lips trailing down my neck to my collarbone, her hands mapping every treasure in my dick. Every touch, every kiss makes me want to shift her panties, slam into her, to feel her wetness, feel how her pussy will clench around me. But I wait. And I don't know why.
"How long have you been fucking to be this good?" I ask. She presses in, deepens the kiss.
"You are my first."
Before the words can even sink in…something clicks. The whisper of steel against my skin. So quick I miss it.
My eyes snap open. And there it is.
A stab.
Cold. Deadly.
Fuck, I've let my guard down.
The last thing I remember is the pain under my gut like a goddamn ice pick, straight to my heart but a bit lower. The knife goes between my ribs and angles upward.
"Hnngghk," my breath hitches. A strange sound, I barely recognize, escapes my lips. I buckle, throwing her off me. Blood blooms, hot, streaming down my side.
This bitch has shanked me.
She rises like a dancer, eyes sharp, erasing every trace of softness it once 8held. Now her face is masked with focus.
This isn't some hustler. This is a goddamn reaper in disguise.
Even with that realization, I'm bleeding. My cock still half-hard. My lungs are screaming for air.
"You will die here today," she says, tone flat. No emotion. Saying it like a goddamn fact.
She comes at me again, no hesitation, like a predator going for the kill.
Who the fuck is this bitch? And who sent her?
I react on instinct. Grabbing the heavy lamp on the side table, I swing it with every ounce of strength in me.
Crash!
The ceramics explode. Shards fly. Some catch her shoulder. It buys a damned second. I stagger to my feet, clutching my side. A broken shard in my fist. My blood is running fast. Too fast. She comes at me again. This whore is fucking relentless.
This time, I'm ready. I caught her wrist mid-strike. Turn it. Feel her muscles rip under my grip. I slam her against the wall, grab her hair, driving her head in, using my weight to pin her, as I drive the shard through her side. The impact jars us both, she lets out a grunt purely animalistic. Her blade falling from her hand, she shoots her knee up, grazing my thigh, aiming for my balls.
If it had been inches lower then I'd be done.
She twists in my grip, like a snake. This fucker is trained. I punch her once across the jaw then twice. That should've knocked her out, but she bounces back. Snarling. Slashing her blade backward.
Fuck! Where the hell is she hiding these things?
It slices through my chest. Deep. A painful groan escapes my lips. I catch her wrist again, twisting it until I hear a bone snap. She screams. Elbows me. Headbutts me. But I didn't release her. This brutal dance… the hot sticky feel of my own blood… a total mess.
I slam her again. Kick her across her broken arms and her stomach. She lands on the opposite wall and leans against it. I slam her head against the drywall, It cracks, her gasps coming out in hurried breaths, blood trickles from her head and her mouth.
The pain in my side is now searing fire.
"You are strong," she hisses, trembling.
"Stronger than you think, sweetheart," I groan, my breath ragged.
Each inhale is a struggle. My visions are blurring. I'm fading. And Fast. Losing too much blood and making me lightheaded. And the cold is starting to creep in.
Which I know she is aware of and is going to take advantage of soon, if not now.
At that moment I see a flicker in her eyes. Is it Hesitation? Doubt? Or fear of being caught?
But she lunges.
Drives the knife into my gut.
Stab!
I scream. A raw, primal sound. My legs give out. Blood splashing everywhere. My hand's useless as I press against the wounds. I cannot draw a full breath. Suddenly a cold dread seeps through me darkness creeping at the edges of my sight. My world is tilting.
Fuck. This can't be it. Not like this. Dying at the hand of a child because of a moment of lust?
Then I hear footsteps outside. Heavy ones. My men.
She bolts through the open window, her blood trailing along with her… and the last thing I register is the cold seeping into my bones. Then… everything goes black.