Chapter Eight
CUTTER
She sat on the bed in her little skirt and shirt; blood stained her hands and face. She looked faded and confused, sick to her stomach over what she had just done. Taken the life of a man.
A man who deserved far worse.
I had never seen anything so beautiful in my entire life.
I had had the feeling that she was special, that she was different.
Now I was positive.
Positive that I was linked to her in ways I didn’t fully understand yet.
I was so damaged and fucked up. I knew I wasn’t what she needed. A good girl like her didn’t need a guy like me. I was as bad as they came but I didn’t give a fuck. Being near her was too thrilling to care if it was right or wrong.
Since when did I give a fuck about what was right anyway?
Last time I checked it was never.
I took the gun out of her hand and rolled it back and forth between my fingers. “You did the right thing, Grace.” I moved closer to her, letting my eyes travel down her chest and stomach. “It was what needed to be done.”
“Was it?” She looked up at me, defeated. Her dark hair was sticking to her forehead and she had blood smeared all over her cheeks and lips. “How could that be right?”
I leaned down and took her hands in mine, pulling her to her feet. “Come on.” I pulled her after me gently. “Careful not to step in the blood,” I told her when we reached the two bodies in the middle of the floor.
She stepped over them and followed me wordlessly into the bathroom.
I slipped my shirt over my head and reached into the shower, turning on the hot water. “It’s going to be okay, Grace. You did good, really good.” I reached out to her and pushed her hair off her face.
Her bright eyes searched mine. She looked so damaged.
So hot.
“I… I shot him.” Her voice cracked. “I just shot him.”
I smiled. “You sure did.” I took my hands and traced over the outline of her shirt with my fingers. “It was perfect. Come on, hands up.” She hesitated for a second but then stuck her hands straight up in the air, allowing me to strip her shirt off completely.
My eyes drifted down to her boobs. They were bigger than I thought.
My cock immediately started to rise in my pants.
Her eyes traveled to the other room where the dead bodies were still visible through the open door. It was mostly a blur of dark red. I knew she was overwhelmed but it actually wasn’t that much blood, not compared to what it could have been.
I’d seen worse before.
Way worse.
“I… I…” She stuttered.
“Shhh,” I soothed her. “It’s going to be okay.”
I picked her up still in her skirt and bra and slowly set her inside of the shower. “Let me clean you up.” I climbed in after her and took in her beautiful body. She stood directly under the faucet, hot water dripping through her hair and all the way down her face.
I grabbed a washcloth off the rack and dropped a bunch of soap on it and then I started to slowly rub the blood off her body, getting her nice and clean. She didn’t speak, her eyes studying me the entire time. She looked so perfect all wet like she was placed here just for me.
She had just killed a man simply because I told her to.
It was thrilling and exciting and my body knew it.
I could barely control myself any longer.
I reached down and brushed my lips against hers.
Even through her shock and the water, I could see the blush that crept into her cheeks. The realization only made my dick happier. Good girls were the best kinds of girls.
I leaned down again and kissed her once more, harder this time.
I was hungry for her and it showed.
She gasped into my mouth and I took the opportunity to stick my tongue into her mouth and taste her fully. She was so sweet, like a lollipop that you would suck on after fucking a broad on top of the washing machine or somewhere else equally as hot.
That was the feeling she gave me just by making out.
She pulled back after a few seconds, breathing heavily. “This is wrong.”
I leaned into her, reassuring her. “Does it feel wrong, Grace?”
She bit her lip softly then shook her head. “No.”
“That’s because it’s not.”
I took her hand and placed it on the top of my jeans. “See what you do to me.” She blushed deeper and I growled in satisfaction, placing my hand on top of hers and rubbing it up and down my dick.
She rubbed it up and down slowly, water dripping in her mouth. “It’s huge,” she said it half-heartedly, like it was funny. But I saw something deeper in her eyes, she was nervous. She probably hadn’t been with that many guys and was anxious about my size.
The information only made me want her more.
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” I told her, smirking. I pushed her hand away and unbuckled my belt, unzipping my jeans just enough that my hard cock sprung out into action.
Her eyes grew wide at the sight of it and I chuckled.
“It’s okay,” I told her. “Go ahead.”
She still didn't move and I sighed, moving closer to her. “Grace, go ahead and taste it.” I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her head down toward my crotch.
The suspense was torture but finally, I felt her mouth around my cock, sucking it slowly. She worked her tongue in and out around my large shaft, sucking it like the good girl she was.
I moaned and it only encouraged her more, forcing more of me into her mouth. Even with her best efforts she’d only managed to take half of me but I didn't mind, she was a trooper and sucked me off for what felt like hours. Every time I was about to cum I'd take her mouth off me and regain my composure, wanting to drag it out for as long as possible.
“Look at me,” I told her, wanting to see her pretty eyes.
She looked up at me, sticking my dick in and out of her mouth.
God, she was perfect. My dick was never that hard and I wasn’t even fucking her, she was just giving me some head. I took her head in my hands and shoved myself deeper in her mouth, forcing my cock so deep into her mouth that I could feel that throat.
She gagged for a second but I held her head in place. “Shh, take it, take it.” She did, opening her mouth even wider and allowing herself to gag on top of my cock. I moaned. “Yes, good girl, good girl.” It felt so fucking good.
I throat fucked her for another few seconds and then jerked my dick out of her mouth, leaving her gasping for air. I grinned. She was a good girl who was a nasty wet mess right now.
Good girls who you could make act bad were my favorite.
A good girl who was bad just for me.
“Again,” I told her. “Take it again.”
She opened up and took me down her throat, letting me hold her head in place while I got off before I finally nut in her mouth. My hot cum dripped down her throat. “Swallow it,” I demanded.
And she did, every drop.
I panted heavily and pulled myself out of her mouth, too satisfied to even speak. She shot to her feet and looked at me, her face was so red.
“Did I… I mean…was that okay?”
I huffed. “Are you kidding? It was amazing.”
She smiled shyly and looked down at the shower floor.
I reached around her and cut off the water.
I had bodies to get rid of.