No, For An Answer

by C.J. Riggs

The more dark romance that’s getting flooded into the media is causing them to become fucking insane. It’s a fucking pandemic.

It’s like ‘oops daughters missing,’ nope just dead. Funeral. Grieving process. Done.

I have to stifle a laugh because hopefully when she finds her, she’ll have a heart attack and I‘ll kill two birds with one very small stone.

“Open your fucking mouth wider, love. I’m going to fuck that throat till you choke.”

Letting go of my throbbing cock, I rummage around in the open guts of Jules and coat my hand in more blood.

“I’ll make you come, again and again. Until you’re a quivering fucking mess on my desk and you’re going to fucking take it. Do you understand me?”

“Pull your thong to the side and hold it. Don’t move, in fact, don’t fucking speak and you only come when I say so. Understand?”

“That’s my sick and twisted whore. Make me good and wet so I can fuck that tight little asshole of yours.”

“You dirty slut. Fuck your ass on my cock. Let me see how fucking bad you want it.”