Morally Grey

by Lauren Biel

We are sold the American dream at a price they know we can’t afford.

“Sometimes the worst possible thing we could do is the best thing we could do.” I grind my hips and moan as the friction travels up my spine. “What if you fuck me so good that I can’t bear the thought of turning you in? This could benefit both of us.”

“Sit on my face, little psycho,” he growls, and the vibration rumbles against me.

If he wants to die buried in my pussy, who am I to deny his dying wish?

He wraps a hand around my throat, and like the slut I am, I lean into his grasp. I’m a breath away from saying “Choke me, daddy,” but as if he read my mind, he squeezes and gives me a mind-numbing blood choke.

That’s part of the problem. I liked what happened between us last night. It was dirty and wrong to play the killer in the bedroom, and I’m not playing. I am a killer. And she let me fill and fuck her until she was cross-eyed.

“Grey, it has come to our attention that you have a past due balance. To avoid legal action, please make a deposit at our nearest facility.” She slaps her pussy and smiles at me.

Her inner lips spread around the barrel, and I’m in awe. It’s not often that I get to witness perfection from this angle. The greed of her pussy. Every inch being taken and released.

“You’re beautiful. Your scars are part of that beauty, little psycho. They’re proof that you walked through hell and came out on the other side.”