“Why?” she asks, her fingernails biting into my chest, leaving marks that she’s unaware of, but I’ll treasure the pain like a lifeline
“If you could do anything to those meatheads, what would it be?” I ignore her question because she can’t ever know that she fascinates me.
She stares at me for a minute in silence, her gaze dropping down to my mouth and back to my eyes as she bites her lip in indecision.
“I’d make them bleed,” she whispers in a gasp, like she’s pulling in her first breath in a long time.
I smooth my hand along her side until I reach the hem of her dress, the pad of my thumb grazing her warm, smooth tan thigh back and forth. She stares down at me, her chest rising and falling in sync with mine. I don’t break eye contact as I try to control the grin that wants to spread across my mouth. I see the fire awakening in her gaze instead of that lost look that drives me crazy.
“What else?” I ask roughly, my voice deepening.
“Make them feel how I did. Powerless,” she breathes on a hiss, her teeth baring as she pushes away so she’s sitting up on my lap.
“How?” I grip both of her thighs to keep her in place before loosening my grasp to run my fingers over her soft skin as I push her dress up until it’s bunched at her waist, giving me the perfect view of her red thong.
“By breaking their fingers first. Making sure they can’t lay them on any female ever again.” She grins in delight at that thought and I swear my cock is going to burst through my zipper at the sinister smile that’s spreading across her face.
“And?” I’m practically salivating for her to continue talking, desperate to just shove her panties to the side and stuff her with my big cock until she feels me climbing up her throat, but I can be a patient man.
I did say she can have anything this one time, so I’ll give instead of taking.
“And I’ll start by bringing a bat to at least one of their knees, so they can never play football again. Their dreams broken.” She sucks in a breath as I glide my palms to the inner part of her thighs, my cut knuckle rubbing back and forth over her damp panties, right over her clit.
“Keep going,” I say with a straight face even though my gravelly voice betrays me.
“Tha-that feels nice.” She breathes heavily and groans in agony when I stop moving my fingers, waiting for her to keep going. “I’ll, uh, make sure that they remember me. Slicing through their skin to leave my mark with my knife.” Her hips shift over my lap, seeking my fingers to give her any ounce of pleasure and I’m feeling generous enough to give in to her silent demand.
“Lean back and brace yourself on my legs but don’t look away from me. Keep talking. Are we clear?” Her chocolate eyes stare at me for a hot, long second before she nods and does as I say, giving me the perfect view that I can’t seem to look away from.
“I’ll watch the blood pool around their bodies, enjoying every second, knowing that I did that,” she says in a daze, watching my fingers push her thong slowly to the side, and seeing her cunt leaking her juices down the inside of her thighs.
“Fuck. You're soaking wet. You love this, don’t you? Little bitch, I’m going to make sure that your revenge happens.” I promise her in a gruff voice and she flicks her gaze towards mine, which I was waiting for. Knowing she’s going to ask what I mean, instead I start sliding my index and middle finger through her wet pussy, gathering her juices.
I slowly glide my fingers up and down between her pussy lips, her wet cunt soft and soaking just for me. I’m a desperate man, on a mission to hear the sound of her moans of ecstasy, something that will keep me up late at night. My eyes almost roll to the back of my head at the sound of her wet pussy, knowing how much she’s getting turned on at the thought of harming others that deserve everything that’s coming to them.
“I-I can’t think when you're doing that.” Her head rolls back as she bites her lip and that won’t do at all for me.
I’d prefer to hear her scream and not giving a shit who hears.
“You want me to stop?” A grin spreads across my lips as her head whips back up to glare down at me and she shakes her head. “Then keep fucking talking, keep your eyes on me, and I’ll give you what you want,” I order, circling her clit slowly, coating her in her own juices that I can’t wait to taste.
“Fuck, you're mean.” She moans in pleasure, her hips moving in slow, tiny circles that’s driving me nuts as her ass rubs all over my raging hard cock. “Once each of those fuckers are begging for mercy, I’m going to give them a show of something they can’t ever have because they are beneath me.” She gasps as I plunge my fingers swiftly into her pussy without warning, and then retreating, the suction sopping wet sound of her cunt driving me crazy.
“What are you going to do?” I’m curious how she will show them, but my attention is more focused on her pussy tightly gripping my fingers as I stroke inside.
I gently flick my fingers on her G spot, rubbing back and forth in a way that I know will have her screaming my name in no time for me.
“I’m going to make sure Gary is begging for forgiveness as I get fucked right in front of him. He’ll see that he will never be a real man and no woman will ever want him. He’ll always come in last place.” She rolls her hips, riding my fingers as I pick up the pace and feel her coming close to the edge as her pussy flutters, but she needs a little push.
“I’ll make it happen,” I say between clenched teeth, loving how blood thirsty she is and the way she hides behind her big, innocent looking brown eyes. “Come.” I rub my thumb over her clit in a fast circle as I pump my fingers into her just as fast, she gives in to my order without hesitation and the sight is seared into my brain.
Without looking away, she comes all over my fingers with a long, quiet moan and I think I like that more than her screaming. It was reserved just for my ears alone. I keep rubbing her clit, feeling her body shake on top of mine as she collapses onto my chest with a groan.
“Why do you fuckers keep messing with me and making me show you my weaknesses?” she pants into my ear with a whisper.
“Because we own you. Don’t forget that. Your weakness is my gain.” My voice comes out deeper than ever, aggressive.
My palm comes down on her exposed ass cheek hard, just before I’m shoving her roughly off of me. I may want to give in to my urges but I won’t let her see my weakness. I seek warmth that wasn’t made for someone like me and she’s had plenty of warmth radiating off her. She shoves her hair out of her eyes and glares up at me as I stand up, stretching my arms over my head with a yawn. I can pretend all I want that I’m not affected by her, but my cock straining against my zipper tells a different tale of how much I want her. I’m not the only one affected, she keeps gazing down at my hard cock with hunger in her dark chocolate eyes before glancing up at me with a glare that could kill a man with one single look.
