His hands find my waist and pull me against his erection. Giving him a smile, I reach for my phone and wait for him to maul me to satisfaction. When he tries to lift my dress, I grab his arm.
"Patience, Big. Do you have iTunes on your stereo? I have a few songs to play for you."
He keeps trying to grind it into me, not seeming to hear my question. However, he nods an answer and points towards the far wall indicating the speaker set-up.
Clicking my playlist, I place the phone on the poker table and put my arms around his neck. He manages to get under my dress and I feel him tugging at his jeans. He's gonna stick me if I don't stop him. As that thought floats in my mind, the first song plays.
"Patience, Big. Do you have iTunes on your stereo? I have a few songs to play for you."
He keeps trying to grind it into me, not seeming to hear my question. However, he nods an answer and points towards the far wall indicating the speaker set-up.
Clicking my playlist, I place the phone on the poker table and put my arms around his neck. He manages to get under my dress and I feel him tugging at his jeans. He's gonna stick me if I don't stop him. As that thought floats in my mind, the first song plays.
PART SIX
THE PLAYLIST
THE PLAYLIST
"What happen to that seducing me talk?" he asks.
I feel a thick cock against my ass and him trying to pull me on top of it. Putting up a bit of resistance, I sing along with the music.
"I'm gonna hit it," he says in my ear. I feel the tip pressing against me and I know it's only moments before he jams it in. The next song begins to play.
I feel a thick cock against my ass and him trying to pull me on top of it. Putting up a bit of resistance, I sing along with the music.
"I'm gonna hit it," he says in my ear. I feel the tip pressing against me and I know it's only moments before he jams it in. The next song begins to play.
"Yes!" I say, feeling my body shake as he jams me with surprising force.
"You like, slut? he says.
"The song," I say, laughing. He stops for a moment and pushes me enough to look in my eyes. Oh, how men hate being laughed at. "Don't stop."
I start grinding as he stares, desire causing the anger to fade in his eyes.
"You like, slut? he says.
"The song," I say, laughing. He stops for a moment and pushes me enough to look in my eyes. Oh, how men hate being laughed at. "Don't stop."
I start grinding as he stares, desire causing the anger to fade in his eyes.
"I hate this song," he says.
With a smile, I lift the dress over my head, exposing all the flesh to him. "The songs aren't for you. Mind this business," I say, sweeping an arm over my body.
He hands and mouth find my breasts and I need give him no more instruction. Thrusting up in me with fury, he squeezes and pulls at my nipples, making me scream once more.
"Like that black cock, slut..." he says. The word is beginning to make me angry.
With a smile, I lift the dress over my head, exposing all the flesh to him. "The songs aren't for you. Mind this business," I say, sweeping an arm over my body.
He hands and mouth find my breasts and I need give him no more instruction. Thrusting up in me with fury, he squeezes and pulls at my nipples, making me scream once more.
"Like that black cock, slut..." he says. The word is beginning to make me angry.
A flash of heat runs through my body when he impales me, pulling me down onto a massive cock. I let out a scream and grip my arms tighter around his neck, trying to concentrate on the music. Grinding it into me, he hilts me each time before lifting my body.
"I do," I manage to say, the force of him fucking me making it hard to breathe. Holding onto his shoulders, I slow his pace. "But, call me slut again and you won't hear the rest of the playlist."
"Why, you gonna shut it off?" he says trying to fuck me hard again.
"No, you'll be dead."
"Why, you gonna shut it off?" he says trying to fuck me hard again.
"No, you'll be dead."
Pushing myself off his lap, I run to my purse and retrieve my knife. He watches as I retrace my steps and straddle his waist. Pressing the blade against his neck, I lean my mouth towards his ears.
"Go ahead, put it in, Big," I yell so I know he can hear over the music. He doesn't move and I laugh as I wiggle myself onto his thick meat.
"Go ahead, put it in, Big," I yell so I know he can hear over the music. He doesn't move and I laugh as I wiggle myself onto his thick meat.
I ride him in rhythm with the song, the sound of his balls slapping on my ass in time with the bass. Keeping a steady pace, I feel sweat on my temples and forehead. His hands find my breasts and I squeal when he twists my nipples. The knife presses into his skin and I see a trickle of blood oozing down his neck.
"You gonna kill me, shorty?" he asks, his voice lacking the confidence of earlier. I can feel he is close to orgasm as he begins to grip me tighter and tighter.
"You gonna kill me, shorty?" he asks, his voice lacking the confidence of earlier. I can feel he is close to orgasm as he begins to grip me tighter and tighter.
The moment the song begins, he seizes and begins shooting into me. Holding tight against him, I wait for the spasm to finish. He keeps bucking inside me for what feels like forever as I hum along with the music.
"Cherry Bomb," I sing as the song ends. He groans the last of his orgasm and I smile when the next song begins.
"Cherry Bomb," I sing as the song ends. He groans the last of his orgasm and I smile when the next song begins.
"Goodbye, Big," I say.
He doesn't move or speak and the bass pounds in my chest. Closing my eyes, I hide in my memories, thinking of someone from the past. Gripping the knife, I begin to slice into his skin when I hear someone speak my name.
"Ella," A voice near the door says. I lift my eyes to see Ray Holden in a tuxedo with an unlit cigar in his mouth.
"Ray!" I scream, trying to lift myself, but Big's hands hold me in place.
"This is what George has been trying to tell me," he says, taking a moment to light the cigar.
"Yes," I say. At that moment, I push the blade through Big's windpipe, sending a spray of blood into the air.
There is a silent pause before the stereo begins the next song. Blood continues to jet from the wound and Big paws at the gash in his throat. Soon his strength ebbs, leaving a lifeless bloody mass of flesh under me. Pushing away from him, I run towards Ray.
He doesn't move or speak and the bass pounds in my chest. Closing my eyes, I hide in my memories, thinking of someone from the past. Gripping the knife, I begin to slice into his skin when I hear someone speak my name.
"Ella," A voice near the door says. I lift my eyes to see Ray Holden in a tuxedo with an unlit cigar in his mouth.
"Ray!" I scream, trying to lift myself, but Big's hands hold me in place.
"This is what George has been trying to tell me," he says, taking a moment to light the cigar.
"Yes," I say. At that moment, I push the blade through Big's windpipe, sending a spray of blood into the air.
There is a silent pause before the stereo begins the next song. Blood continues to jet from the wound and Big paws at the gash in his throat. Soon his strength ebbs, leaving a lifeless bloody mass of flesh under me. Pushing away from him, I run towards Ray.
I jump into his embrace as the song begins and for almost a minute, we slow dance with the music. The heat of his body sends a happy pulse through my veins and I hum along with the words. He lifts my chin to look into my eyes, one hand waving the smoke from my face.
"What George was trying to tell you..."
He interrupts me with a soft kiss. The smells of whiskey and tobacco mix with the blood of the recent dead, spinning my senses.
"Yes?" he asks when the kiss ends.
The song stops at that moment and into the silent void of the room, with the presence of the latest dead bearing witness, I tell him.
"I'm the butcher of Vegas."
"What George was trying to tell you..."
He interrupts me with a soft kiss. The smells of whiskey and tobacco mix with the blood of the recent dead, spinning my senses.
"Yes?" he asks when the kiss ends.
The song stops at that moment and into the silent void of the room, with the presence of the latest dead bearing witness, I tell him.
"I'm the butcher of Vegas."