Blank, Sex & Murder – Chapter 13 and 14

E.G. Saunders took the thriller genre, blindfolded it, bent it over, and f*cked it hard. It’s the same feeling his main character got when he was enticed—or was it threatened?—by a dominant, seemingly crazed beauty, into a story that will have you clutching your privates. And whether that’s out of fear or pleasure is up to you.

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Chapter 13


I was sore.

Something was on my chest. I was thirsty, always so thirsty.

All of a sudden, someone lowered their face to mine.

It was Candy. I’d know her smell anywhere.

I was instantly angry.

I opened my eyes, and there she was.

“Come on, Gail,” Candy said, touching my face with just a little pat to make sure I was awake. “That’s it. That’s it.”

“Wha…” I could barely speak. My face was numb. My ass was sore. Oh, yeah, that’s right—I was angry.

I sat up, Candy moved with me almost perfectly in synch with my motion. She was happy, energized.

It was then I realized I was inside her. I became aware of her incredible heat on my lap. Her moisture that spilled down my balls. And her scent. God, her scent!

Angry! Fuck, I was royally pissed off.

God.

I started to cry.

Fuck that!

I grabbed her by the throat and forced her backward. I came out of her for a moment, but that wasn’t going to be for long. I moved to spread her legs and found them opened wide.

Candy had a wild, expectant look. She pressed against my hand so that I instinctively forced a tighter grip on her throat.

“Yes!” Candy hissed.

I guided my cock into her and slammed forward as hard as I could. She gasped in…pleasure.

Fuck! I didn’t want her happy! I didn’t want her liking this! I wanted…I wanted…

Fuck.

“Shut the fuck up!” I screamed. And then I fucked her hard. Harder than I fucked anyone ever in my life. All the while I choked her. Hard.

She grabbed my wrist, and I lifted her leg so that I could go deeper. So that I could hurt her for what she had done to me. I thrust forward so hard that I hit her pelvic bone with my own. I didn’t care anymore. I felt myself bottom out in her, the tip of my dick hitting firm tissue that wouldn’t give anymore.

She only gasped. In pleasure.

That only made me more angry.

“Fuck you! Fuck…” and then I continued swearing words that didn’t go together or make sense.