He wanted to get his dick wet, and he knew she was willing to provide the wetness.
By the time they got home they were already undressing one another as they walked up his front steps. Miles fumbled for his keys and pressed Alexandra through the door as she walked backwards. Then he grabbed her at the waist and pulled her up into his arms, carrying her to the bedroom upstairs. He slung her onto the bed and began to quickly undress, tearing off the disguise of expensive clothing to reveal his true self – the tatted up bad boy.
“You’re so hot,” she said through barred teeth, “I want you to fuck me.”
Miles said nothing, continuing to strip down until he was butt naked. His long cock was semi hard and dangling from his crotch. Alexandra’s eyes widened when she caught first sight of it. It was… Majestic, in a word. Long, thick, and vascular, it looked like it would rip her open and make her walk funny for a year. He grabbed it and hopped onto the bed, straddling her face with his hardened shaft.
“Suck it,” he said, “Show me how you work those big, gorgeous lips.”
Alexandra opened wide and took him inside of her. She closed her eyes and felt his member throbbing between the roof of her mouth and her tongue, and she felt his big hands wrap around her head as he began swaying his hips back and forth, pumping himself in and out of her mouth. He groaned with pleasure as he thrust himself into the depths of her throat, and she gagged softly until he pulled out.
Stepping off the bed and grabbing her bare legs, he pulled them off the edge of the mattress until her ass was dangling from it. Then he tore her thong into two pieces and dug his tongue into her gorgeous pink pussy. He let it slide right in and he swirled it around for a moment before pulling it out and tracing the alphabet across the length of her cute clit. He stroked her pussy up and down with his tongue, gliding it back and forth and occasionally wrapping his lips around hers and sucking her sweet juicy wetness.
“Fuck… Oh, fuck… You’re so good with your tongue,” she moaned as she buried her fingers in his hair and pulled him closer. He ate her out with savage intensity; his eyes rolling around in their sockets as he moaned into her tight pussy. His tongue lapped at her delicious wetness as he tongue-fucked her to high-heaven – and then, when he was sure she was ready, he grasped his cock and began to guide it into her.
After flipping her onto her stomach and then pulling her up onto her knees, he spanked her ass three times before spreading her cheeks and spitting against her wet pussy. Then he rubbed the saliva all around her tight pussy and rammed his cock inside after slipping protection on. He thrust into her balls deep at once, and then pulled out almost all the way and groaned with bliss. Then he thrust himself back into her tight, moist depths, and felt like he’d reached nirvana. In terms of sheer sexual pleasure, it was bar none the tightest pussy Miles had ever had…. And he was sure as hell going to have a good, rough time with it.
He thrust back and forth, barreling in and out of Alexandra’s pussy as she squealed from his large cock stretching her walls. He spanked her pale ass cheeks and made them rosy red as he thrust into her dominantly, spanking her and fucking her simultaneously. His cock throbbed and wanted to release its seed, but he wasn’t done yet. Not just yet. There was still plenty of fucking to take care of.
He barreled into Alexandra’s perfectly pink pussy which had already become sore and raw despite being wet as sin. She was soaking wet, and yet Miles’ cock was so large that the wetness could only help so much… He was stretching her wider apart than any guy had ever stretched her; and she’d never been like a guy quite like this one. He fucked hard and fast, and he didn’t make passionate love – that was for sure.
He pummeled her with his big cock and then pulled out completely, only to flip her onto her back and ram himself deep inside of her once again. As he spread her legs far apart, he also pushed them back beyond her head so that he had perfect, full access to the depths of her pussy. He buried his cock balls deep in her tightness and it throbbed within her as his eyes swiveled around in their sockets. He sweated profusely and it rained from his muscular, inked up physique as he plowed her faster than she’d ever been plowed.
“Baby, oh god, baby…”
“You like that?” He rasped snidely, slamming himself balls deep into her and holding himself there for a moment – only to thrust out suddenly and then ram himself completely back inside of her. She shook viciously from the thunderous momentum of his muscular body barreling forward with each thrust, and then she began to come at once.
“I’m… Oh, Miles… I’m gonna come.”
Miles began to ream her with his big cock, penetrating her hard and fast as he swayed his hips back and forth and thrust harder than ever into her. As he felt her body tense up, he knew the orgasm had arrived. It swept over her and he fucked her faster than ever as she began to drip orgasmic juices profusely. Miles could feel his cock throbbing as Alexandra’s pussy convulsed and tightened over the big shaft, and then he came as well – shooting a massive load into the protection he always made sure to wear.
Except when he pulled out, he saw that the protection hadn’t been much protection at all.
In fact, the protection had broken.
SIX
Instead of panicking, Miles simply stared at the broken condom for a moment and then looked up at Alexandra.
“Bit of a buzzkill, am I right?” He laughed.
“Shit…”
“You on the pill?”
“No…”
“Shit.”
He sighed and stood up, beginning to dress himself. He flushed the condom down the toilet and ran his fingers through his hair, “Well, it doesn’t always happen. You might not get pregnant,” he said.
“I bet the chances are high… You blew a full load in me…”
“Sure did.”
“You do that before and get off lucky, or something?”
“No, never had an accident like that, but just my luck tonight, I guess.”
“Well, the sex was fucking crazy, by the way…”
Miles cocked his head and stared at her. He looked so muscular, so imposing. She was still horny but knew she wouldn’t be able to take any more cock at that moment. It would have been simply too painful. He was too large for seconds, at least at this early point in their relationship he was… Maybe later, if they stayed together, she’d get more used to his massive sized dick.
“That was just a warm up session. You should see what I’m really like,” he laughed and plopped onto the bed with her. He was only wearing jeans, still shirtless. He looked so sexy and alpha, and although Alexandra had never dated a guy with tattoos, she was finding herself fawning over his with a gaping mouth… She never thought she liked bad boys before, but this guy was sure one of them. He just had the attitude, and the perfect amount of cockiness.
“So what if you get pregnant?”
“I guess we’ll know soon? I’m supposed to start my period in a week. If I don’t start it, I’ll take the test.”
“I’m not mad,” he said.
“I know. I’m not either.”
“You should be. I might’ve just knocked you up, girl,” Miles laughed.
“You don’t seem too worried.”
“Shit, I’ve had worse happen to me… Besides…”
“Besides what?”
“Maybe raising a kid would be fun. I doubt it; it’d probably suck. But maybe?”
“We barely know each other, but I know what you mean.”
“I think things are going pretty smoothly.”
“So we’ll continue to get to know each other?”
“Yeah, girl. But there’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
Wait, what are you doing?
“Like… Bad things?”
Miles shook his head, “Nah. Nevermind.”
“Were you in the army?”
“I was a marine.”
“How long?”
“Long enough to say I saw some shit.”
After that it was mostly silent. But it was never awkward, luckily. Even so, Miles took Alexandra home; dropping her off at her Hollywood apartment in his sports car. He pulled up to the curb and they could hear the cicadas creaking in the brush of the front yard. She turned and looked at him, smiling innocently, “I had a good time tonight, so…”
“I’ll call you.”
“Do you promise?” Her eyes widened suddenly, and she looked fearful.
“Hey,” he stroked her cheek, “I’m a man of rules, and a promise is a promise. Of course I’ll call you.”
“Soon?”
Miles sighed and looked at his watch. This week he had three jobs. One he’d completed already. Tomorrow was his second, “How about tomorrow afternoon?” He had a mental image of him assassinating the man he was scheduled for tomorrow morning – he always preferred early mornings; it was much easier considering there was less traffic before the morning rush hour.
“I’m going to work until four tomorrow, so afterwards?”
“Sounds good.”
They kissed, and everything felt good. It was all warm and fuzzy inside for Miles Rockland as he drove down Sunset Boulevard toward the Coast Highway, but there was a deep worry eating at him in the back of his mind. He couldn’t handle having a baby. He was an assassin, for god’s sake. It was no environment to raise a child, and the girl he’d potentially impregnated didn’t even know what kind of a man he really was… Which was also what was bugging him. She didn’t know he killed for a living. She didn’t know he was a stone cold assassin with one thing on his mind as far as his profession went – getting paid.
She was about to find out, very soon.
For better or worse.
*
SEVEN
His next target shouldn’t have been an issue. He wouldn’t have been an issue had Miles’ mind been one hundred percent in the game. Always focused, always zen. His practice and method, rather, was to wipe his mind of any thoughts other than the kill at hand. When he killed, he was efficient to say the least – he was a stone cold machine who could wipe out an entire office if need be… And if the price was right.
But on this day in particular, there was something at the back of his mind. Behind the ruthless assassin’s barren mental landscape sat an image of a lustful brunette with large blue eyes and billowing breasts. As he sat perched in the Santa Monica mountains with his rifle scoped zoned into the kitchen of a man he knew nothing about, he was convinced that it would be a clean shot.
So he pulled the trigger. And he missed.
The shot went clean through the window of the kitchen, past the sink and countertop, and then it went whizzing on through the living room and out the opposite window into the brisk and breezy morning air. The target’s head swiveled toward the window and he ducked instinctively. His face was a twisted mess of confusion and terror.
Miles began to sweat heavily. His breathing intensified and he reacted by scurrying down the sloping hill toward the house. By now, the man would be crawling to the phone to dial the police – or worse, he had perhaps already had his phone in his pocket and was already speaking to the dispatcher at that very moment. Miles hurried as fast as he could, barreling through the Southern California desert brush which scratched his face and neck.
He made it to the house after a quick cross country style sprint through the vegetation and unkempt landscape. His usual attire was soaked – trench coat and tank top beneath. His boots were covered in dirt, along with his blue jeans. He scurried up the back steps in a panic and kicked through the glass door, aiming his gun squarely before him.
He scoped the house quickly and efficiently with his jawline clenched. He couldn’t find the man. He’d started in the kitchen and made his way quickly into all the downstairs rooms, and then hurried upstairs, still holding the rifle before him.
“Fuck…” He muttered, “Fuck’s sake…”
As he neared the master bedroom which was located at the end of a narrow hallway, the door burst open and two shots rang out. The first of which came from the target himself – he’d fired at Miles with a pistol, and the bullet grazed his ribs - and the second of which belonged to Miles’ own rifle. It was a clean shot this time. Just the way Miles liked it, but a little too up close and personal. The man’s chest burst open in a grotesque splatter of blood and bone, and he flew backwards into the room.
He lay dying on the carpet. His chest rose up slowly as he breathed heavy, choking breaths. Blood ran in spurts from his mouth. His eyes looked glazed over and like they were desperately fighting for life. His fingers twitched and his arms writhed on the ground. He clutched at the hole in his chest and began to moan a low pitched, gurgling moan. Then he went quiet.
Miles took short quick strides into the bedroom and checked the man’s pulse with a gloved hand. He wasn’t dead, not yet. He would be, but Miles didn’t take chances, and he didn’t like being so up close and personal with one of his targets. Watching this man suffer was making him feel uncomfortable, and he suddenly got the urge to vomit. He aimed the rifle at the man’s head and pulled the trigger.
Rushing out of the house, he scurried frantically back up the hill and towards the mountains where he’d parked his truck. He hopped in, started the engine and squealed off, leaving a trail of dust behind him.
When he got home, Miles took off his trench coat, tank top, and jeans. He through all of his clothes in the washer and rushed to the shower where he let the steaming water wash over him… Cleansing himself of more than dirt and sweat – cleaning himself of his sins. His jawline clenched tightly and he cleared his mind. He didn’t know why this one had bothered him, other than the obvious. It was the first time he’d been up close and personal with a hit, and he didn’t like the way the man had been choking on his own blood.
That said, he was a survivalist who believed in survival of the fittest. The man was going to kill him if he had the chance, and had tried to by shooting him. Which reminded him of his shoulder. There was a sharp pain twinging from it and Miles ran his fingers over the graze, soaping it up with an antibacterial lather. After the shower he slathered his shoulder in disinfecting ointment and stood naked on his balcony. He let the wind smack his face and muscular body as he cleared his head.
This was a busy week. He still had another hit on the list and another three hundred thousand dollars being deposited into his account. The hit was to take place two days from now. If only he knew then what he’d find out shortly after…
*
EIGHT
He went over to Alexandra’s that night. Parallel parking his SUV on the narrow, steep Hollywood hills was a bitch. It was crammed, and he barely found a space which was two blocks from her home. He walked up the sloping hill and up the steps where he knocked on her door. She opened immediately, wearing nothing but a thong. Her tits looked so fucking sexy… Big, plump, swollen.
“You’re late.”
“Sorry, but I have to say it doesn’t look like you’re ready anyway.”
He waited inside for her to get ready, feeling oddly out of place on her couch. He was wearing an old suit which he hated to wear. He wasn’t a man who felt at home in a suit… Give him a dirty old jacket and a pair of cargo pants with big old worn in boots, and he’d be in heaven. But when it called for being well dressed, he succumbed. And tonight was no exception, for the two of them were going to one of the hottest clubs in Hollywood.
When she got ready after a good twenty minutes of Miles waiting on the couch, he drove them to a parking garage in West Hollywood. They got out and headed for the club some three blocks away. There was a large line, which Miles hated. He stood there fuming for a few minutes, still feeling restless from his last kill. It had done something to him, but rather than soften and humanize him; it had made him feel furious inside.
He quickly began to brush past the people in line, holding Alexandra’s arm with one hand and a wad of hundreds with the other. He made it to the front of the line where the big burly bouncer eyeball
ed him wearily, “Back of the line, man,” he said.
Miles held out the wad of hundreds and the man stared at it. He took a few of the bills and smiled, “Back of the line now.”
“What?”
“Back of the line if you want to get in at all.”
“You just took money from me.”
“You were waving it in front of my face.”
“That means we get in now.”
“Look man, it’s gonna be a forty minute wait. You didn’t say a thing about getting in from that money. You didn’t say anything at all. So naturally I assumed it was free money. Now I’ll be nice. You go wait in the middle of the line right there behind that big guy and his blonde girl.”
“I think we’ll go in now,” Miles smiled.
“Like I said…”
Miles clutched the man by his throat and rammed him up against the siding of the brick building. The man’s eyes bulged out and his face reddened as he groaned hoarsely through his constricted breathing. Another bouncer appeared and began to swiftly reach for Miles, but he wasn’t swift enough. Miles backhanded the man hard and fast and then kicked him in the stomach; still clutching the other man’s throat.
The second man doubled over and groaned and Miles gave him a knee to the face, sending him flying backwards and landing with a loud smack against the sidewalk. He rubbed his stomach and his head and groaned into the night air. Miles switched his attention back to the man he was choking and then was greeted by a head butt. The man had lunged forward and struck him against the forehead with his own head, sending Miles spiraling towards the ground.
He caught himself on his hands and sprung back upwards, sending an uppercut to the man’s jawline. The man stood dazedly for a moment, tripping over his own feet like he was doing a slow little dance. His eyes widened and then narrowed, his head spun, his eyes closed, and then he went falling down.
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