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Lifeless Lust
Toy Davis
Sitting naked in his apartment Blake stared at his latest victim. She was beautiful. Long satin hair, clear brown eyes, and a nice petite body easy for any man to overpower. A dreamy smile curved his lips as he caressed the deep scratches on his arm. She had tried to fight back but her best hadn’t been enough to save her life.
What was her name? he wondered as he stared at her still breast. The nipple was hard, he was hard. His eyes moved up her body to the bruises his fingers had left on her neck. They were dark, dark like her beautiful hair.
His right hand embraced his erect penis. Remembering her last desperate struggle he began to stoke it. It’s not too late, a hidden piece of him said. She’s not too dry. Eyes sliding down he froze. He wanted it, needed it. His breathing quickened as a hunger filled him, clouding his mind.
Yes, it’s not too late. Dropping to his hands and knees he crawled to the beautiful silent woman before him. What was her name?
Her face reminded him of his first love Stacy. The only woman who had ever hurt him and lived. Yes, she looked like her. Parting her legs he climbed up between them, not yet entering her. But she’s not, disappointment hardened his facial features.
She’ll do, he promised the hurt inside of him. The hurt that needed Stacy to heal it. But she wouldn’t. She was gone. She disappeared like the love they had once shared. His lids lowered as his anger rose. “How could you leave me?” he demanded of the dead woman beneath him. “How?”
She’s not going to talk, a voice in his head taunted.
“Yes she will.” He thrust himself inside her, determined to make her scream out the answer. She didn’t move. Her body was limp beneath him offering no help in their dance of lust. Like with all his other mistresses he was going to have to do all the work. What a typical woman, he mentally bitched. This was the main reason he chose to stay single.
Her lifeless eyes stared into his. In those honey brown orbs he saw Stacy’s smile taunting him, begging him to go harder. Grinding his teeth he shoved himself further inside her, needing to close the open wound in him. Pounding into her he closed his eyes. Spasms of pleasure ran down his spine as his fingers dug into her cooling flesh. Soon he was going to experience the great explosion of the ultimate pleasure. Soon. He smiled, moving harder and faster.
Stacy had laughed when he was unable to please her that night in her car. But they had been in a car, where anyone could walk by and see what they were doing. How could any respectable woman expect a man to perform in such a place? It just wasn’t right he had told her, hoping to convince her of their need for privacy. Harsh words is all she would give him. Words that would make him question his normality.
He cried out when the orgasm hit. Burying his head in her shoulder he breathed hot breaths against her creamy skin. He didn’t need to know her name. He slipped out of her, grabbing the towel that laid beside her to wipe himself clean of her stench. He never needed to know any of their names because he already did, Stacy.
Staring at her limp body he felt disgust stir his gut. “Is that what you wanted?” he taunted. “Just to be fucked?” Her silence told him it was. Tossing the towel on her he went to get dressed. It was time to get rid of the body and evidence.
See; Stacy was wrong about me. Only a deranged man would keep the body. I know how important it is to get rid of it. Pride filled him as he buttoned his pants. Just like all the others Nicole wouldn’t be found. Blake had mastered this game long ago when Stacy broke his heart.
