Zoey Knowlton

The Ending You Desire

I moan softly as his tongue slides over my clit. He doesn’t linger there, but runs his tongue up and down me. My knees are on either side of his head, and I press down, smothering him with my wetness. Another groan escapes my lips. 

I ride his face hard until I feel him desperately gasp for air. There’s a small rattle as he tries to move his arms. The handcuffs don’t let him do much. My own hands grip the top of the headboard. I would love to stay like this until the true panic sets in, feeling his body thrash under me, and eventually cumming as he loses consciousness.

But that is not what he paid for.

Instead, I pull back from his face. He gasps for air while my pussy sits just above him. I glance over my shoulder to see that he is rock hard. Good boy.

I swing my legs over his arms and straddle him, running my dripping pussy along his shaft. First I lean over him, pressing my boobs into his face. He sucks my left nipple. I pull back, then kiss him, open-mouthed and deep. He still tastes like me, all sweetness, sweat, and desire.

“Are you ready?” I breathe into his ear. 

His eyes lock with mine. At first, I think I see him hesitate, but then confidence flashes through him. He nods.

I reach down and grip his throbbing cock, slowly pushing him into me. He is a good length, but a better girth. I can’t help it, I moan again.

I starting grinding against his body, letting him press deeper and deeper into me. I can tell he’s holding back, that he doesn’t want this to end. But he can only last for so long.

I feel him swell inside me. I think I realize he’s going to cum before he does. I’m about to cum, too. 

I reach one hand to my head, pulling out my hair stick and letting my hair fall around my shoulders while I continue to ride him. The stick that holds my hair is long. It is black with a diamond encrusted end. It is the most beautiful thing I own. 

His entire body is tensing in anticipation now. And then, I hear a groan starting deep in his throat, a guttural growl of pleasure. A sound that I cut short as I drive the hair stick into his jugular.

Blood sprays from his neck as I raise the stick above my head and thrust it in again. And again. And again. My tits are covered in red, and his blood speckles my face. I lick some of it off of my lips. 

And just as I thrust one…last…time, we cum together. I feel him explode inside of me, and my pussy twitches as waves of pleasure roll through me. We are both in ecstasy. He thrashes under me, sending aftershocks of euphoria through me, even as the blood continues to spray from his neck, albeit with less strength. When I finally remember to take another breath, his movement slows.

His cum leaks out of me as life drains from his eyes. I make sure not to dismount until he’s good and dead. That’s what he paid for. Besides, I thoroughly enjoyed this one.

A minute later, as I’m slowly toweling the blood off myself, my phone buzzes on the side table. I answer it, making sure to put on my most seductive voice.

“Thanks for calling Black Widow Services. We’ll give you the ending you desire. How can we help you reach your ending today?”