SNATCH: A Dark Erotica (16 page)

“You little whore.”

His words aroused her further.

“You like being face fucked, don’t you?”

She moaned.

“I should cover you in come. You’re a filthy little slut. Filthy little sluts need covered in come.”

Her pussy tingled. Her nipples ached. Again, she moaned.

The sound of his cock against the back of Meghan’s throat, the moaning and whimpers as he forcefully fucked her mouth caused Ryan to become more excited. As the excitement began to heighten, he wanted more. The elevated euphoria he was feeling compared to what he felt from killing Meghan’s uncle. As he forced her head back and pressed his cock hard against her throat, his target of satisfaction began to move.

Ryan was becoming bored.

He pulled himself from her mouth. As the tip of his dick cleared her lips, he slapped her face with tremendous force, catching her off-guard. The slap almost drove her to her knees.

“Stand up, you little slut.”

Ryan’s voice was deep and confident as he released Meghan’s neck from his grasp.

As soon as Ryan’s hands released her neck, his right hand gripped her pony tail and pulled her to her feet.

She whimpered.

His eyes widened. As he held her hair firmly in his hand, he slapped her again.

“I said
stand up
. When I speak, you listen. Do you understand me, slut?” Ryan barked.

Meghan was confused, excited, and not quite understanding exactly who this person was that stood before her. As she straightened her legs, she felt pain in her knees. As she pressed her palms to her thighs and stood, Ryan pulled her hair sharply, forcing her to stand completely erect.

“Oh
fuck
,” Meghan gasped.

With his right hand gripping her ponytail, Ryan pulled Meghan’s head toward his face. His left hand cupped around her neck and under her jaw, squeezing tightly.

He curled his arm, pulling her into him as he choked her. Now standing behind her with his chest pressed tight to her back, he rested his chin on his right wrist and breathed into her right ear.

“You little slut. You can’t suck a cock to save your life. I should just choke your ass to death right now and do us both a little favor,” Ryan growled.

“No, please,” Meghan pleaded.

Ryan’s hot breath caused Meghan to shiver. The forceful nature of the sex, the not knowing what was going to happen next, and the lack of planning this sexual escapade was exactly what Meghan had always fantasized about. Her pulse now elevated, she could feel her heartbeat against Ryan’s hand as it squeezed her neck firmly.

She closed her eyes, pressed her feet into the floor, and leaned forward.

Meghan wanted to resist.

“You skinny little slut. You can’t escape me,” he growled. “You’re going to get what you deserve.”

He kicked his shoes across the floor.

His hand slid from Meghan’s throat to under her dress. As he pressed his hand into her bra and squeezed her breasts, Meghan’s eyes rolled and she released an audible sigh. Ryan widened his stance behind Meghan.

“You like that, you filthy bitch?” Ryan whispered as he pulled Meghan’s hair, forcing the back of her head against his upper chest.

Ryan began walking forward, toward the couch where Meghan was seated earlier. Pushing against her as he walked, Ryan shoved Meghan forcefully, causing her to stumble as she stepped. As he squeezed her breasts and pulled her hair with tremendous force, Meghan began to whine.

“Please, be careful. What are you going to do to me?” Meghan whimpered.

Meghan had no understanding of what was going to happen next. The elevated excitement, forceful nature, and Ryan’s deep demanding voice caused a level of sexual arousal that Meghan had never experienced. Her pussy was soaked. Now standing in front of the couch with Ryan’s chest against her back, she could feel his cock through the material of her dress, pressing against the inside of her thigh.

Ryan’s knees pressed against the back of her legs, causing her knees to bend. As she did, he pulled her hair harder.

“Pull your dress up over your ass, you whore,” Ryan growled into her ear.

Nervously, Meghan fumbled to find the hem of her dress. As her hands bunched up the fabric, she eagerly raised it above her waist. As she did, Ryan removed his hand from her breast and slid it to her neck, squeezing firmly and pulling the back of her head to meet his face.

Ryan pressed his lips against the back of her neck and breathed into her ear. “I’m going to stuff your little wet pussy full of cock, Meghan. Do you know why?”

She fumbled to find the words. “I…I…I don’t. Uhhm. I. No. Why?”

“Because I can. And you can’t stop me. You don’t want to stop me,” he said. “Because you’re a whore.”

Her level of arousal was at an all-time high.

“And I want to feel what it’s like to fuck you,” he growled.

“Before I kill you.”

Ryan slid his hand from the front of Meghan’s neck to the back of her head. Pressing against her back with his chest, he caused her to bend at the waist as he forced her head into the cushions of the couch. His hips now pressing against her butt, he forced her head between the arm of the couch and the seat cushion. With his right hand holding her head in place, he grabbed her panties with his left hand and pulled sharply, snapping the fabric in two.

As Meghan felt Ryan’s cock penetrate her, she groaned into the couch cushion. Her slight fear and uncertainty cast aside, she grunted with each thrust of his hips. The sounds of their skin slapping together became hypnotic as Ryan’s hand pressed harder against the back of her head. Meghan labored with breathing as he continued to forcefully fuck her.

As she felt her pussy begin to contract, she moaned into the cushion of the couch.

As he pounded his cock deep inside her pussy, Meghan fought to breathe and moaned in ecstasy; reaching a degree of climax she had never known.

Ryan lifted his right foot from the floor and raised it onto the couch. With his left foot on the floor, and his right foot beside Meghan’s head, he released his grasp of her head with his hand.

Meghan attempted to raise her head from the couch, but he stopped her short, stepping on her neck with his foot. He pressed her face into the void between the cushion and the arm of the couch, grinding the arch of his foot onto the base of her skull.

With one foot on the floor and one on Meghan’s neck, Ryan began to fuck her harder and harder. The entry of his thick shaft into her soaking wetness was now easier and without any obstruction.

With each stroke, a muffled grunt could be heard from the couch cushions.

“Holy fuck, that cock is deep now, isn’t it?” Now
that
, Meghan, is balls deep. You feel my balls against your wet little pussy?” Ryan grunted.

Ryan extended his right leg, using his thigh muscles to press his foot against Meghan’s neck with more force. As his foot slid up her neck and onto the back of her head, he pressed down with his harder, smashing Meghan’s face into the frame of the couch. As he pushed against her head, he continued to force his cock in and out of her pussy and scream as he did so.

“Fuck, Meghan. I think I might just cum,” Ryan bellowed.

Meghan fought to breathe.

“Yes, I’m sure of it,” Ryan assured her.

Methodically, Ryan continued to fuck her with long harsh strokes. With his left foot between her feet, and his right pressing against her head, each stroke was penetrating as deep as possible. With his upper thigh against Meghan’s lower back, he pressed his cock as deep as he could and held it deep inside of her.

Meghan’s body began to shudder and shake. From her pussy to her nipples, she felt as if she was being shocked. She had never experienced anything like this before, and was incapable of expressing her feelings. The darkness of her head being buried by Ryan’s foot was amplified by the force in which Ryan was pressing against her head. As Ryan held his cock buried deep inside of her, everything she was able to see went black and her ears began to ring.

“Oh fuck, Meghan. Here it comes,” Ryan howled.

As Meghan reached the height of her orgasm, she felt Ryan’s cock begin to swell. As he pulled it from deep inside of her, she sighed and relaxed as best she could. As she felt his hands spread her ass cheeks apart, she tensed her arms and stomach muscles. Almost immediately, she heard Ryan groan and felt the warm spurts of cum against her ass.

Ryan released the pressure of his foot from Meghan’s head. Slowly, she began to raise her head from the couch. As she did, she felt Ryan’s hand on her right shoulder, lifting her from the awkward position.

As she stood, her legs shook and her knees began to wobble.

Ryan extended his arms around her back and under her armpit, holding her from falling.

“Here, let me help you to the bathroom,” Ryan whispered as he held the weight of her body against his right arm.

As he turned toward the hallway, Meghan’s legs gave out. Exhausted, and in a heightened state of euphoria, she was incapable of walking. As her legs failed, Ryan reached under her thighs with his left arm and picked her up from the floor.

“Carrying you might be easier,” Ryan chuckled as he hoisted Meghan from the floor.

Meghan sighed. “Holy fuck. First time, huh?”

“Excuse me?”

“Your first sex. That was it?”

“Oh. Yes. That was my first time doing it. I’m fascinated with watching it, though. I just did what I’ve seen others do,” Ryan admitted.

Standing at the entrance of the bathroom, Ryan stood and admired Meghan’s attractive features. As she removed her dress, bra, and jewelry, her hands shook uncontrollably. Standing before him naked, Meghan’s body appeared much younger than her almost thirty years of age. Ryan, still dressed in his shirt, unbuttoned it and set it on top of the bathroom vanity.

He watched as she reached into the shower and turned on the water. The emotion he felt from the aggressive sex was comparable to the excitement and satisfaction he felt from killing Meghan’s uncle and watching her kill Elena. Consciously, as he watched Meghan step into the shower, he compared the two events and his feelings associated with both.

“Are you going to get in with me?” Meghan asked.

Ryan, feeling somewhat disconnected from reality, nodded his head lightly. He turned to focus on Meghan, trying to make sense of the situation. His life, he began to feel, had become a whirlwind of changes. Changes he felt he wasn’t necessarily prepared for or could prepare for.

As he watched the water from the shower raining down on Meghan’s naked body, he realized that he was not the failure his father had told him he would be.

“Well, get in here. Water is going everywhere,” Meghan laughed as she motioned toward the bathroom floor.

As Ryan stepped into the shower, he thought of his torturous father, of Meghan, and of yet more murder.

And his mouth slowly curled into a smile.

CHAPTER TWENTY - FIVE

HEY BUDDY, NEED A RIDE?

TWENTY - FIVE.
With his shoulders held high, chin tilted up slightly, and his hair freshly trimmed, Ryan maintained a level of confidence he had never felt. As he walked toward the entrance of the coffee shop, he noticed Ami standing at the cash register.

Ami smiled. “Hi, Ryan.”

“Good evening,” Ryan responded.

“Your hair looks nice; did you just get it cut?” Ami asked.

Ryan stood on the other side of the countertop, looking at the overhead beverage menu. He nodded his head and momentarily raised his eyebrows jokingly. “They say the best haircut is one that is never noticed.”

Ryan chuckled.

“The usual?” Ami asked.

“No, I think I want something new,” Ryan responded.

“Wow. Ok. Well, do you want something sweet, salty, healthy, more of a coffee taste, chocolate?”

“I’m not certain. Something
different
.”

“I didn’t figure you as a man for making too many changes.”

“Well, I’m making changes in my life, and my first change is the willingness to make change.”

“How about a Chai tea latte,” he said.

She nodded. “Perfect, I think you’ll love it.”

He handed her a ten-dollar bill. “I was surprised to see you here this late at night. Surely you don’t work morning shift and night shift both.”

“Oh, yeah. We have a new manager. They promoted me to night shift lead. Actually, it works better with my school schedule.”

“Put the change in the tip jar, Ami,” he said.

He turned and looked over the seating are for a place to sit, surprised that the coffee shop was practically empty.

Ryan walked to a table and sat down as he waited for his drink to be prepared. He watched as Ami wiped the countertop, and day dreamed about what her sexual desires may be. Recalling the events of the night with Meghan caused him to smile and chuckle to himself as he imagined tying Ami to the posts of his bed and pouring hot wax over her naked body.

“Ryan, your drink is ready,” Ami shouted across the coffee shop.

Ryan stood and walked to the coffee bar to receive his drink. As he walked past Ami, she brushed her hair with her hand, momentarily exposing the tattoo beside her ear. As Ryan reached for his coffee, he wondered if there was any statistical data to support his belief that women with tattoos were more prone to be sexually adventurous. He had always believed that they were, but now realized that his opinion was unfounded.

“So, are you headed home?” Ami asked as Ryan walked past the cash register.

Ryan nodded as he reached for his drink. “Yes, as a matter of fact.”

He grabbed his drink from the bar and turned to face Ami. Full of confidence and a newly fueled sexual desire, the words escaped his mouth before he realized that his mind intended for him to speak. “If I were single, available, and asked you out on a date, would you consider going?”

He took a sip of his beverage gave a smile of approval regarding the sweet Chai tea.

Ami, eager that Ryan had asked, attempted to hide her excitement. She realized Ryan was older than she by approximately six or eight years, from her best calculations. She had seen him come and go from the coffee shop for a few years, and had often fantasized about the two of them being together and what it would be like to have Ryan as a respective mate. After she felt that she had paused long enough to make here response not seem over anxious, she spoke.

Ami struggled with her response. “Oh, absolutely. I would. Uhhm. Yeah. I sure would.”

Ryan raised his cup of coffee, and turned to face the door. “Interesting. Well, have a great night, and mentally prepare for that, Ami. You never know when the time may come.”

As Ryan walked to his car, he considered taking Ami on a date, and what common interests they may have. He considered the possibility of her having no similar sexual interest, and being completely opposed to his desires. As he unlocked his car, he decided there was no real way of determining what Ami’s sexual interests were short of actually finding from either asking or attempting.

Ryan placed his beverage into the cup holder and turned on the key to his car. As soon as the dash lights were illuminated, the low tire pressure warning lamp illuminated. Frustrated, Ryan pulled the door handle and opened the door. As he stepped from the car, he looked at the two tires on the driver’s side of the car, which were sufficiently inflated.

As he walked around the front bumper, he noticed the right side of the car sagging. As he reached the passenger side of the car, it was immediately apparent that the right front tire was completely flat. After a quick inspection of the tire, he began to become angry, considering the two times the tire had been repaired in the last month. Knowing that the BMW sedan did not have a spare tire, he realized he was nothing short of stranded.

Frustrated and angry, he turned and walked back into the coffee shop.

Ami chuckled as Ryan walked in the front door. “Decide to ask me on that date already?”

Feeling guilty and fractionally selfish, Ryan sighed. “Not yet. Ami, I’m sorry. My car has a flat, and to make a long story short, I’m stranded. One disadvantage of that particular model is that it has no spare tire. There is nowhere at eleven o’clock at night that I will find a tire, and I will need to get a ride home. At what time do you close?”

“We close in three minutes. I’ll be here for about forty five minutes after that, cleaning up. I could…let me think.” Ami paused and raised her hand to her mouth. “My brother has this patrol. I could see what he’s doing. His shift ends at eleven. That’s in just a minute.”

“The police officer?” Ryan said in a reluctant tone.

Ami pulled her phone from her pocket. “Yeah, but he’s cool. He’s really nice. If he’s not busy, he could give you a ride, or you could wait for me, either way. Let me see if he’s even available.”

Ryan placed his hands on his hips and attempted to hide his frustration as Ami typed into the screen of her phone. He considered the police officer taking him home, and what harm could come from it. As he decided there was no risk to speak of from riding with the officer, Ami spoke.

Ami grinned. “He just responded. He’s a few miles from here. He’ll be here in a five or ten minutes. He said he’d gladly give you a ride. He might even have a cool story to tell you on the way home, he always does.”

Ryan nodded. “Thank you, I appreciate it.”

Ami walked toward the front door. “I hate to, but we’re closing. I have to ask you to go outside. I’m really sorry.”

Ryan turned toward the door. “Oh, not at all.”

Ami pulled the door open and held it as she waited for Ryan. As Ryan walked past her, he smiled.

“Ami, thank you again. Tell him I’m waiting in the white BMW. The one with a flat.” He chuckled.

“No problem, you owe me,” she said.

Frustrated, Ryan walked to his car. Although he appreciated Ami’s brother providing a ride, he felt uneasy about getting in the car with a police officer. As he sat in the car and waited, he turned on the ignition, rolled down the windows, and sipped his now luke-warm beverage.

As he reclined his seat and began to relax, he noticed a shadow out of his left eye. As he turned and gazed out of his vehicle’s open window, he was facing the barrel of a large caliber revolver pointed directly at his face.