46. Messiah

I never considered myself a sadist. Killing people was just a job; and, after so many years of doing it, I just got numb to it all. I wouldn't consider myself that fucked up a person on any normal day. But right now, watching my filthy little Angel brutalize this fucker is getting my dick hard.

I don't know if she is really enjoying it or if, like me, she is just getting a job done. After forty minutes of tapping nails into his legs and dumping a few more boiling pots of water on his dick, the fuck is still not giving in. He knows he is going to die. Why does he want to keep feeling this pain? Unless the fuck is getting hard from it. Though, judging by the steam rising from the opening in his pants, I am certain that particular appendage is likely to never get hard again.

Angel looks a bit sad when she runs out of nails to use. The hammer hangs limp in her hand as she looks down at her work. Brutus's lap looks like a gorey pincushion. Nails still up from bloody denim. A mix of blood and water is dripping from the edge of the chair beneath him.

"Do we pull them out and start again?" she asks.

When she turns to me she pauses, her eyes looking me up and down. Is my need for her that obvious?

"Come here." She waves her hand to beckon me over.

There is no opportunity to adjust the boner in my pants as I move toward her. She tilts her head back, reaching up in a silent plea for a kiss. When my lips touch hers, her fingers run along the hard cock in my pants.

"You are hard," she laughs, astonished that her assessment was right.

"I am not saying sorry for my dick being hard for my woman," I defend.

"Fuck me."

My eyes open wider at her sudden demand. I glance around the room. Does she mean like right here? Right now? I mean I fucking will, but this is a bit unexpected.

"I want him to see a real man fuck me," she continues, her eyes flicking sideways toward Brutus.

"With pleasure," I smirk.

I lift her up into my arms and turn toward the wall. I don't want this cunt seeing a flash of my girl's pussy, but he can gladly watch while I fill her with my come. There is a glint of mischief in her eyes as she loops her arms around my neck and pulls me closer.

Leaning her weight against the wall, I unbutton my pants and pull out my aching dick. She reaches down and strokes me, causing a feral growl to escape.

"Like that?" I snarl, sucking her bottom lip between my teeth.

She has to slide back to the floor to get her leggings off. I keep my body in front of her, making sure the fucker behind us can't get a peek at her pussy. It appears she has forgotten all about him though as her eyes stay pinned to me. The same burning lust that I had felt for weeks as I waited to have her is now burning in her eyes. My filthy fucking Angel. Her fingers grip the back of my neck, tugging at the hair there and causing just enough pain to spur me on.

We both moan as I slide into her, letting her pussy welcome me home again as I rock gently in and out. I love fucking my woman hard, but part of me always wants to take it slow as well.

Brutus is quiet behind us. I don't know if he is watching and I dont' fucking care. Her pussy is so wet for me that the slap of our bodies echoes in the small unit along with our heavy breathing.

"Like that, Baby?" I pant, sucking her lip into my mouth.

"Harder," she orders.

I adjust her weight in my arms and slam her body back against the concrete. She shouts out in ecstasy as my dick rams into her, filling her entire channel. Her pussy is already gripping me, her orgasm not far away. She tightens one arm around my neck as I support her legs around my body. Her free hand reaches down, sliding past the opening in my jeans and gripping my balls. It takes everything in me to swallow back the moan that tries to creep out of my throat.

"Filthy Angel," I murmur, dipping down to bite the exposed flesh on her neck.

"Harder." Her demand is followed by a tighter squeeze on my nuts.

Pressing her harder against the wall, I grip her legs as she holds onto me and fuck her with everything I have. Her fingers release me as she draws close and she wraps her arms around my neck, biting down on my skin, as her legs shiver in my grasp.

"Come for me, Baby," I growl.

The flood of moisture from her pussy soaks the area where our bodies connect. Lip between her teeth, her fingers digging into the back of my neck. I stare in awe as she comes undone on my cock. This is the closest to a religious experience I think I will ever have. Gripping her hair, I steady her head as I continue to thrust. Her body scrapes against the rough concrete wall and I feel the release shoot through my spine as I slam into her a final time. She gives a satisfied moan as her head rest against my chest and I let my dick stay inside her hot pussy as it continues to come and spasm.

My heart hammers against my sternum. I give us a few moments to come down.

"Tell me you love me," she smiles, running her bloodied fingers down my chest.

"I love you."

There isn't even a question about it anymore. This little psychopath is mine. I knew she was mine weeks ago. It seems she has finally has figured it out too.

"I love you," she purrs.