11. Dante

CHAPTER 11

DANTE

I would laugh at the prospect of her loving me, but suddenly, the idea isn't so funny. Picking up my hatchet and killing her crosses my mind, but the thought moves further away with each stroke of my cock.

She doesn't flinch in disgust or act repulsed by me, and much to my horror, she doesn't seem aroused by the sick horror of what she did to me either. She seems like she's enjoying touching me, like she feels for me.

Even more concerning, the places she touches are miraculously free of pain, even more so than when I'm touching her. They feel nearly good, whole, alive. What if other parts of my being feel as good under her touch?

What if she really could love me?

I'm stupid for entertaining such romantic thoughts. We'll never have a real relationship, but maybe I can keep her like a pretty fuckdoll.

She shivers in the late October air. Her full tits, peaked with the hardest nipples, pressing against my chest. Part of me wants to warm her. I knew I was growing too soft for her, but did I really stand a chance when everything about her makes me feel alive again?

She pushes my shirt up, stopping at my shoulders. Taking the weight off my hands and lifting my arms, I let her remove it. When did she make me desperate to feel more of her willing touches? Just how good she can make me feel?

I can always kill her later. I still want to , I ' m going to , I lie to myself. Maybe next Halloween.

She gasps when my torso comes into view. Her eyes run up and down the ruined skin, and we're not even in bright enough light for her to see the extent of the damage. Shame fills me, and I don't want to see what she thinks of the monster she's promised herself to now. But her face shows concern, not disgust.

"You lived through this?"

It's obvious I did, so I don't speak.

"I am so fucking sorry, Dante, but I don't know a single person alive as strong as you."

And why does she sound almost sincere?

"I'm not alive."

"But you are, and I'm in awe of you. Let me show you."

Her hand moves to my pants, opening the button, then pushing them and my boxers off my hips. She stops when she can't reach any farther, and I slide them the rest of the way down, kicking them off with my boots.

She presses her nose to my skin and makes the most delicious noise of satisfaction. I went out of my way to make sure I was clean for her tonight. I didn't want her to have to take dirty dick for her last night alive, but I'm suddenly relieved to be clean for a different reason.

If I'm going to keep her for a while, I'd like her to enjoy my body, as well as me forcing myself and my punishments upon her. That realization sends a stark warmth to my chest. There hasn't been a thought in my mind for two years that I could be anything but my revenge. I didn't believe there was more than a monster left. She shows me she still likes what I am by kissing all over my neck, shoulders, and chest, her soft lips leaving behind little electric sparks.

"Oh fuck," I grunt, literally shaking, feeling as if I may collapse against her at the intensity of the sensation. If she stabs me in the back again, it might be worth it.

Taking advantage of that weakness, she places her hands on my shoulders and rolls us, once again putting herself at the top of our dynamic, but isn't that how it's always been? She calls the shots, she breaks me.

She takes my cock in her hand, pumping it a few times to make sure it's hard enough before pressing it to the opening of her cunt. Her warmth is an incredible contrast to the cold night air. Quickly swallowing my entire length, she works her pussy up and down my shaft. I have to focus not to come immediately. It's been a lot more than two years since a woman fucked me.

"Shit," I hiss as she digs her fingers into my chest and fucks me harder. Her cunt is like a vise, and I know I'm done for. I need more of this. I can't give her up.

"I'm going to make this up to you for the rest of our lives, whatever you want, whenever you want. Isn't that worth more than my severed head?"

"No," I groan, but fuck, it's not how I feel. I'd take this every minute of the day over the usual pain. She's everything around me.

My cock splits her little pussy open, and her wetness shines in the light of the moon. I can't stop staring.

"What is it, Dante? What do you want?"

How the fuck am I supposed to know what I want? I've barely come to terms with the fact that I don't think I can kill her.

"You've always needed me to tell you," she says, referencing that she led our relationship before she led me to my doom, but her bouncing on my cock takes away the sting.

A moment later, she's gone, and I nearly cry at the chill of the air on my wet dick and the loss of her tight cunt. She doesn't run, though, and shimmies up my body instead. I'm too interested in what she's doing to stay upset.

She rotates her body, and a moment later, she's straddling my face with a knee on either side, pussy so close it's all I can see and smell. I want to taste her so bad.

"See, Dante, you're not a monster. You're just a man who wants to eat my pussy."

She lowers her hips, pressing her cunt directly against my mouth. I taste her for the first time, and my brain blanks as I slip my tongue between her lips and start eating her like a starving man. Did I like the taste of pussy that much before, or is her cunt literally magic?

She rubs her little clit back and forth on my tongue, and I hold it out so she can use me. I grip her thighs and ass, filling my hands with all her delicious curves.

"Dante, Dante," she chants as I suck her clit a little too hard. I thought it might be too intense, but she is a dirty little whore. "Mm, not yet."

She lifts off me, pulling her clit from my mouth with a pop of wet suction. I groan at the loss, ready to shove her back down, but she only flips around. I put my mouth back on her, not even realizing what she's up to until she sucks my cock to the back of her throat.

"Oh fucking hell." I can't even hide how much I want her. I still hate her. How could you not hate someone who has this type of control over you?

I shove my tongue deep inside of her, wanting to taste from the source and make her feel as good as she's making me feel with my cock hitting the back of her throat over and over again.

I take control of the situation, flipping us over and using my superior strength to choke her with my cock and eat her pussy with my lips, tongue, and teeth.

She orgasms out of nowhere and spills hot cum down my chin as she squirts. I just keep licking, sucking, and biting, nowhere near done with her yet.

"Dante, please," she wails, and I shove two fingers inside her. I don't know if she wants mercy or another orgasm, but she's getting another orgasm.

Her G-spot swells beneath my fingers, and every inch of her body shines with sweat. One more wet orgasm rushes out of her, drenching the dirt.

"Happy Halloween, Little Backstabber."