Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 145088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Hammer was so deeply immersed in that fantasy, the sudden pulsing of the muscle embracing his dick came as a surprise. Dex cried out, panting as he spurted cum all over the sofa.
Hammer lost his rhythm, overwhelmed and out of breath, but when the tight hole squeezed him again, milking his dick, Hammer shoved him forward, wrapped one arm around his neck and let himself go while the scent of male sweat, cum, and the surprising sweetness of jasmine filled his lungs.
He came within seconds, fucking the tight ass hard until the sensation became too much. Hot and cold at the same time, Hammer was so exhausted he almost fell asleep on top of the boy, but then a piece of fabric hit his face, startling him so much he almost fell back and off the sofa.
“Are you fucking serious?” Cora shrieked, gesturing at the bodies scattered around the living room with the hand that wasn’t holding on to three boxes of pizza.
Hammer blinked. He’d forgotten about her presence. “Um… you have… food?” he asked, absent-mindedly petting Dex’s sweaty back. Tremors passed through his muscles now and then like aftershocks, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride at rendering the motormouth speechless.
She scowled and dropped all three boxes to the floor. “I waited for delivery by my mailbox. Couldn’t have the guy see… all this. Any of this!” She grabbed her head, shaking it. “All of them? They’re all dead?”
Hammer sighed, not even caring he was still inside Dex, because Cora had seen it all anyway. “They brought it on themselves. Self-defense.” In a spur of sated joy, he kissed the back of Dex’s blond head. Right now, he wasn’t about to unpack what the sex meant, or if it changed anything about him.
He’d been on edge for days, and now, even the need to handle several dead bodies couldn’t bother him.
“I can’t call the cops about this!” Cora paced the room like a caged tiger and her voice got an edge of hysteria. “You need to fix this.”
Hammer smiled and put his cheek against Dex’s shoulder blade. “I already have an idea.”
Chapter 11 – Hammer
The boy grinned and when he shook his head, pearls of blood dashed in every direction, bejeweling the handsome god of death. While the Executioner watched on, his new apprentice was happy to deal with the fallout of the carnage they’d both unleashed on the world.
Hammer picked up a piece of his pizza and rolled it up before biting the resulting swirl of dough, cheese, and meat. The cool air kept the hair on his bare legs bristling, but since Cora didn’t have any stained pants in his size, he decided to work in his underwear. Still lazy after the sex, he leaned against the tiled wall and watched Dex work, smirking whenever the kid shifted his weight or flinched with discomfort. His ass was bound to be raw after the treatment it had gotten.
Unlike Hammer, Dex got a pair of sweatpants which were baggy on Cora, but very snug on his ass. They also had a pink Hello Kitty print, but Dex didn’t seem to care, too busy carving off arms. While they did take a shower after sex, they’d need another once they were done with the bodies anyway, so Dex didn’t bother with a top and only wore elbow-length rubber gloves. As he chopped off fingers with a large cleaver, he looked like a butcher straight from some horror game.
The sparsity of clothes offered Hammer a good view on the bruises left on Dex’s body. He’d missed an opportunity to mark him with his teeth, but one couldn’t have it all.
Then again… should Hammer have sampled any of what was on offer in the first place? Lust was already reawakening in his veins, burning like a well-fueled fire. Had it been curiosity that had caused his spur-of-the-moment decision to give in to the dirty boy’s teasing, or was there something more involved? Something he’d been denying since teenagerhood?
Hammer gravitated closer, catching the fresh scent of jasmine still exuded by skin that felt warmer than any woman’s Hammer had been with. Despite having a preference for ladies who had more meat on their bones and didn’t strike him as frail flowers, he had to admit the hard flesh on Dex felt different. Maybe just because it was mainly muscle, and therefore more solid than feminine curves, but how could he know when he’d never before touched a man with the intention of enjoying his physicality?
And he had enjoyed himself so damn much.
Dex’s frame was built to withstand his force, and at no point had he needed to stop out of worry about hurting him. He’d been able to let his fantasies out of their pen without the need for collars to keep them in check. That kid had a sex drive to match Hammer’s, and the soul of a slut, but—