SURVIVOR: Ghost – Bodyguard Series Season One🩸🔞

[Adewole Olayiwola Kelvin]

SURVIVOR: Ghost – Bodyguard Series (S01 • E025) 🩸🔞

By Adewole Kelvin (Taleskeeper)

⚠️ WARNING: This episode contains explicit sexual content, strong language, dominance, and mature themes. Read at your own risk. 18+ only.

“FLESH AND POSSESSION”

Miguel’s Pov ☠️

SMACKS! SMACKS! SMACKS! SMACK! SMACK!

OHH SHIT, OHH SHIT! OHH SHIT, OHH SHIT!!

In the next minutes, the sound of our flesh colliding and her uncontrollable moans started filling the room, raw, loud, mindless right after the s*x worker I’m banging chased my gang soldiers out harshly, like stray dogs, without even thinking I’m there. The same men I had barked at earlier to get those imbecile’s dead bodies out of my sight. And yet they had the nerve to interrupt, busting the door open like fools, no knock, no warning, no respect. For whatever reason, I felt like they deserved what she gave them. Yeah… they did. Even though it’s something I don’t usually tolerate. My gang soldiers? Despite catching us in the middle of making out on the couch, these imbeciles looked past that, shocked for a second, but still tried to step inside like nothing was happening. Like… they really tried to enter, knowing damn well we were in the middle of something. No regard for privacy. No sense. God, even a five-year-old kid knows better than that. And respects it.

Even in the sweet moment, I felt really disappointed, I never expected they’d do that, immediately made me had murder on my mind… nothing else but murder. If there had been a gun in my hand, I swear, I could’ve killed them right there. No second thoughts. Even so, I still wanted to give the slut m*****g to my thrusts a warning, a caution for the bold shit she pulled without my consent. I could say this a thousand times: death finds whoever tries that with me. But she didn’t wait for my caution. Didn’t slow down. She just went back to where we left off, dominating me with a kiss so full of irresistible pleasure, I hated how much I wanted it. She clung to my body like she was the only one alive with the right to touch me… the only one who had full access to my damn soul.

This fueled me with even more desire, drowning the disappointment I’d felt from my boys completely. I lifted her up into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist, and walked around the couch like I owned her body. Dropped her on the large table close by… then again on the couch. I was lost in the moment, didn’t even know what the f**k I was doing, but I savored every second of it. The make-out. The body contact. The way our skin slapped, rubbed, connected. The way she held onto me like she needed it. I touched every inch of her… rubbed her everywhere. Groped her big a*s and full, round b*****s like she was nothing. And yeah, she’s nothing to me.

Now, I was gaining full advantage over her, f*****g her in a standing position behind the couch both stark n***d. She clutched the headrest tight, back arched perfectly, her big a*s raised high for deep penetration, all thanks to the heels she wore that had her hips tilted just right. With both hands gripping her waist, I thrust into her, my hips snapping back and forth in a fast, vicious rhythm. I was thrusting deep, hard, and fast, my body tense like I was about to explode. My breathing was heavy, ragged, wild from the way I moved inside her. And inside her? F**k… it was too damn good. Her p***y was already soaking, too wet, too hot, and that slippery grip just pulled me in deeper, made everything faster, smoother… filthier. Every strokes inside her gave me this mad, delicious rush, like my c**k was chasing something I couldn’t name. I wanted more. And more. And more.

I enjoyed the sight of my c**k sliding in and out of her with ease, wet, tight, perfect, but what turned me on more was her body’s reaction… the way she trembled from each deep thrust I drove through her. But the most enjoyable part? Her a*s cheeks. The way they plumped and jiggled, bouncing up and down, clapping loud against my pelvis with every thrust. That sound? God, it fueled me. The sight of those cheeks slapping back with every thrust, it excited me, motivated me, gave me a rush so strong I couldn’t hold back. I moved one hand from her waist to grab them, squeeze them, feel them slap into my skin. I spanked her hard, once, twice, then turned it into a rhythm. A drum. Slap after slap, in sync with the way I pounded into her from behind. My thrusts grew faster. Deeper. The sound of flesh louder. The chain on her waist flickered in motion, God, it was wild, swinging with each stroke like her body was made for this.

I don’t know why I felt that way. Everything about her, the way she arched her back, how her body jerked with every thrust, the way she looked over her shoulder and bit her lip, trying to hold back her moans, it didn’t just turn me on, it heightened me. Her smooth, dark skin. The curves. The reactions. All of it pushed me deeper into the moment. And it wasn’t new. I’d seen this kind of heat with Marissa too when I used to bang her. But this? This felt different. Like I shouldn’t stop. Her p***y gripped my c**k warm and tight, soaked to the brim, and it made me throb harder inside her. I was lost. Lost in the rhythm. Lost in the sound. Lost in the feel of her walls wrapped around c**k. I couldn’t think of anything else but the s*x happening right now. Right then. Nothing else existed.

Yes… Nothing else existed. Nothing mattered. Not even if Marissa walked in and found us like this. And if she did, what could she possibly do? Nothing. She can’t do shit. Besides, her father owes me a pile of cash, just like this slut I’m banging right now. That’s why he gave her to me temporarily, until he finishes paying up my money… which he’s already been failing to do. Marissa’s just one lucky bitch I haven’t turned into a s*x worker like the rest of the debtor’s daughters working for me, only because of her father’s position… and because she’s found favor in my eyes. I like her. I hate to admit it, but what I feel for her just hits different. And speaking of her… where the f**k is she right now? She’s taking too long to return from that score she went to settle with someone unknown. I’m sure whatever it is, it’s a score that’s only settled with death. So I wouldn’t be surprised. But one thing I know for sure, this s*x happening right now between me and this slut? It would never be happening if Marissa was here.

And the s*x? I still couldn’t believe I was actually having it raw, no condoms, just me, fully in. My eyes locked on the action… the way I thrust, deep and fast, slamming through her vaginal canal that kept twitching around my girth every damn second. The more I drilled, the tighter, warmer, and wetter she got, making my c**k slicker, gliding in with ease but hitting hard. My hands gripped her waist firm, holding her steady as I pounded her from behind. Each thrust pushed into her with a wet squelch, SQUISH, SQUISH, SQUISH!, loud, shameless, real. She started m*****g, couldn’t hold it back, her body squirming, her head tilting back in pleasure. The bitch must be loving it. I could tell. Her hands clutched the couch so tight like she’d rip it apart, her fingers curling more and more with every second I stayed inside her.

S*x worker: Mmm… ohh, shit… f**k… yes… right there, ahhh…

SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!!

Aside from that, and knowing she’s a s*x worker who’s probably let all kinds of men hit it raw, I doubt she ever even allows condoms. The way she moans to my thrusts? Shit, that alone sends waves of pleasure rushing through me. From my c**k, up my spine, all over. I could feel myself swelling inside her. Growing thicker. Stretching her to the end. I didn’t just feel her p***y’s tightness and heat, I felt it dragging me in deeper, pulling me in, wrapping around my d**k like it didn’t want to let go. Her walls twitched around me. Warming. Wetting. Welcoming. And her a*s? Bouncing mad, fast and wild with every slam. Plump cheeks of her a*s jiggling like they got a mind of their own. That pressure, the smack sounds? Addictive.

My body? Covered in sweat. I felt it trickling down my face, dripping off my chin. My whole body felt soaked, like I was under a damn shower.
Her back? Same thing. Beads of sweat rolled down her spine, making her dark skin shine, slippery and hot. I ran my hands over her a*s, and even that felt slick from all the heat. My muscles tensed. I couldn’t help it. My jaw clenched, my thighs tightened, and I slammed deeper, burying myself harder with each thrust. I gritted my teeth, eyes shut tight, chin raised, just trying to feel every bit of this. Drowning in the pleasure.

With that, I still don’t think she lets men use condoms at all, not with the way she reacts. M*****g with ecstasy before you even go in. I bet those other guys didn’t mind. Every man loves raw s*x. They just hate what comes after. But me? I ain’t like the rest. So how the f**k did I not think of protection before diving into her? As concerned as I’m, I feel consumed by pleasure and enjoy doing it raw.

Even so, as consumed as I was, drowning in that mad pleasure, and without even reaching my climax yet, I suddenly gripped her waist tight and slammed one last deep thrust into her. Buried to the hilt. I could feel my glans nudge something deep inside her, but I didn’t give a damn. That feeling? Too damn delicious to stop. She instantly threw one hand behind her, tapping frantically at her a*s cheek as it trembled, her head tilted all the way back like she was praying to God Himself. And that loud howl she let out? Man… it echoed like music in the room.

S*x worker: Hnnngh…
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Lorenzo: Ahh!

I moaned softly. And nothing else made me m**n like the way her walls quivered around every inch of my girth as I buried my c**k deep inside her. The relief… it was wild. A wave of raw pleasure washed through my soaked glans still pulsing inside her, and yet, I was still turned on. Still burning. My body? On fire. I pulled out slowly without releasing. My eyes dropped straight to my c**k, seven thick-veined inches dripping wet, slick with her juice. I stared, focused, as something crossed my mind… but I gave that moment to just watch it glisten. Right then, she got up, slowly turned around and tuck her hair right over her left earlobe. Then, she sat on the couch headrest, her chest rising and falling, and she moaned breathlessly, eyes half-lidded with lust, right after I pulled out…

S*x worker: Ohh, Jefe… you fucked me like a wild stallion.That last thrust… that was the one. The one I’ve been craving. But damn it… you pulled out just when I was this close to reaching the best orgasm of my life…

The moment she finished speaking, I gripped her neck tight and yanked her face closer to mine with deadly precision. She was still seated on the couch, but she flinched hard. I saw it in her eyes, fear. Real fear. Startled and shaken by my move, she grabbed my right hand, the one I used to choke her. Her grip was tight… trembling. That reaction alone forced a question out of her lips, one I answered coldly, without blinking.

S*x worker: So… this is it? You’re finally going to kill me… snap my neck?
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Miguel: No. I’m gonna f**k you… because you still owe me more.
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S*x worker: (snorts) Oh, I see, Jefe… and I like what I’m seeing, what’s long and thick down there between those legs. I didn’t know you were packing that much… Guess I’m not dying bad after all. But if I’m going to die, then let me die in ecstasy, satisfied, knowing I was fucked over the edge by that real c**k of yours. So come on… f**k me, Jefe.
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Miguel: Is that so? You’d love to die with my c**k buried inside you while I snap your neck like a stick? You really don’t think before you speak, do you? Huh… (chuckles darkly) Bravest damn choice in history. I like that. Now, tell me… what name do you go by, so when I recall this day, I’ll remember how I snapped your neck like a goat and tossed your body to my Alsatians like fried chicken… to tear you into pieces…

I asked coldly, yanking her face closer, our lips barely a breath apart. As I leaned in, tilting my head to the side, my eyes drifted from her cheek down to her neck… still hard between my legs.

S*x worker: Eliana… beautiful name, isn’t it? But I fear I may never get this chance again. So come on, Jefe… let’s finish this once and for all. I want to feel you inside me, one last time.

After telling me her name, she added sharply and boldly, not giving me the chance to utter a word. Then, still sitting on the couch’s headrest, she locked her legs tightly around my waist and pulled me closer. Her arms slid around my back, and she landed a deep kiss on my lips, all while stroking the glan of my c**k. That stroke, sharp, slow, sent a wave of twitchy pleasure pulsing through my body. It got more intense as our kiss turned hungry, lustful, like we were starving for each other. My palm was still gripping her neck, holding her close, until she finally stopped stroking and I wrapped her arms around my neck instead, like she wants to get through me

Without wasting time, I held my c**k and guided it to her slick p***y entrance as we kissed. She was still soaked, so wet that I barely pushed in halfway before her p***y lips clamped down on me. The slickness made the slide effortless. Suddenly, she leaped from the chair and made me take a few steps backward, then lowered herself onto me in one bold move. My c**k slid deep inside her, inch by inch, swallowed whole as she let out a squeal, then a soft m**n. We kept kissing, deep, lustful, her b*****s pressing tightly against my chest like our bodies wanted to merge into one. The pleasure surged hard from my c**k up through my body as her tight, wet walls gripped me, clenching around every inch, locking me inside her.

Fully inside her, I clutched her a*s cheeks firmly with both hands. I didn’t even move, just stood there, buried deep. But then she started moving her waist on her own… slow, flexible rolls forward and backward, grinding on me with a rhythm that wasn’t rushed. The motion wasn’t up and down, it was side to side, and it made my c**k feel like it was being twisted and gripped from every angle inside her. Her p***y clung to my girth with a tightness that drove me wild, making it feel like she was milking every inch of me, slowly.

As she continued to roll her waist forward and backward with that same flexible body rhythm, her walls gripped me tighter by the second, tensing up my whole body with pleasure. Her breaths grew ragged as we kissed wildly, her palms clutching my face, our lips and noses brushing, faces pressed close, her elbows resting on my shoulders. I clutched her soft a*s cheeks, even spread them wider from the irresistible pleasure building inside me. But it was the way she kissed me, rough, desperate, her breath shaky, as if she was trying to hold something back in her throat. A m**n. I could feel it. Yeah… I could. I could sense it.

But then, she broke the kiss and began to let out soft moans at first, gripping my body tightly with her arms still wrapped around my neck. She left my lips and pressed her cheek against mine.

S*x worker: Mmmmnnh!

Pressing her cheeks against mine, she kept gyrating, her body rolling smoothly as my c**k slid deeper inside her. Her moans began to rise, breathy and strained, growing louder with each passing second as her pace picked up, her voice breaking into moanful fragments of words. And I like it. Yeah… I f*****g like it. But I mocked her, coldly.

S*x worker: Mmm, ahhh… f**k… yes, yes, right there! Ohh… shiiit…
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Miguel: Look at you, squirming, m*****g like you’re about to split in two. And to think… this is the same bitch who wanted to die with my c**k buried deep inside her, while I snap her neck like it’s nothing..
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S*x worker: (ragged, m*****g voice) Then make it happen, screw me hard and deep like a real man, and stop putting on a damn stagnant show.

As soon as she finished saying that, I scoffed, turned around, and slammed her down hard on the large table, the one littered with guns, cards, and stacks of money, sending everything scattering from the force I used. That sudden move brought a seductive grin to her lips as she leaned back slightly on the table, wrapping her arm around my neck and parting her thighs, chuckling with a low, amused breath.

S*x worker: Ohh, yes… I’m loving this energy you’re bringing. Come on, slam into me. Fill me up with all your orgasms, Jefe.

This time, she groped her left round boob right at my face, biting down on her lower lip, giving me that same damn look again. As much as I hate to admit it, those words of hers fired me up, and the way she kept groping her b****t like that, slow and deliberate, just made it worse. I was turned on more than I wanted to show. But I didn’t say a word. Just gave her a calm, unreadable look that didn’t give away how much I wanted to f**k her right there.

She was shaved between her legs, something I already knew, but still, it lit something up in me again. Calmly, I snorted, then yanked her closer by the legs, a little rough. She instantly locked her thighs around my waist, still biting her lip with that same seductive look. Then I gripped her neck and slid in, balls deep, easy, warm, and slippery. She let out a sharp exhale the moment I filled her. Her walls wrapped around me tight, wet, and warm. God… she was gripping me like she didn’t want to let go, but I didn’t react, as we maintained eyes contact.

But then, I noticed her breathing, heavier, sharper, every m**n laced with the rhythm of each thrust I drove deep through her wet canal. Her body started moving on its own, gyrating with the pace I set. I didn’t slow down, not even for a second. I kept going, fast, deep, still gripping her neck tight as her body jerked with each slam. What caught my eyes most was her chest, those big, round tits bouncing wildly with every thrust, clapping softly but loud enough to hear over my pace. That was the first time I ever really heard that sound. And damn, the sight of them jiggling like that had my full attention.

Not only did it have my attention, I craved them. I wanted to taste those tits with my mouth, feel them between my lips. And I wouldn’t have minded it one bit. She’s nothing but a slut, after all. But there was something she kept doing, staring into my eyes like a hungry dog that hadn’t eaten in days. Her body moved wildly now, matching my pace as I drove into her harder, faster. Her p***y couldn’t stop reacting, twitching tighter, wetter, warmer around my c**k, sending shivers down my spine and making me clench my a*s cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure. Her breaths, sharp and heavy before, started to turn into full-blown moans, louder now, raw and shameless.

S*x worker: Ahh, yes! You’re doing just right… Go faster… deeper—f**k, give it to me…
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Miguel: Hmm… Is that what you want?
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S*x worker: Yes, f**k me harder. Deeper. Don’t you dare stop.

I scoffed at her confident words. I hate to admit it, but that’s exactly the kind of thing I love hearing when I’m on top of a woman, especially in this position. It’s like they should be begging me to go wild on them… to dominate them completely. Amused by her, I didn’t smile. I just gave her that dark look, the kind that says, brace yourself. Then I let go of her neck and planted my hands down on the table, right by her sides. That move alone made her lock her legs tighter around my waist. I didn’t stop, kept thrusting fast, deep, driving straight through her wet canal. Her muscles clenched around my c**k in rhythm, tighter every second. Her body moved to match mine, wild and urgent. Arms wrapped tight around my neck, head tilted back, moans spilling louder from her lips, pushing me to go even harder and rolling her eyes into the back of her head. The bitch must really be loving it. Miserable f**k!

Drawn to her tits bouncing with every rhythm of her body, I lowered my head to the left one and took it into my mouth, s*****g hard, biting gently. My waist didn’t slow down. I kept moving, fast and rough, my butt cheeks tightening with each deep, hard thrust I slammed into her. We were both drenched in sweat, our bodies slick, sliding against each other. My pelvis smacked between her thighs over and over, filling the room with loud, wet sounds, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, fueling the moment. I kept thrusting, kept s*****g on her b****t, even burying my face in it, lost in the heat of it all. Then I bit it one last time, making her body squirm wildly beneath me. I raised my head, eyes locking on her twitching, moanful face as I thrust in and out, smirking, her body continually jerking intensely.

Seeing how she responded to the way I was screwing her, her body twitching, biting her lips, head tilting back and forth restlessly every second, I said in a mocking tone, smirking as I watched her m**n beneath me.

Miguel: Eliana, Eliana… the determined one who wants to die in ecstasy, satisfied by my own c**k. I wish your f*****g Nigerian debtor father, Badmus Benson, was here to witness how his precious daughter wants to die wishfully like that. I wouldn’t be surprised though. I heard Nigerians breed a lot, especially in the North, so your father might not even mourn your miserable death for long. He’s got four grown sons, quadralets, your brothers, strong and breathing. What’s one daughter gone? What should I even expect from that weak-a*s country called Nigeria? Over 200 million people crowding it. No wonder France once thought about testing nuclear weapons there. But I heard something else too… I heard Nigerian girls are beautiful.
Aren’t they? Hmm?
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S*x worker: (sharply in moanful voice) I don’t wanna f*****g know or care… As long as you don’t, don’t stop, f—ahhh… hnngh!

SMACK! PUFF!
SMACK!! PUFF!!
SMACK!!! PUFF!!!

Miguel: Now I see why your father won’t mourn you for long. You’re a wild… stupid daughter, just like I heard Nigerian parents don’t tolerate. No wonder he didn’t beg when I called him… told him I had you here, working off the debt he couldn’t pay. He already knows I’ve been dealing with. But It’s a shame, you’re really going to die for nothing. Wasted for nothing, just for trespassing. (Snorts) Look at you… trembling, m*****g from my thrust. I bet no one’s ever fucked you like I do. Has anyone?

I asked darkly, staring into her face. But she only looked back at me, rolled her eyes, and kept m*****g, her expression twitching with pleasure as our faces stayed close. It was obvious she was enjoying it… maybe even too much. She tilted her head back, arms wrapping tighter around my neck, clinging to me like she couldn’t let go. Her fingers traced desperate patterns across my back, and her body, soft, warm, melting into mine. But instead, she arched her back, m*****g loud and raw, her voice slipping out in broken, desperate sounds.

S*x worker: Ahhh, f**k, yes, jefe…. right there… rrrghhh… oh, shit..
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Miguel: (calmly and dominantly) Oh yeah… m**n for me. That’s it, m**n for me like the miserable slut you’re.
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S*x worker: (gasp) F**k! Yes, harder. You’re stretching me so good… Go harder. Ride me harder..

I slammed into her, deep and fast, intensifying my pace, my thrusts, my movement, getting even harder, thicker, pulsing inside her twitching heat. She was too sweet, too damn pleasurable, so wet, so warm, so f*****g welcoming that it dragged me deeper. Stopping wasn’t even an option. I could feel her breath, sharper, faster, heavier, warmer, fanning against my chest with every second. Her thighs squirmed around my waist, tightening, trembling, as the things on the table beneath us scattered and shook with every slam. Orgasm? Far off. Nowhere close. I wasn’t ready to come. I didn’t want to. Not yet. Even in the madness of pleasure, panting hard, I cleared my throat and blurted out.

Miguel: Tell me, how many men have been between your thighs, raw, no protection, hmm?
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S*x worker: (in a soft, moanful voice) Uhhh, f**k!… I knew you’d ask that. I can’t speak for others… but for me? Mhmm, no condom, no s*x, not even for a one-night stand. That’s my rule. Only two ever did… you, and my dildo.
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Miguel: Rule? I see. So now you’ve got your own rules, before even paying back my f*****g money? Well, as long as your miserable black a*s keeps getting paid and my money comes in full, I couldn’t care less. But to think… you even use a dildo. Pathetic.

What could I possibly expect from this bastard slut? Lust is written all over her damn face, anybody with half a brain can tell she’s one hell of a baddie. Even after what I discovered, I still wanted to press her, get something out of her… find out if Perro had messed around with her. Especially since she already spilled that only two ever went in raw, me, and her damn dildo. But f**k that. I killed the thought quick. It’s not my f*****g business, and entertaining that shit would only give her more edge. I’m the boss, and that position stays like that, to be feared and respected. Period!

Minutes later, we were still at it, completely consumed by the pleasure. I was breathing heavily, drenched in sweat, my waist moving without mercy as I slammed my c**k into her over and over. It felt like my body had a mind of its own now, like I was possessed, f*****g her wildly. The large table beneath us squeaked nonstop, everything on it shaking and clattering with each thrust. I groaned under my breath, low and rough, the pleasure eating me alive. Her moans grew louder, desperate, our sweaty bodies colliding with hard, wet smacks. And even then, she didn’t stop pushing me further, gripping my a*s tight, her nails digging into my skin, tearing a bit, like she wanted to mark me.

It hurt, but damn, it was even more pleasurable. The whole room felt like it was on fire as we bonked like our lives depended on it. I couldn’t tell how long we’d been going. Time was gone. All I could think about was the heat, the tight, wet grip of her around me, and the pleasure ripping through me like a wave I never wanted to stop. She moaned louder with every thrust, mouth open, drooling, her eyes rolling back like she’d lost all control. Her body moved wild and fast beneath me, no resistance. Just pure, wet submission. Her insides kept clutching tighter, twitching around my c**k, but still so wet it made every stroke slide in and out with maddening ease.

In that moment, I felt myself approaching orgasm, a different kind of tension, far more intense than anything I’d felt before. My muscles clenched all at once; I could feel my toes curling, my butt cheeks tightening, my thighs locking up. My chest rose and fell fast, my heart p******g hard. But I didn’t stop. I kept thrusting into her, my waist moving with wild energy, drilling deep and hitting the very end of her. Each stroke sent shivers through her whole body. That was when I pushed harder, increased my pace faster than ever, grabbed her left thigh and pinned it above my waist, and started banging her relentlessly. My eyes closed. My breath sharp. To consumed by the the waves of pleasure surging through my body. And then she let it out, loud, broken words, torn from her throat.

S*x worker: F**k me… f**k me harder, Jefe…! Deeper, ahh, right there… ohh shit… yes… yes…! Fill me… f-fill me with your orgasms, I’m about to, ahhh, yes, yes…!

SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!!

The sound of our flesh colliding never stopped, loud, wet, and constant. Her entire body moved wildly, bouncing beneath me with quick, desperate rhythm. Her eyes rolled back, mouth hanging open, overwhelmed by my relentless thrusts and the slick squelching that echoed with every stroke. I gritted my teeth, tightening my butt cheeks with each deep push, waves of pleasure rising fast as I neared orgasm. My body tensed, eyes shut, head tilted back, and just before the release, I yanked out of her p***y after a few final, deep thrusts, stopping myself from coming inside her.

As soon as I pulled out of her, I came, hard. Thick, creamy spurts of my orgasm shot out sharp from my c**k, splashing across her b*****s, trickling down her skin as I clenched my butt cheeks tight from the intense release. The pleasure turned into a wave of relief… and deep, heavy satisfaction. She collapsed immediately onto the couch, chest rising and falling fast, panting hard, her legs dropping from where they’d been locked around my waist. I didn’t say a word. I just slumped beside her, crashing onto the table next to the couch without a single care for the guns, money, or whatever else was scattered on it.

Then I began panting heavily, looking upwards, feeling relaxed, but more relieved than anything else. I didn’t even bther glancing at her. Dead silence hung between us. She was looking up too, breathing harder than I was. From the corner of my eye, I caught her smiling. I bet she’d never had this kind of experience in her life. Moments later, after slumping and relaxing beside her, I turned slightly and caught sight of the plastic spark-wheel lighter a short distance away on the table. I stretched my hand toward it, grabbed it, sat up, and dropped down from the wide table, walking calmly to the couch n***d with a gun, drenched in sweat even feeling as they trickles down from my body.

As I reached the couch n***d, I picked up my Cuban cigar from the table before the couch and lit it with the lighter. I tossed the lighter onto the table, moved the cigar between my lips, and stood still beside the table, puffing on it with poise. While I did that, Eliana, still lying on her back on the table, blurted something out with a big grin. Then she sat up, crossed her legs, and leaned back slightly, her hands braced behind her on the large table as she looked straight at me.

S*x worker: God… that was insane. You almost broke me, jefe. (She licks Miguel’s sperms slowly, relishingly.) Ohh… it’s such a pity you wasted your loads on my body… Because I really wanted you to fill me so bad with them. To feel that thick warmth deep inside me, dripping out of me… Even to taste them, swallow every drop. (She moaned softly.) I mean, I’m all yours, huh? You own this body… you can do whatever you want with it. (She let out a breathless laugh) Still… that was the best experience I’ve ever had with you. Ohh, I can’t even feel my legs anymore. You made me c*m so hard I saw stars… (She smiled, voice low) No one’s ever fucked me like you just did… jefe.
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Miguel: I know. Now get the f**k out of my sight… before I change my mind.

I snarled with a serious expression, hooking my left toes under her dark gown and curling it upward. I grasped it with one hand and threw it at her, rough, but calm, exhaling smoke from my mouth as I did.
She caught it and jumped down from the large table in a hurry. I still can’t believe the imbecile had the nerve to speak, even with a gun with me.

For a few seconds, I watched her clean my c*m off her body and slowly dress herself, her eyes still feasting on me the whole time. Then I turned and walked over to the medical bed, the same one Marissa laid on earlier this afternoon while getting massaged by the therapist. The same therapist she ended. I figured she might’ve been a plan spoiler. Whatever Marissa had planned for her friend, Camellia or whatever the f**k her name was, I wasn’t about to let anyone ruin it. Dead or not… who gives a f**k? Pity. The poor therapist’s family would just be finding a dead person. Pathetic.

As I reached for the bottle on the tray beside the medical bed, I heard the click of a gun. By the time I looked in Eliana’s direction, I froze, stunned by the sight of her pointing one of the shotguns at me with deadly focus, one eye shut like a trained sniper. It made me swallow softly… even with a gun in my own hand. She looked good. That posture. The way she held the weapon like she knew exactly what she was doing. And when she spoke, gruff, controlled, eyes locked on me, I didn’t flinch. I stood my ground, bold as ever. No way in hell I’d let her see fear in me.

S*x worker: If you try to make a move, I’ll blow your brain out before you even think of pulling that trigger… or opening your damn mouth. Test me, Jefe.

Despite everything, I held the gun tight, ready to pull the trigger. Even if I had to die… I sure as hell wasn’t dying in the hands of a woman. Not even a man, let alone her. She kept that gun pointed at me for a few minutes, steady and unshaken. And in that moment, I thought hard about what to do. Being daring wouldn’t fix shit. Sometimes, playing it cool is the only way out. So I dropped the gun to the floor. Suddenly, she burst into laughter, loud, sharp, unbothered. Then she tossed the shotgun onto the table and said, folding her arms on her chest without a shred of remorse

S*x worker: No fear, I see. But really… you thought I’d pull the trigger? Ha-ah. No, Jefe, I wasn’t taught that way. I know I probably freaked you out with that little stunt. You know… pointing a loaded gun right at you like that. (She smirks, then chuckles softly.) Just kidding, Jefe. There’s no way I’d kill the man who gave me the best f**k of my life just minutes ago. Only an ingrate would do that. Nice guns you’ve got here, by the way.
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Miguel: And a nice f*****g death’s coming your way, you mad bitch.

She really expected me to believe that? I snapped, dropped the Cuban cigar and stormed toward her with fury. That shook her. She panicked, stepping back fast, but ran out of space the moment her backside hit the edge of the large table. I grabbed her by the neck with both hands, tight, yanking her face close to mine. I glared at her, death in my stare, and told her off coldly, face to face. She gave me a side-glance, shock and fear written all over her like she never thought I’d go this far. But if I didn’t? This imbecile would never learn her place.

Miguel: How dare you mess with me like that? I see my c**k, inside you for just a few fleeting minutes, really got into your head, huh? Made you feel privileged… confident enough to think you can play me now? (He scoffs, eyes locked on her.) All it took was one taste… one damn fantasy f**k, and suddenly you think you know me? Hmm?
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S*x worker: (coughing, gasping) N-n-no… J–Jefe… I… I was… (She chokes slightly, voice shaking) It won’t… I didn’t mean… (Her words stumble, eyes wide, throat caught) You’re ch… you’re…
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Miguel: Hm. Confident and bold enough to speak to me at the verge of death? (He chuckles darkly.) Wow… you’ve grown some f*****g balls, girl. Only reason your neck wasn’t snapped like a damn twig… is because I chose not to. I could’ve dumped your f*****g a*s to my Alsatians, let them dismantle you like scraps. Into nothing. Into pieces. Hmm?

She shook her head in fear, veins bulging across her face, eyes red and glassy with tears. I tightened my grip around her throat, choking her, watching her struggle for breath. She trembled beneath my hands, gasping, her fingers digging into my wrists as I kept tearing into her with every word. Still holding her tight.

Miguel: Or maybe you think all these features… this curvaceous little body of yours… was what changed my mind about killing you? (He chuckles coldly.) Please. I’ve got a fine-a*s queen with glistening pumpkin skin, she’s got it all, and she still knows better than to mess with me. So don’t flatter yourself. This? It’s nothing to me. You are nothing to me. (He shakes his head slightly) God… I wonder why doing the right thing always ends in regret. Why giving someone a chance always comes back to bite. People like you always give me one more reason to stop showing mercy. And maybe I’m not good, but I’m a man of my word. When I say you are dead… you dead. (He stares deep into her eyes, face hard.) You made me regret sparing you. I should’ve killed you the second I was done f*****g you. You’ve got yourself to blame for that. I gave you something rare. A chance. A sliver of mercy. And look where it got you. You’re f*****g done for, girl. But… (pauses)… Maybe a little reasoning from you could change my mind. So give me one valid reason, just one, why I shouldn’t snap your neck right now… and send you to your ancestors in the afterlife.
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S*x worker: Because… because… I, I had the chance to… to kill you… but I didn’t… (Her voice shakes, the words struggling out) And… and if… if you k-kill me now… at least I’d die knowing I was killed by a real man… (She swallows hard, rushing her words) One who made me feel good… like a real woman… for the first time in my life… ever since I started letting men between my legs.

As I heard that, I chuckled coldly and growled.

Miguel: Haha, Fool.

Then I tightened my grip on her neck, without a care in the world.
Even though I knew she was right about one thing. She had the chance to kill me… and didn’t. Despite everything I did to her. Most people wouldn’t have hesitated. They’d have pulled the trigger without a second thought. But not her. She used that restraint as a joke. As leverage. As if mercy made her smarter than me. But I couldn’t care less. This? This would be the biggest lesson of her life, if she lived long enough to learn from it. I choked her harder, staring into her with a look that held no pity. Her eyes were slowly shutting, and the grip on my wrists… fading. Her hands were limp now. And I just kept watching.

As much as I wanted to choke the life out of her… a part of me, deep down, just wanted to spare her. Maybe it was because of what she said. The one thing I didn’t expect. The one reason I actually wanted to hear. And yet… my hands stayed around her throat, tight. I was still drawn to the feeling of throttling her, the way her body weakened in my grip, the way her fear fed my control… But it felt good. In that moment, I snarled.

Miguel: Argh!

After snarling, I let go with one hand still gripping her neck, then shoved her to the floor with the other, harsh and without hesitation. She hit the ground hard, landing on her hands and knees, coughing violently, as she gasped loud for air, one hand clutching her throat. I just stood there… watching. Watching her choke and struggle like a dog. Then I warned.

Miguel: You try that shit you pulled today with me again, and expect a rewarding death. And I promise you this… it’ll be worse than anything you could ever f*****g imagine. (He glares, voice rising with finality) What the hell are you still waiting for?

In a matter of seconds, she staggered to her feet and rushed out of the room like a dog, hips swaying, a*s bouncing with every desperate step she took. She didn’t steal a single glance back. Just slammed the door behind her. Motherfucker!

Tbc…

Hi guys, just a quick update!
I’ll be pausing new episodes for a little while as I focus on preparing for my upcoming exams. I truly appreciate your support and patience, I’ll be back with more thrilling episodes once I’m done. Wish me luck! 💪📚

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