Bounty Hunter

Reed

I hated every second away from her. I hated that the last time I saw her, she was seconds away from coming in my fingers. I wanted to do more than just fuck her with my hands.

I wanted to grab her hair, shove my dick into her mouth, fuck her throat until she was gagging and her eyes becomes watery from my cock. Then, I wanted her on all fours where I’ll fuck her mercilessly while marking her as mine. Show her just how extreme I can get with punishing her.

Refraining from doing all that proved more difficult than hunting the most wanted criminal. Even more difficult, was getting my dick back asleep, but with her moans and the look in her eyes as she begged me to let her come was forever engraved in my mind.

Sadly, I had a little business to take care of out of town. Being the most sorted out Bounty Hunter, people of all work sort out my skills to either track down someone for them, or exact revenge on their behalf. The underground bosses pay me a fortune to track down their enemies, and I made it my life mission to exact revenge on behalf of those who had suffered in the hands of the powerful. I didn’t charge them for that. I loved killing, so it was a win-win situation for me.

My prey this time around, was a sick bastard the fucked up government put in place to look after kids. The perverted asshole was a paedophile who can’t help but shove his dick in the assess of girls and boys alike. So, I gave him a taste of his own medicine.

I shoved a pipe in his asshole, sticking it so deep that it almost came out through his mouth. And when I was done with that, I had him on all fours, his hands chained to his legs, preventing him from escaping. I proceeded to come up with a domino effect. I shoved a gun in his ass, then tied the trigger with a thread. Any movement he makes will simultaneously end his life.

All those kids he hurt, I couldn’t bring back their innocence, but I could at least bring them comfort knowing he’d never hurt them again.

And while my time away was, well, colourful, I’d missed my little flower and I couldn’t wait to get back to her. I’d been up to date with her every movement thanks to the tracker I implanted in her phone. Of course, my little flower didn’t know about that. I also had someone watching her every move at the club, looking out for anyone who dare touch her.

As soon as I got back to town, I followed her. I parked my car outside Alex’s house. I waited patiently in the car for Hermine to run a background check on Alex, and when she came back clean, I relaxed. She seemed nice. I’d hate to kill her.

I got out of my car and made my way towards Alex’s house just in time for me to hear her giving directions to my little flower about the guest bedroom. I did the same and I couldn’t be more thankful that Alex lived in a bungalow.

I stood by the window and watched as my little flower stripped, my cock instantly becoming rock hard. The marks from the picks of the scissors from that night were gradually healing, though, the sight of it had my cock begging to be set free.

“Dammit!” I cursed.

I quickly unzipped my pants, my cock shooting upright. I sighed in relief, before quickly spitting in my palms and began stroking my cock, imagining I have one hand in her hair that was shoving her mouth on my cock.

I picture my little flower in the shower and the water dripping down on her naked body. She looks up at me through her lashes and struggled to keep her eyes open as I shove my cock further into her mouth and the water dripping directly on her face.

“Fuck!” I closed my eyes and picked up the pace with my hand. Her pretty Hazel eyes look up at me while her parted lips just beg to be fucked.

“Open up wide for my cock, little flower,” I pant, my hips bucking as I struggled to keep my legs from giving up. I leaned against the wall for more stability.

I wrap my hands into her wet, dark hair and slide my cock inside her hot, wet mouth and begin to fuck it.

“Zinnia.” I moan, my hand picking up the pace as I imagine her pretty Hazel getting watery while I fuck that pretty face. My balls tighten, and my breath quickens seconds before I come in my hand.

“Fuck!” I hiss, reaching up, I removed a handkerchief from the pocket of my trouser and wiped my hands. I leaned back against the wall and took a deep breath. I hear fidgeting meaning my little flower was now out of the bathroom.

“Soon.” I won’t have to use my hand or imagination. I’ll have her mouth, pussy, and ass to use. She will be fucking mine.

Once my little flower was dressed and walked out of the bathroom, I made my back to the window of the living room. Zinnia sits on the couch next to Alex. The expression on her face as I saw Alex’s lips begin to move made my heart ache.

I made a mental note to myself to implant a microphone in Alex’s house. For future purposes.

Soon, Zinnia begins to speak. Her lips moved, but she stared into the space. Soon, Alex rose from the couch and walked away from my little flower.

I pulled out my phone and sent her a quick message. Her face seemed to brighten up a little bit as she reached for her phone, and that made me smile.

Relieved to know that my little flower missed me, I rushed back to my car. Giving one last look at Alex’s house, I turned on the ignition of my car.

“You will be mine, little flower. I will fucking own you”

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