Contract Hit Man 6 - Sex Stories

Contract Hit Man 6

... moments lying on his chest, she said, “I couldn’t control myself when I felt your dick get harder, swell in me, and then flood me with your cum.” They had laid together for a long time, before I slipped from her. “Can you stay the night?” She asked. “I’d like too, but I’m afraid I have work to do.” She cried, “I love you so much for helping me go to charm school, but I love you more for how you make me feel, it’s wonderful.” “I think you should be careful with the L word, because what we’ve experienced is pure lust. You wanted me as much as I wanted you, but that’s not love. It takes time to build a relationship that goes beyond sex, and we’ll have to wait and see what comes of our times together.” We showered together, I dressed and kissed her at the door. “I’ll be back soon, and we can talk about your lessons, and your new image of yourself. Good night sweet darling.” * * * I left feeling good about myself and about the changes in Gia. Her expressions of love were bothersome, because what I was going to do to her brother’s gang after they helped him to exact his revenge. I left the apartment cautiously by looking both ways and surveying the street scape. Everything looked normal. As he waited for a cab stayed in the shade of the building. Several couples and some teenagers walked by and didn’t notice him. The cab was coming down the street when Dale stepped from the shadows. I thought I saw some movement across the street. As I walked to the taxi, I stumbled just as three ...

... rifle shots pasted directly over my head. Retrieving my Glock from the back of my trousers, I fired six quick shots in the direction of the gun flashes. I heard someone groan before I got into the can and said to the driver, “Get us the hell out of here. The cabbie spun the taxi’s wheels getting away from the shooting scene. “What the hell was that all about?” This is usually a quiet neighborhood.” “I have some enemies. I want you to take me to a place where I can find another ride.” The cabbie took him to the Loop. “I want you to forget this ride or anything that happened. Here's one hundred dollars for you to develop amnesia.” The cabbie looked at him and in a fake German accent said, “I know nothing. I know nothing.” He laughed as Dale got out of the taxi and went in search of another. Dale went into a café, had a cup of coffee, and waited another hour before I hailed a cab and returned to my hotel, which I had not seen much of lately. I made a call to an FBI agent who I had befriended years before, and asked him if he could get some license plate numbers. “Dale, it’s been a long time. I heard you retired someplace south of here.” “I did retire, but something came up and I had to come back. Can you get me the numbers?” “Give me their names?” I did. "Don’t tell me you’re going after the outfit’s leadership?” “I am after I’ve played them for a little while.” “I’ll call you back in half and hour from another safer phone. I assume you know what you’re doing?” “I believe I am, ...