The Assassin’s Game - Sex Stories

The Assassin’s Game

... ever tighter around Mason’s neck. Eva’s back arched upward off the bed and she screamed out loud. “Goddammit, I’m cumming! Oh god! Oh fuck! Oh yes!” Mason really didn’t give her time to recover before he had pulled himself up and pushed his erect cock into her soaking wet cunt. ‘Damn, her pussy feels good,’ he thought. “Eva, you feel fucking awesome!” “Mason, you’re thick cock always feels great,” Eva shouted out between moans. She squeezed her legs around his waist. “Take that.” Feeling Eva’s vaginal muscles tighten around his cock, he grunted. “Fuck!” Mason, overcome with pleasure, could barely utter the words, “You still do Kegels, I see.” “Part of the job.” Eva raked her fingernails down his back. “You like it, don’t you?” “Fuck yes!” To delay an orgasm, Mason slowed down and pulled his cock out of Eva’s twat. A string of juice clung to him. He then flipped her over on her knees and immediately grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair. Mason pushed his cock between her pussy lips and again started thrusting deep inside her. Eva’s body shook with each push. Mason pulled her hair tight, forcing her face upward. He then slapped her ass cheek very hard, leaving a white imprint of his hand that soon turned red. “Oh fuck!” Eva yelled out. “Fuck me hard, damn you!” His torso slapped harder into her backside. Mason yanked her head back and smacked her ass again. “God yes!” Eva screamed. Mason continued to plow her cunt, slapping her ass often, the red whelps on her cheeks proof ...

... that he didn’t hold anything back. “Now let me on top,” Eva demanded. Mason didn’t mind at all. He knew very well Eva’s expertise at riding cock. Regardless of how great the sex was, Mason knew he was prepared for anything. She once had an Arabian Sheik so mesmerized that he didn’t even see her reach for the hypodermic needle that instantly ended his life. Eva mounted Mason, held his throbbing cock and slid herself down on it. Mason immediately felt her vaginal muscles constrict. As she ground her pelvis into his crotch, sliding back and forth on his aching pecker, she reached behind her and began to stroke Mason’s balls. It felt amazing to Mason to have her stroking his nuts while her clenching cunt worked his cock over, but Mason also felt very vulnerable. He knew all too well what Eva’s hands could do to a man’s testicles, and while much of that was great, he knew that her hands were also a deadly weapon. The sweat beading down Mason’s face was as much from nerves as it was the physical sex. **************** Eva could see the worry in Mason’s eyes as she gently stroked his nuts. She loved the feeling of power, the control. But she could never take out Mason that way, never abuse his nuts. It just wouldn’t be proper considering how he had given her more sexual pleasure than any of the hundred or so lovers she had experienced. Eva had long before quit counting her sexual partners, but still, she had a general idea. She kept up the grinding, back and forth, pushing her weight ...