The safehouse door clicks shut. Heart pounds from the parking garage shootout. Two bodies down, JiPé dead on the porch. Blood still smells metallic on my skin. Glock tucked away, I climb the stairs. Light spills from the living room. There she is—Charlène, legs crossed on the sofa, red toenails peeking from heels. Black and red hair cascades. Pierced navel glints. My cock twitches instantly.
She turns. That triangular face, tiny nose, full lips I’ve sucked before. ‘Hey you.’ We hug. Her scent hits—musk and jasmine. Body heat seeps through her thin top. Nipples hard against me. Memories flood: her chick-with-dick grinding me during 1000fleurs. That first blowjob she gave, training me. Her cock throbbing in my mouth eight months ago on Felipa night. I pull back, eyes hungry.
The Awakening Rush
Whiskey burns down. Third glass. She talks internal affairs, Raïssa in danger from Moonwar. But I’m not listening. Staring at her crossed thighs, imagining that bulge. Erection strains my pants. She sees it. Knows that look from Elizabeth Tower fucks. ‘I’m with someone now.’ Bullshit. ‘Doesn’t stop shit.’ Tension crackles. I want to rip her jeans, suck her dry.
Alcohol loosens me. I lean in. Hand on her knee. She doesn’t pull away. ‘Please…’ But her eyes say yes. Raïssa’s in trouble, but fuck it—this is my vice. Transgression hits hard. Spy life, killing men hours ago, now craving her forbidden dick. Pulse races. I grab her waist. Lips crash. Tongues fight. She’s mine tonight.
Her top unties easy. Perfect tits spill out. I suck a nipple, bite. She moans, hand in my hair. ‘We shouldn’t…’ But she grinds against me. Jeans off. There it is—her cock, half-hard, veiny, eight inches. Balls tight. I drop to knees. Planque floor cold on skin. Mouth waters. Suck the tip, salty pre-cum. She groans, hips buck. ‘Fuck, yes… deeper.’ I gag, throat stretches. Her hands guide, fucking my face. Tears stream. Adrenaline mixes with lust—killer turned cocksucker.
Raw Forbidden Fuck
She yanks me up. Spins me. Pants down. My ass exposed. Fingers probe, wet with spit. ‘You want it, spy boy?’ ‘Fuck yes.’ She thrusts in raw. Burns like fire. Grips my hips, pounds deep. Balls slap mine. Pain flips to ecstasy. I stroke my dick, matching rhythm. She’s dominant bitch, whispering, ‘Take my cock like the slut you are.’ Sweat drips. Grunts echo off walls. JiPé’s ghost watches—perfect cover.
I flip her. Bend her over sofa. Her ass cheeks spread, pink hole winks. Lube from her purse. Slam in. Tight, hot grip. She screams pleasure. ‘Harder! Fuck my ass!’ I rail her, pulling hair. Tits bounce. Her cock swings, leaking. Reach around, jerk her. We sync—brutal, animal. Cum builds. She shoots first, ropes on cushions. Triggers me. Flood her guts. Collapse, sticky mess.
Panting. Reality snaps back. Clothes on hasty. She straightens hair. ‘This never happened.’ Smile shared—secret sealed. Mission resumes: Raïssa, Moonwar. But inside, thrill pulses. Killed two men, fucked a trans goddess in blood’s shadow. No one knows. Raïssa suspects my Milly side, but this? Pure taboo. Jerk off to it later, dressed in stolen lingerie. Addiction deepens. Spy life’s high—death, desire, deceit. Crave more.