#sta.xo

he seemed tall and very muscular, his face hidden behind a gas mask and a pickaxe hanging lazily from his hand.

"nice costume." you flirted, clearly checking out his exposed torso and noticing the splotches of red paint, "blood, huh?"

your remark was purposely straightforward, not even caring if he noticed your eyes eating up his muscles before trailing down to his crotch, looking for a dick print.

"alone?" was all he said, taking slow steps towards you.

a cheeky grin appeared on your lips, "not for long."

he seemed to be amused at your boldness, his head turning left and right, as if searching for something before approaching you.

"you're hot." you tried again, and he finally chuckled, the sound muffled behind the mask. however, you caught a glimpse of his eyes behind the tinted glass.

the brief sight of them had you in awe, even if it was hard to tell their color behind the glass.

"I know a spot."

his outstretched hand called for yours, and against any rational judgment, you took it and allowed him to guide you away.

—

his bulge was pressed against your front, the harsh light making his frame loom darkly above you. gravel crunched under your feet, and you gasped as he squeezed your ass.

is this a construction site? you asked yourself while looking around, seeing tools thrown on the ground—axes and shovels mostly.

smoothly, he guided your hand to his erection, instantly making you forget about your surroundings and focus on him.

it didn't take long for you to have your fingers wrapped around him, stroking his hard length and getting small grunts from him in return. your eyes wouldn't leave the sight of his flushed tip, making you kneel and take it between your lips in a soft suckle.

the man's hands immediately went to your head, groaning louder once you began to tongue at his slit. however, as much as you wanted to suck him off, your mouth felt as if stuffed with cotton, not allowing you to produce enough spit.

so, after pondering the idea for less than a minute, you stopped your strokes on his length and peered up at him, your eyes glassy and bloodshot.

"wanna fuck my tits?"

the crude words made his dick twitch in your hand, more blood rushing down to his member while you bit your lip. without a word, his fingers tugged your top off your body, leaving your chest exposed to his gaze, soft skin contrasting beautifully against the lace of your bra.

smirking, you helped him glide his shaft between your breasts, squishing it under the middle part of your bra.

he groaned at the tight fit, his cock throbbing hotly as the snug grip of your bra and breasts kept him in place. he couldn't help but throw his head back as you pressed your breasts together, massaging his aching member.

"hnngh~ fuck..."

the sudden moan from him sent jolts of arousal through your body, making you squeeze harder, wanting to keep hearing his pretty sounds.

"your cock is so pretty," your teeth bit your bottom lip sensually while your eyes gleamed with lust.

"so I've been told."

he sounded cocky—way too cocky for your liking—which set your ego ablaze.

with slow strokes, you kept moving your breasts up and down, deciding to lean down and flick your tongue on his tip.

"do you have an ugly face then?" your tone was nonchalant, hoping to hit him where it hurts, "you still have the mask on."

his body tensed up, hips stilling before pulling his shaft from your chest.

"enough."

in a swift motion, he had you over his shoulder, lifting up your skirt and pushing your panties aside. his long fingers immediately went to your folds, spreading them and playing with your juices.

you barely had time to react, gasping as he slipped a finger inside after giving your pussy a slap.

"w-wait—"

another slap, this time on your ass cheek, had a fresh stream of arousal glossing your folds. he fingered you slow and deep, making sure to massage the soft flesh of your walls as he pushed in.

being thrown over his shoulder and high had your head spinning again, blood rushing to your brain. through your unfocused gaze, you noticed a dark puddle of water—only that it seemed thicker than actual water.

slowly, your gaze followed the trace back towards its source, landing on a body. several bodies.

"what the h–"

the world spun again for you as you were laid on your back against a mound of gravel, his mask gone, and blue eyes staring intensely at you.

automatically, your hands went to his face, gazes focused on one another as he grasped his shaft and nudged your entrance with his tip.

"eyes on me, 'kay baby?" he saw you nod and a handsome smirk graced his features. "good girl."

when did an angel come down to fuck you?

the disturbing sight of the pile of bodies just a few meters behind you was easily forgotten as he sunk his cock inside your plush walls.