Murderer x Reader. (Book two) (SCRAPED)

Chapter Seventy-Five~

Happy Halloween!!!

Second Person POV:

"Answer me, dammit!" He yelled, grabbing you by the neck and pushing you onto the wall. You let out a very small moan when you felt his hand squeeze around her throat, constricting the airway. He retracted her hand back, looking at her in disbelief. He'd look away, staring at the mirror. "I guess it seems like this criminal is going to need a lesson." He hastily took off his pants and underwear, his cock springing free from its fabric prison and slick with precum. You smiled when you saw it, immediately dropping down to your knees. Archer grabbed both sides of your head and forced your cock into her, eliciting a small gag out of your tainted mouth. "Ghhn... To think my dick's going in the same place as that drunk bastard's mouth, f-fucking disgusts me..." Archer was trying to stay pissed, but the way your throat and mouth were perfectly enveloped around him made it unreasonably difficult. You giggled, your cute innocent smile making it even harder. He growled and began forcefully thrusting herself into your mouth, this time a little harder. You whined and gagged and cried, the massive girth going in and out of her throat. From the side, you could see something bulging repeatedly out of her neck. "Ugghhh... F-fuck, do you have ANY idea how fucking mad I am? I bet you don't, but you're perfectly fine with that, as long as I fuck you so hard I break you." That sentence made your hands ball up into fists, residing in your lap. Archer huffed as he sped up. You gagged hard when you felt his dick go deeper, to where it felt like it was just inches away from reaching your stomach. "H-hah? Is it too much for ya, whore? Too bad, k-keep choking for a little more- shit- like that..." Archer growled, still trying to sound upset, but it was getting more and more difficult with each passing moment. The way you looked up at him with the half-lidded eyes, yet still kept the doe-like charm you always possessed, was hot enough to almost make him cum in your mouth, but he had to save it. It needed to go in a different hole, no matter how good it felt right now. He exhaled as she roughly pulled you off him, a depraved popping noise eliciting from the action. He then grabbed a chunk of your hair and pulled you up, turning you around to bend you over the sink. It had the standard items of a bathroom sink. Hand soap, hand towels, and of course, a mirror. "Ugh- You're g-gonna make me watch myself being- ghuhh- f-fucked, ah?" you attempted to sound smug, but it's hard to do that when your throat just got pounded by a rod that's as thick as a wrist. Archer ignored you, flipping up the skirt flap, and letting out a small chuckle. He'd rub her thumb against your opening. You sighed and attempted to grind on his thumb, but a sharp smack on your ass made you stop. You yelped at the stinging sensation. It hurt, but it felt good. "This is a punishment, slut. Unless you want it to be worse, you're gonna listen to everything I say. Maybe then you'd still be able to walk after I'm done." your spine shivered at that statement. You felt the tip of Archer's dick pressed up against your entrance, which made you bite your lip. Maybe you could act out just a little... You thought as he grinned at what he would do to you. He inserted hardly. You screamed in surprise. "Muffin, you need to stay quiet," Archer's voice whispered into your ear, and as a response, you were moaning, he was tugging on your hands that were pinned behind your back. Among the silent bathroom, apart from the loud music away, Archer's grunts filled the night, as well as your hurtful moans, and the repetitive SLAP SLAP SLAP of his hips and balls striking your ass. "Oh - fuck!" you cursed loudly with the fact you were moaning. With each thrust, you were getting close, and closer to your own orgasm, and the mere thought...You felt yourself get tight as you let out a moan. Cum getting on Archer's shirt. Archer picks up his pace, fastening it to an impossible degree. You can't even think anymore when Archer leaves your hips to clasp your throat. As Archer climaxes, his hands clench around your neck.
You are out of breath immediately, white spots starting to paint your vision while you could only feel the pleasure of that dick pressed against your prostate, releasing gallons of hot sperm inside of you. You can feel it everywhere: fulfilling your stomach, leaking out of your stuffed ass, dripping down your thighs, and maybe Archer's balls. It's hot, very hot, and you finally collapsed. You look at Archer smirking in the mirror.