The Hitman's Last Job(43)

“You’re awfully jumpy this morning, what’s up?”
“Nothing, just…. I can never remember where I am when I wake up,”
“I know that feeling but it’ll be over in a couple days. Once we get over the border I’ve got a place to live,”
“Really? Is this owned by another one of your Special Forces friends?” she spat the words sarcastically and regretted it. “Look I’m sorry. It’s just all so crazy and stressful,”
“I know. I get it,” and he kissed her again.
“That’s so loud up there!” she resumed her complaining.
“Yeah, but I guess it has its perks,”
“And what would that be?” she wasn’t in the mood for games.
“Well… no one would be able to hear you scream,” he joked.


And she took the hint. Rolling on top of him she felt him go hard immediately. Placing his penis flat against his stomach she slid onto his and caressed it with her lips. Sliding along it rhythmically she felt his length and girth stimulate her and soon she was dripping her wetness all over making him slick and slippery.

She moaned as she moved and clenched her eyes shut as she felt the pressure against her clitoris. Keeping her eyes closed she focused on the pleasure and the sound it made when she glided up and down him.

When she opened her eyes she saw Carl’s face so enraptured in ecstasy that he almost looked pained. He was staring down at her * intently and loved the sight of seeing them both pushed together.

Then the time came when Anna needed more and she let the tip of his penis slide inside her. It felt incredible and she quickly let out a primal cry as she felt his width inside her. But it wasn’t enough and she wanted more. Pushing herself onto his entire length in one go it hurt only for a second before she needed to feel him quicker and harder against her g spot. Finding a quick rhythm she bounced up and down as fast as she could.

Looking down she saw the way Carl’s stomach muscles contracted as he thrust and she placed a hand on his navel. Feeling the hardness of his muscles and watching the way he gyrated as he moved his hips to meet hers.

She wanted to feel him as hard as possible and she became wetter by the second. Before long she needed to feel his weight on top of her. She needed to see his strength at work on her tiny body and the way his muscles worked to hold her down.

Pulling herself away from him momentarily she bent down to kiss him hard.

“Fuck me as hard as you can. I can take it,”


And he didn’t need to hear anymore. Holding her down on her back he lifted up her legs and pinned her knees behind her ears. It revealed her sex to him and he lightly slapped at it to tease her, to feel the juice smack against his hand.

“Do it harder!”
“You want me to slap you harder? Are you sure?”


He saw her nod and look at him with those big wide eyes. Then he spanked her * hard and saw that it was turning a dark pink.

“Aw, yeah!” she screamed. “Harder!”


And he slapped her again.

“One more time! As hard as you can,”


Carl hesitated for a moment not wanting to hurt her but when he looked to her face she mouthed the words, “Pretty please….” and pouted.

Readying himself he looked to her increasingly reddening lips and kissed her gently. She moaned softly feeling the tenderness of his kiss against the stinging pain of her lips. Then without warning he smacked her hard and she squirted instantly.

“Oh FUCK!” she screamed and her * quivered as she ejaculated onto his chest.


CHAPTER 23

John Reiner handed over his passport as the midday sun poured through the windscreen. It hurt his chapped lips and as it made him squint, his broken nose ached terribly.

“Thank you, Sir,” the border guard smiled politely and handed his passport back through the window.


John nodded in acknowledgement and drove away. The journey had been arduous but he knew it was worth it. However his side was aching more with every hour he spent on the road. After a few miles into the Mexican desert he had no choice but to pull over and inspect his injuries.

Lifting up his shirt he saw the swollen mess that was his ribcage. To his untrained eye it seemed one of the cuts was becoming infected and the bruising was spreading rapidly. He’d seen enough television to guess he was bleeding internally. Still though, he felt he must plod on to reach Carl. He couldn’t stop until he saw his face and apologized.

Glancing back at his side he saw the bruising and infection was so rampant in his body that his ribcage began to look distorted. He felt as though he were looking at the body of someone else. There was no way this monstrosity could be attached to him.

Breathing through the pain he pulled his shirt back down and pulled back out onto the highway. It was only a couple hours to the house. He knew he kept painkillers there and other supplies, he just had to grit his teeth and bear it for a little while longer.

But the more Carl’s father drove the more his teeth began to grind together as pain took hold of him. He began to sweat profusely as he felt a fever fast approaching. It wouldn’t be long until he couldn’t sit up any longer.

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Anna looked at her passport as it hung from a miniature washing line. She never imagined it would take so long to dry but she was happy to sip at her coffee for a little while longer.

“So….” Chuck grinned at the couple. “Mexico… How romantic. Gonna check out one of those donkey shows?” he joked.