Hands still on her breasts, he stopped suddenly, tilting his head slowly to one side at her words. His breathing calmed some for a moment, causing her to wonder even more about his actions. Whether or not he agreed to her deal with him was completely unknown to her as he then began to work her breasts again, weighing her down with his body although not painfully. Moving one hand down, he skimmed down over her belly and on further to the waist of her pants. Slipping his hand palm down inside, Dana looked up and saw that his eyes were definitely focused on her face and not on what his hand was doing, as if he were trying as hard to read her as she'd attempted to make out what he was thinking earlier.
She squirmed, deciding to take it as the closest thing she'd get to an agreement out of him. Whether it was or wasn't remained to be seen, but she wasn't going to push the matter. After all, surely he'd have just gone ahead and offed her then if he'd found the terms not to his liking. Dana whimpered as his hand slid closer to her panty clad slit, conflicted between wanting him to continue, and feeling ashamed that she was allowing this. While some girls might fight tooth and nail with their lives on the line to protect their virtue, she was doing the exact opposite here, and offering it up in a bid to secure a few more months of life. What did that make her? She didn't ponder that for very long however, the sensation of his hand touching such a neglected spot was outweighing everything else for the moment, and she whimpered, shocking herself as she began to press against it.
He responded by rubbing his hand faster and harder over the front of her panties. Slowly, he finally looked down as his hand stuffed down the front of her pants, squeezing her breast again with his other hand before moving it to squeeze her other breasts, keeping them warm despite the chill in the air from the open window. He began breathing heavier again as he rubbed even faster over her slit, clearly aware of the fact that she was enjoying the way he did that. Maybe he even took some sort of pride in the way he brought a feeling to her that she thought she'd never know again from another human being. He kept rubbing as he looked back up at her face again, hand still flexing over her breasts as he observed her.
Dana groaned, starting to huff slightly, shoving every last thought of this being a bad idea firmly to the back of her mind. Now she only cared about what he was doing to her, how good it felt, and how inevitable it was that there would be more to be had. She moaned softly, grinding up against his hand harder, wanting him to keep going. While she wasn't quite comfortable with the idea of touching him just yet, afraid that it might set him off in a direction she might not find as pleasing, she did squirm closer, daring to let her leg brush against him testingly.
He paused briefly when she brushed her leg, though he didn't seem to mind either as he instead started to rub his palm even faster over the front of her panties, hand squeezing at her breasts even harder before tweaking her nipples with his fingers again, breathing getting even heavier behind his mask. A small bulge began to form at the crotch of his dark jumpsuit too, not yet noticeable to her, but it undoubtedly soon would be as it got bigger. He then pushed further by sliding his hands out of her pants onto to slide it into her panties, rubbing faster, her wetness helping him along with the speed.
Gasping hard at the direct contact she wriggled beneath him, cheeks flushing and the cold air not even noticiable anymore with the heat that was steadily surging upwards. Deciding to take a chance, she slowly reached for her waistband, squirming and writhing to slide the garments down her hips and allow him better access to that part that was begging for more. Still she didn't dare touch him, or do anything else but squirm and snuffle as he continued to rub and tease, biting back a request for more, now.
He didn't miss a beat, slipping a finger into her wet slit, worming it into deep and grinding it into her, pressing his palm to rub at her clit still too. He looked down, apparently very interested in what he was doing to her and how it looked as he did. His bulge got bigger as he worked, seemingly not phased at all by the fact that she was ill and soon to die. Even if he only wanted sex, Dana couldn't help but think so far he had shown a better reaction than she had gotten out of a guy in a very long while. Who knew, maybe he even found it a turn on, she wouldn't put it past him. He did deal in death, after all.
Looking down, she could see the effect this was having on him and as much as she hated to admit it, the thought of that steadily growing cock held back by dark cloth was something she was very interested in. She shifted under him, whining softly as he worked that finger deeper, already wet with anticipation, and soaking up the sensations that she had been sure she wasn't ever going to experience again. Maybe this was indeed a win-win situation, and he'd not only walk away without incident at the end, but she'd also get to experience being on the business end of his hard cock without expiring shortly afterwards. Squeaking sharply as he pressed against something especially sensitive, she spread her legs as wide as she could manage, bucking up at his hand, whispering that she wanted more. If he'd been anyone else, she'd have already been after his meat, but even now she was too afraid of touching him. Things were going well so far, and she didn't want to screw it up.
Promptly he slid a second finger to her slit, sinking them and wriggling as if he wanted them even deeper. Whether or not he actually found her attractive was as impossible to tell as the true color of his eyes with that mask on, but that was irrelevant too. It was obvious he had plans for her, and if they were anything like what he was currently doing she was sure she'd approve.
Dana yelped as he added that second finger, arching and bucking harder against it, to her amazement already feeling that stirring deep inside that was only ever the result of letting her fingers do the walking lately. Groaning harder, she bucked up, a thin sheen of sweat beading on her brow, her breath coming in hard pants. She could see that bulge very clearly now, and prayed he was about to use it, she wanted it now, wanted to experience all the things he could do for her with that cock. Hissing slightly, her thighs shaking, she felt herself coming even closer, and began to beg.
He finally looked up again as she hissed and begged, and obligingly started to thrust his fingers in and out of her pussy, working them fast. Unable to stand any more of this teasing, she came hard, arching and whimpering under him, her pussy spasming and clamping on those long fingers. Shaking like a leaf now, and trying to stay atop the wave, she reached for him, her small hands right over that hard bulge in his jumpsuit.
He stopped toying with her slit as she boldly groped for his cock, though she couldn't help but smirk just slightly as he did nothing to stop her. While she still had a healthy fear of him, no doubt, she couldn't help but feel a small thrill at the way his meat pulsed as she touched it through the dark cloth. Apparently he appreciated her attentions, tilting his head down to watch her before slowly starting to thrust his fingers in her pussy again. His breathing was getting heavier again, more than indicating that he was both enjoying his actions and the result of his actions.
She was nearly growling with frustration now, her hand on his crotch confirming what she'd been thinking, and only furthering her resolve to have him, now. Dana stiffened as he continued to thrust his fingers, whimpering and stroking her hand over the fabric covering that hardness, her eyes darting up to the zipper. Since he'd made no move to stop her, and indeed even seemed to approve of her actions, she reached for the zipper and began to tug it down.
If it bothered him at all he gave no indication, only thrusting his fingers a little faster in her pussy again, still breathing heavily. Dana did take note of the way his eyes remained on her though, giving the impression that he either didn't totally trust her, or maybe just that he liked watching.
The sound of the zipper coming down was sharp in contrast to his sterterous breathing and her own whimpering and moaning, and she quickly found what she'd been looking for, to her delight. She began to experimentally touch, groaning as he squeezed her breasts what seemed like especially hard, although if he meant it as encouragement or as a warning to tread lightly was unknown to her. Dana slowly began to stroke, and coax his cock, her pussy growing even wetter in anticipation of having that inside of her.
As she stroked his hard meat, he suddenly curled his fingers upward and began to thrust them faster in her pussy, her juices dripping as he worked. He squeezed her breasts continuously with his other hand as he looked down to watch her tugging on his cock, the hardness pulsing, a small spot of pre-cum forming on the tip. His breathing was still heavy and he seemed hypnotized by the sight of her hand cranking away at his cock. How many people could say they'd touched him in such a way? Well, possibly many, but it seemed unlikely too, given his known history of butchering people and always managing to disappear before he was actually apprehended.
That thought wasn't lost on her at all either, as a small smirk began to form on her lips again. Maybe she was crazy, but she was finding the danger almost appealing in a way now. She continued to stroke, arching hard as he continued to bang those long fingers away at her pussy. It was strange in a way that it took being close enough to death to practically smell it to truly feel alive.
He looked back up at her face, thrusting those fingers faster, his breathing heavier as he worked her and she worked him. He then released her breasts and slowly moved that hand to her face. Holding it in front of her face for a moment, a moment that made her wonder if he'd had enough, he gently brushed a finger at her lips, those black eyes gazing deep into hers for a long moment, almost in the manner a lover might. She didn't know how to react then, freezing at the sudden very intimate contact that in some ways was far deeper than what he was doing to the rest of her body. She sighed softly, rocking her hips up, feeling that familiar tug again, knowing she was very, very close to coming again.
He seemed to sense that she was close too, perhaps from her sigh or maybe just from possible observation or even experimentation. His cock pulsed more in her hand as he kept thrusting his fingers at a rapid speed. She had no way to tell when he might be close, his heavy breathing fairly constant as they played with each others' parts. He didn't groan. He didn't make any noise other than his breathing and that was caused in part by his breath hitting the mask. He still stared into her eyes, as if he wanted to see exactly how they looked when she came, his fingertip gently pressing at her lips now.
Dana groaned hard, jerking violently under him, her stroking of his cock interrupted by the rush of heat up her spine and the shivering tug at her puss as she came hard on his fingers, clamping down so hard for a moment she wondered if it hurt him at all. Panting for breath, she redoubled her effort at stroking that hard, pulsing cock, staring right back up into his eyes, silently urging him on.
Whether or not he had some secret ability to read minds remained a mystery, but moments later, white, hot, sticky seed exploded from the slit at the tip of his pulsing cock, his breathing even heavier, mixed with a couple grunts. The sticky mess shot out far, most of it landing just below her breasts. Who knew when he last came. It was hard to imagine him sitting around looking at a porno magazine, but he did seem to know exactly what he was doing too, his fingers still stuffed into her very wet pussy. His breathing slowed slightly again as the last few drops of his cum oozing out of his still hard cock.
The sensation of that hot sticky warmth on her flesh was enough to bring her back into the moment, and she continued to stroke idly, craving that cock somewhere else, whispering harshly that she wanted him inside of her now, spreading her legs wider to embellish the point. He was still pulsing in her hand, and from the looks of things was still ready to go another round, something that intrigued and excited her.
He suddenly stopped thrusting his fingers, still staring, staring deep into her eyes, his cock twitching a little in her hand now, undoubtedly sensitive after such a big load of cum. He moved his finger from her lips and slowly traced over and down her chin, down her neck, between her breasts, and through his cum before slowly slipping his fingers out of her pussy. For another moment, he did nothing but stare, again making her wonder if he'd had enough, if he'd cum and now he wanted to get something else out of her, something crimson. He didn't reach for anything that could bring him that though, instead moving his body down slightly, his hard meat slipping out of her grip. Grabbing himself, he looked down as he leaned back in, guiding the head of his hard cock towards her sopping slit, a small drop of cum still on the tip of his cock. He then pressed, pressing until the tip of his cock slid into her slit and then he slowly pushed further, still watching as his hard, thick shaft disappeared further and further into her pussy.
Dana moaned hard as he began to slide in, the meat much harder and thicker than his fingers, filling her up and making her feel as if the pressure inside were too much to bear in a wonderful sort of way. How he, of all people could make her feel like that she didn't understand but she didn't care either, at that moment. She only wanted more, and rolled her hips upward begging to feel more of that cock inside, lightly clamping on every inch he offered. In return he pushed, pressed further, more of his thick meat slipping in, leaning on her, before beginning to rock hard against her. His hands were pressed against the covers just above her shoulders, fingers gripping the cloth. He looked up again, those hollow black holes pointed at her face again, at her eyes again.
She writhed under him, her hot, wet slit struggling to contain him, as he thrust and pumped deep inside, a low cry escaping her lips as he worked something deep within her. Those eyes on her were almost magnetic, the way they pulled at her, almost as intense as the feeling inside of her. Strange how somehow he could make this feel incredibly intimate in a twisted way, and leave her wanting even more than she already had. She clamped again on his cock, groaning softly and daring to reach up to place a hand tentatively on his side, feeling the stiffness of his body as he worked her pussy. She wasn't afraid of him anymore, he'd had numerous chances to put a stop to this by now, and by all indications he had no intention of doing so whatsoever.
His breathing got heavier as she clamped on his meat and he rocked harder against her, his meat feeling as if it had somehow slipped even deeper into her pussy. He didn't seem to mind her hand touching him either, perhaps having accepted the fact that if he was going to fuck her, she was going to touch him anyway. He looked away from her eyes again, down between them to where their crotches met. Her eyes followed his down, moaning softly as she took in that sight as well, finding it very much a turn on, seeing his cock nestled in that hot juncture between her thighs. She squeezed his side softly, moaning harder as that hot stiff cock worked deeper into her, feeling completely filled, completely satisfied. She never wanted it to end, and sliding a hand down to rub at her clit as he thrust, whimpering and bucking up harder.
He didn't make a move to stop her from rubbing her clit either, starting to instead bounce slightly against her, his thick cock grinding even deeper as a result. His breathing was steady and heavy behind his mask as he worked, still looking down, watching, perhaps feeling some pride in being able to do such a thing to a woman. A thing he likely witnessed at least once before during the many times he stalked young women. A thing he had to wonder about, had to wonder how it felt, physically and mentally.
She wondered briefly if it compared to the sort of thrusting he was used to, of that oversized kitchen knife into hot flesh. Dana didn't doubt that the act brought him some form of gratification, she could only wonder how this compared. She continued to rub, already feeling very close again, her pussy by now very sensitive and hot from all the attention paid to it recently. She groaned hard, and squeezed him a bit tighter, huffing harder as she let him drive her wild.
Her squeezing caused him to rock and bounce his hips harder, drilling that thick meat further, filling her to the brim with cock. He brought his eyes back up to hers as she huffed, as if wanting to see again as she came again. If his cock thrusting was like his knife thrusting, did that mean the look on her face mirrored what he saw when he looked down at one of his victims? The thought only made another twisted tingle of pleasure go down her spine as he pounded her harder and harder, his own breathing still heavy but steady, again making it hard to tell when he might cum again. She wanted it though, and the idea that she was actively trying to get him off wasn't lost on her. It had to be a first for him, she was certain of it.
Dana felt his grip on her hips tighten, as he shot that hot load inside of her this time and then she was not far behind him, her toes curling and legs shaking as he brought her over again. For a moment it was like time had stopped, and nothing existed other than the hot, damp flesh pressed together, and the sound of their paired heavy breathing, as both attempted to recover from what had just transpired between them.
Then, almost as is nothing ad happened, he was lifting himself up, off and out of her, the rush of cold air in his absence sharp. His eyes trained on hers with a strange intensity, and Dana held her breath, wondering if the 'understanding' they'd come to only existed in her mind. Not a word was spoken, as he righted himself, and began to zip up, the tension almost palpable between them. What would he do?
He continued to look at her, nothing even approaching some thing she could comprehend, and that icy feeling began to return to the pit of her stomach and displace the heat they'd just worked together to make.
And then he just turned his back to her, and walked away, without so much as a glance. Dana could only stare numbly, her mind racing to make sense of what had just happened. He'd apparently accepted the deal, and was leaving, leaving her behind to both marvel at the fact she'd apparently just pulled off a figurative deal with the devil, as well as wonder when he'd be back to collect.