I Can Go Get My Knife

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Willow's POV:

Matt's dick stretches me to my limits as he pounds as hard as he can in to my cunt. It felt beyond amazing to be fucked by my husband. The tension coils tighter in my belly.

My pussy clutches his cock as I'm thrown over cliff landing head first in euphoria. Matt's member pulses once, twice, three times. He shoots his essence inside me following me along to nirvana.

Matt's POV:

My cock softens inside Willow. I still don't pull out. An idea suddenly strikes me.

I know how we can celebrate our honeymoon. There's no stopping the grin that captures my lips. Willow eyes me curiously.

"I know how to celebrate our honeymoon." I tell her.

"Well don't leave me waiting." She replies.

I nod my head in the direction of Annaleigh's corpse. Willow catches on right away. The spark that lights up her eyes tells me she's on board with my idea.

Narrator's POV:

Over the next week fourteen bodies each with there throats slashed are discovered all around Huntington Beach. Terror once again grips the city. It's not just women who were slaughtered anymore which just amplified the fear that's blanketed the southern California haven.

The police had no choice but to call in the FBI. Try as hard as they might neither the local or the federal police could come up with a single viable lead.

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Matt and Willow walk into the bar. The pair grab stools at the bar. Willow mouth up opens.

The bar tender questions what they'll have tonight. Willow looks on completely in shock. She knows that voice.

There's no possible way she could ever forget it. There behind the bar tending to it's patrons is her. It's the woman who changed Willow's life forever.

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