Criminals Can Never Get Enough

Late at night when most humans are asleep, a 21 year old woman moves silently through the darkened town of North Carolina. Amy Cummings was not a woman to be fucked with. Amy stood 5' 7", with dark brown eyes, waist-length straight black hair, and pale skin. Her clothing was strictly leather; skirts, pants, and tops. Her shoes were either stilettos or combat boots. She didn't wear a ton of makeup, just black eye shadow and eyeliner. The most shocking part of her attire is that she had multiple knives hidden all over her body. She wasn't evil in fact it was the opposite. She was the punisher of any evil-doer. In short she was an exotic badass.

It was 3am and Amy was at her boss's office waiting for him to finish his phone call. Her boss could make even the most fearless tremble in their boots. He stood about 7" tall and was as muscular as a bouncer. He had thick dark brown hair with hazel eyes. She wasn't a cop but she was legally allowed to kill anyone who disobeyed the law multiple times.

"Amy, how are you?" Her boss asked in his rough deep voice.

"Just fucking peachy."

"I called you in to tell you about the latest killer. His name is Blake Richards and he has a record a fucking mile wide. Any crime you can think of he has done at least once. Here take a look at these pictures of the latest crime."

Amy sighed and looked at the pictures. The pictures were gruesome and almost unbearable for Amy to look at. It made her blood boil for vengeance. He brutally tortured four victims by dissecting the person while they were apparently alive. She looked up from the pictures and growled, "I will kill this fucker and rid him of this world."

"Good...but I want you to take Michael with you." Her boss said with amusement dancing in his eyes.

"What?! Hell fucking no!! Michael is an annoying little fucker!"

Her boss scowled. "Its final. You can't change my mind. Meet him tomorrow at 1 am at his house."

"I fucking hate you"

"I hate you too Amy."

Amy was still fuming the next night as she waited for Michael to open his door. Michael opened the door and smiled brightly at her. Michael was 20 years old, 6' tall, muscular but not nearly as much as their boss, black hair, and bright blue eyes they seemed to almost fucking glow. He thought he was God's gift to women. Women flocked him and because of it he is extremely cocky. "Hello gorgeous." He said in his silky smooth voice.

Without a word she walked into his mansion of a house.

"Awww what I don't get a kiss hello?" Michael whined.

"No you fucking don't. If you're smart you'll cease the flirting before I use my knives on you so you wont ever pleasure another woman." To prove her point she withdrew one of her many unique knives.

"Damn that turns me on whenever you threaten to use your knives on me or use that threatening voice of yours. So fucking hot!!"

Amy scowled and threw her knife at him.

Michael paled and blinked when he realized he wasn't dead. Turning around he saw her knife embedded in his wall not even an inch away from his head.

"You could have fucking killed me!"

Amy rolled her eyes and yanked her knife out of the wall. "If I wanted to fucking kill you, you wouldn't be standing here. That was a fucking warning. Now can we go find Blake so I can kill his ass?"

Upon arriving at Blake's house Michael went into detail on how they should go about avenging the murder of four victims.

Amy raised her eyebrows when he was finished and snarled, "Who told you that you could boss me, small one?"

Michael scoffed. "I'm only small when you wear them fucking stilettos!"

"Lets get this over with."

Silently they crept into Blake's 6-story mansion. They had retrieved the blue prints to his house so they knew exactly where to look for him. Unfortunately, half way there they were ambushed by Blake himself with a revolver in his hand.

"Fuck." Amy whispered.

Scowling Blake shot at Amy who quickly dodged the bullet. Amy had quick reflexes as well as strength and speed. In return Amy threw one of her knives at him. He sidestepped the knife and taunted, "Can't do any better than that little girl?"

Completely pissed off now Amy threw two knives at him at once.

Again he eluded her knives.

Stunned Amy muttered, "He is like a fucking rabbit."

Blake noticed Amy was momentarily stunned he took the opportunity to shoot her again. This time he didn't miss.

He shot her in her shoulder but he would have shot her in the chest had she not moved slightly.

The force of the bullet and pain caused her to fall to the cold hard floor.

"Ow..fucking shit..."

As she struggled to get back onto her feet Michael aimed his Deagle at Blake and shot at him but Blake shot at Michael at the same time. Michael luckily dodged the bullet but Blake got shot in his side. Before Blake could try to take another shot Amy threw one of her knives at him lodging it in his bicep. "That's for the first person you murdered." Amy lodged another in his stomach before Blake could blink. "That's for the second person you brutally killed." Before he bent over double she lodged one in his thigh. "That's for the third victim you massacred you sick fuck." Before he could fall to the floor she lodged one in his heart. "That's for the fourth poor victim you killed. Have a good fucking time in hell!" Both Amy and Michael watched as yet another sick person left their world laying in a puddle of his own blood.

Michael looked over at Amy and noticed the blood seeping out of her shoulder. "Fucking shit you got shot! Are you okay? Lets get you to the doctor."

Amy merely nodded, her face turning pale from the loss of blood.

After spending 3 hours at the emergency room Amy was bandaged up with the bullet completely out with Michael driving her back to his place.

When he turned his blood red Ferrari off Amy looked around groggily and asked, "Why did you take me to your place?"

Michael looked at her and said, "Because I want to look after you and make sure you're alright."

Amy merely sighed and let him pick her up in his arms to carry her inside where he set her in his bed. She didn't even say anything when he stripped her out of her blood covered leather clothing. He took a few minutes to appreciate her naked pale body while feeling his own body harden in response. He had always loved her from the first time he saw her. Her body was perfect; her breasts small but perky with nipples that seemed always hard, her flat stomach that led to the juncture of her thighs where her shaved pussy was. Michael slid on the bed next to her and held her close. He was so scared when he realized she had been shot. Never in his ever life had he been scared fucking shitless.

Suddenly Amy came out of her drugged haze and growled, "Have you lost your mind, fucked up man?"

Michael smiled and while buring his face in her hair to smell how sweet it was he murmured, "Yes I probably have." With that said he turned her face and kissed her deeply.

Amy struggled for a little bit before giving in to her own hidden needs and kissed him back passionately. Moaning low in his throat Michael straddled her and thrust his tongue in her mouth. Amy slid her good hand up his shirt running her fingers over his hot smooth back. Michael shivered and came up for air, breathing heavily while staring down into her eyes. Amy stared back into his glowing blue eyes and whispered, "Fuck me Michael."

Michael moaned and lowered his mouth to her erect nipple, sucking on it feverishly. Amy gasped and clutched at his hair as her back arched as she groaned, "Mmm...fuck...Michael..", before quickly unbuttoning his shirt and removing it. Amy slid her hands up and down his muscular chest and stomach. Amy was mesmerized by his nipples and tugged and pinched them gently.

Michael made a sound low in his throat and slid his hand up her inner thigh to her pussy. He ran his finger up her slit feeling how wet she already was before he rubbed her clit gently with his thumb.

Amy moaned loudly and raised her hips. "Oh fuck....mmmm Michael..."

Michael continued to suck hard on her nipple while rubbing her clit.

Amy slid her hand down his stomach and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans before pushing both his jeans and boxers off. She then stared at his hard cock before stroking his cock slowly, teasingly.

Michael shuddered and moaned before gently removing her hand. "No baby I want this to last." He then slid down her body to suck hard on her clit while flicking his tongue against it.

Amy screamed and reflexively wrapped her legs around his neck. "Fuck Michael!"

Michael smiled and licked down to her pussy before thrusting his tongue inside her.

Amy screamed again and wrapped her legs tighter around his neck as she orgasmed hard.

Michael growled low in his throat and licked up her sweet nectar. When he got her aroused again he moved his body up hers and rested his cock against her pussy as he looked down at her and murmured, "I'm going to fuck you now Amy my sweet."

Amy stared up into his bright blue eyes and whispered, "Fuck me Michael."

Michael entered her with one thrust and groaned, "Fuck! Amy baby why didn't you tell me?"

As he tried to pull out Amy wrapped her legs around him to keep him inside her. "I didn't tell you because I was afraid you would tease me. I wanted you to be my first Michael. I love you, I always have."

Michael stared down at her shocked to the core. "Amy..", he whispered reverently before lowering his head and kissing her softly and lovingly. He held still inside her letting her get accustomed to him. When he felt her body relax he slowly thrust inside her. Amy moaned and wrapped her legs tighter around him. Michael stared down at her while he thrust slightly faster and deeper.

Within minutes Amy was urging him faster as her breathing became heavy. "Fuck me faster and harder Michael."

Michael complied while lowering his head and sucking on one of her nipples.

Amy moaned loudly as her back arched and her hips urged him faster and rougher.

Michael stopped restraining himself and fucked her as fast and rough as he needed to.

Amy growled and dug her nails into his back as she thrust wildly under him. "Oh fuck... yes....Michael."

Michael gently nipped her nipple while pounding deep inside her.

Amy screamed as she came.

Michael moaned as he felt her cum flood his dick and poured down his balls. With three more deep thrusts he himself orgasmed deep inside her growling, "Mmmm...fuck Amy!"

Sated Michael gently laid on top of Amy trying to regain his breath.

After a little while they both regained their breath and stared at each other. Michael kissed her gently before murmuring, "I love you Amy, always have and always will."

Amy smiled brightly and said, "I love you too Michael."

Michael slid off her and cuddled her against him, careful not to hit her wound.

Soon after they fell asleep in each others arms.

The next day Amy called their boss and told him that Michael and her were going to take a vacation. Their boss chuckled after she hung up. He'd always known they'd loved each other, it was the reason he told her Michael had to be with her when she killed Blake.

Michael and Amy dated before marrying a year later. Together they punished all the psychotic people in their North Carolina town. Life was fucking good.