Page 53 of Dead End

I rested my feet on the edge of the table and opened my legs under his attentive gaze as he pushed my thighs wider until the stretch was a dull burn. He didn’t say anything as he unbuckled his belt, snapping the leather through the loops and handing it over to me. I stared down at it in confusion before meeting his gaze again and seeing the wicked, sinister plan he had for me.

He pulled his pants low, halfway down his muscular thighs, with his thick cock bobbing between us and making my eyes widen with doubt. I realized he’d been commando in his pants the whole time, but what held my attention was the fact that the thing between his legs was a fucking monster cock. Thick, not as long as Jason and Norman’s, maybe eight inches, but really fucking thick, with veins wrapping around the smooth skin that looked hard as steel.

“It’ll fit, little goth; now put the belt in your mouth, bite down hard, and don’t let go,” he said with a lopsided grin, nodding to the belt as I stared at it in confusion.

“Why?” It didn’t make sense; why did I need the belt in my mouth? I could think of so many other uses for it.

“So no one can hear you screaming.” He chuckled darkly, the inky veins around his eyes spreading like a spiderweb as he helped place the sleek leather between my lips, watching me stare up at him.

He leaned forward to sweetly kiss my forehead, lingering before drawing back as he bit his bottom lip, then glanced down to see how damp my panties were. He leisurely skimmed the pad of his thumb over my slit through the material, drawing a tight-lipped moan from me.

Michael grasped my panties in a tight fist and snapped them completely off me with a single pull, then brought them up to his nose with a deep inhale. My eyes widened, and he grinned wickedly as he reached over his head to pull his shirt off. You know, the move that makes girls go stupid as muscles flex and shift?

Without warning, he brought the palm of his hand down onto my pussy in fast, repeated smacks that left me crying out in pleasure, biting down on the belt with my hips bucking off the table. His hand came away soaking wet when he stopped, and he brought it up to his mouth to lick his fingers clean as he watched me.

“Fuck,” he said with a rough groan, stepping forward to trail smooth lips down the edge of my jawline to nibble along my throat.

He roughly pushed off, ripping his mouth away with a snarl, then lunged forward between my spread legs, plunging his thick cock deeply inside me without warning. My screams were muffled by his belt. My head fell back against the cold table, feeling every thick inch of him jerking inside of me. He didn’t give me time to adjust before he pulled back and slammed inside again, our bodies slapping roughly together.

Sometimes, I needed the pain as a wake-up call that I was still here, and he was giving me that wake-up call. His thrusts wouldn’t slow. He fucked me long and hard with smooth, wet, well-timed movements that echoed around the room each time he pulled away, only to plunge back in roughly.

The bonesaw fell to the floor with a clatter, alongside the scalpel and other morbid tools, as the table shook with his deep, fast thrusts. He grabbed my hip with one clawed hand, the nails only slightly digging in to leave crescent moon shapes, while his other hand gripped the back of my neck again, dragging my head down until I could see every inch of him fucking into me. Sliding in and out smoothly, his cock disappearing inside of me had to be the hottest thing I’d ever seen. That was until he slid out covered in my juices.

“Fucking hell, look at you creaming all over my cock,” he breathed.

My eyes squeezed tight as I felt my lower stomach clench, the pressure building until I was unable to stop grinding against him each time he pounded into me. I didn’t think the belt was doing a good job of keeping me quiet because he quickly wound his clawed fingers in my hair and pulled my head up, tossing the belt aside so he could kiss me as I came in with hard, blissful pulses around his cock.

He broke the kiss as I was still coming around him, my legs violently shaking as he pounded into me quick and hard before grinding his pelvis along my clit. Then he was coming inside me in thick ropes of cum. He ground his teeth while his neck muscles strained as he eventually slowed down, breathing heavily and placing his forehead against mine, his minty breath fanning my face.

“Can we do that again?” I panted, loving his throaty chuckle as he stepped out from between my legs, grasping my cheeks with both hands and placing a lingering, sweet kiss on my lips.

A girl could get used to this. Who knew morgue sex was a thing? I just went with it and could honestly say it was amazing. Ten out of ten would repeat again and again.

“How about we head back to the manor so I can find out what else we’ve been missing this past year?” he suggested, a dark promise in his voice as he bent down and grabbed his shirt off the floor.

I thought he would put it back on, but he used it to clean between my legs, making me jump in shock and stare up at him flabbergasted as he winked, tossing the shirt away in the bin. I hopped down from the table with a wince, already feeling the ghost of him between my legs, and tried to hide my pleased giggle by biting down on my lip.

He pulled his jeans up, chuckling as he looped his belt through, and I declared it was my favorite belt. He should wear it all the time, no matter what, just in case of a ‘need to have sex right away’ type of emergency. I smoothed down my skirt, glancing around and beneath the table for my underwear, only to see him holding them out of my reach as he pocketed them with a shrug.

“Just in case I have to do a tracking spell again. It comes in handy to have a pair ready.” He grinned devilishly, leaning into my touch as I skimmed my hand down his cheekbone, standing on my toes to kiss him one last time before leaving.

“Right, that’s all it’s for. Let’s go home; I miss everyone. Time to hang out with the living instead of the dead.”

I grabbed his hand and turned towards the doors, but suddenly, the lights flickered off and the emergency lights turned on, filling the room with an eerie red light. Michael wrapped an arm around me when a loud bang echoed in the silence, his head whipping back and forth as he tried to pinpoint the noise.

“What is that?” I asked shakily, scratching my arm frantically as it itched more and more until it felt like tiny ants were crawling all over me.

“Do you feel that?” Michael let go of me and went cautiously to the metal boxes, skimming his hand over them as he walked alongside them.

He stopped at the cubby with the John Doe we’d opened earlier, cocking his head to the side, eyebrows scrunched together. I jumped when another bang sounded through the sterile room and couldn’t stop itching my arm as my body shook from a wave of chills. My breath was fogging the air all of a sudden, and I watched Michael glance at me with a nod towards the cubby.

He waited until I reached his side, grasping his bicep as he leaned to the right and placed his ear against the metal with his eyes closed. The metal door shook as another bang happened on the other side, and he quickly drew back as it sounded like someone was pounding on the door, until it just stopped suddenly.

“Open it,” I told him with sickening dread, smearing dots of blood on my arm as I scratched, until Michael laid a hand over mine to stop me.

It was eerily quiet, and I was shaking like a leaf as he opened the drawer, pulling out the metal bed in the process. The dead body looked the same as before, like he was sleeping peacefully, but for some reason, it felt off. The air seemed stale, and there was a chill that I couldn’t shake off. Something unnatural was lurking around John Doe, and it had me leaning closer.

I screamed as the man’s eyes popped open, and I was suddenly staring into an empty, dark abyss that looked like it would never, ever end. His chest didn’t move. He wasn’t breathing at all, but somehow he was here, staring at me. I stumbled back a step, my hand over my mouth to hold in my scream.