Page 12 of Haunting Me

“Please what, baby?” I say, smirking.

“Please let me come. I need to so bad.” She pleads, her voice heavy with desire.

I stand up on the bed and pull my pants and boxers off. Hands-on her hips, I lift her effortlessly and flip her to where she is on her knees. I take the pillows and stack them underneath her, “Lean into the pillows, Layne. Face the side so you can breathe.” She follows my directions. With her ass in the air, I dip my fingers into her dripping pussy, thrusting in and out. “Mmm, you're fucking delicious Layne. I could eat your pussy all day long and never tire of it. Fuck, you’re so wet for me.”

Layne whimpers as I add another finger to her pussy. “Yes, Wes. Only for you. Please fuck me…”

I withdraw my fingers, licking them clean, and line my hard cock up with her entrance. “I’m going to fucking ruin you, Layne. This pussy is mine,” as I slam inside her. Her screams fill the loft and echo throughout the warehouse, and they have to be my new favorite sound. With each thrust, her moans get louder. I know I won't last long inside her tight pussy. “You like being fucked like a whore, huh,” her throaty moans tell me her answer, “a whore for my cock.”

I bring my hand down across her ass. Layne’s pussy clenches around my cock, coming with a sated moan. My thrusts turn hard and deep, my pace merciless as I chase my release. Layne whimpers under her breath and I lean over her and run my tongue down her spine.

“Just a little more, Ma Petite Mort. Give me one more.” I flip her back over and pull her knee up and lean into her neck, sucking and biting the area right under her ear. “Fuck, Layne. I fucking love your pussy, baby. I’m fucking done, ruined for life. You’re mine, Ma Petite Mort. Tell me I can keep you. That you're mine forever.”

“Oh, fuck Wes. I’m coming,” her walls clench around me, “yes. I’m yours, forever. Come with me, Wes.”

“Fuck, “I moan into her ear as I release myself deep inside her. I lay on top of her, kissing her neck and shoulder. “Forever. I want you to be the first thing I touch in the morning and the last thing I taste at night.”

I am coming for all the monsters that haunt her nightmares. They fucked with the scarier monster’s girl.

Chapter eight

L A Y N E

The apartment feels emptier now that Wes isn't here, his absence leaving a void in every corner. A part of me wanted to cancel my plans with Atlas and skip the concert. Wes convinced me otherwise. He dropped me off after fucking me more times than possible, leaving me sore in the most exquisite ways. I don't know how to explain the situation with Wes to Atlas. So much has transpired in the past twenty-four hours.

I head to my dresser and start pulling out things to wear to the show, settling on a weathered In Flames shirt, a short black skirt, fishnets, and my black combat boots. Two French braids hold my hair, creating a sleek look that reaches my lower back. I have about an hour until doors open, so I order a ride share and shoot Atlas a text.

LAYNE: I should be there in 20 minutes. Waiting for the car to get here.

ATLAS: I am picking up the tickets from Will Call right now. See you when you get here. We get to skip the line, thanks to Sky.

LAYNE: Fuck YEAH!

Atlas always has the best hook-up with tickets. I guess it pays to fuck a show promoter. Sky is a pretty cool guy the times I have met him. I grab my bag off the kitchen counter, my eyes drift over to my knife harness. There is a sense of unease without it, but the ample security measures at concerts ease my concerns.

You’ll be okay Layne!

I take my phone back out and send Wes a text.

LAYNE: Is it sad for me to say I miss you? Too clingy/cheesy?

WES: If that’s the case, I regret not dragging you to the courthouse today.

WES: Have fun, ma petite mort. Not too much fun, though. Never know who will be watching.

Such a stalker. I can’t say that it doesn’t make my pussy ache, thinking that he may be there. Hidden in the darkness, watching me enjoy myself. Just as my mind conjures up disturbing thoughts of what he could do to me, my phone interrupts with a notification that my ride has arrived. I lock up my apartment and head down to the waiting car.

I send Atlas a text letting him know I am on my way and should be there soon. The ride seems to last forever, every minute ticking by with excruciating slowness. As the car pulls up to the curb, I spot Atlas waiting for me. “Stop here,” I tell the driver as I open the door, “Thanks!” I hop out of the car and wave to Altas. I make my way through the crowd of people standing outside.

“Hey, bitch. You made it just in time!” He says, grabbing my hand and leading us inside.

“The driver took a longer route here,” I say, “Let’s find a sweet spot up front!”

We move through the crowd of early entrants. They all gather in the lobby area, buying merch and chatting people up. General admission gets us right up to the stage. I figure we will hang out up here until one of us needs the bathroom. “I am going to grab us some drinks. What do you want?”

Atlas scrunches up his face and then gives me his drink choice. “Rum and coke. Thanks, babe!”

Determined, I make my way through the crowd to the back bar. As concertgoers arrive, the venue becomes a symphony of animated conversation and laughter. The bartender acknowledges my presence with a nod, and I waste no time in ordering a vodka and Redbull for myself along with Atlas’s drink. As he hands me the drinks, the crowd roars with excitement as the opening band takes the stage. I push through the bodies that are packed together on the floor, coming up behind Atlas.

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