Page 17 of Grave Obsession

I know it’s somewhat unfair since she’s naked under that sweater but I don’t give a fuck. She slides the garment off her shoulders and down to the crease of her elbows. She’s keeping her pussy covered but showcasing me the nicest pair of tits I’ve ever seen. Better than anything I’ve conjured up in my never ending reel of fantasies. She’s going to turn me into a two pump chump in a minute and it’s going to be embarrassing as fuck. Slowly, I pull down the front of my briefs and reveal myself to her. I can’t tell if she’s in shock or awe, hopefully both. While she’s busy gawking at me, I slip my other hand under my mask and spit. Slathering the saliva all over my shaft as I slowly build my release. I send her another message to distract myself from my impending orgasm.

Ghost:

Take the rest off, Mallory.

She’s apprehensive but...excited? I honestly can’t tell. These are emotions I haven’t seen on her face before. The thought thrills me. Finally, she’s feeling something other than indifference and detachment.

Ghost:

Don’t make me ask again.

Chapter Fifteen

Mallory

Take it all off? Is he nuts? I don’t even know him. What will happen if I make him repeat himself? I want to both please him and push his buttons. How long can I stall? I like watching him touch himself for me; to the sight of me. He likes what he sees. The feeling is mutual, stud. Seriously though, he is gorgeous, everywhere. Usually the sight of a penis repulses me. But his? It makes me salivate. There’s been a heartbeat in my pussy since he pulled it out. It’s thick and long and... Fuckin' hell, is that a piercing? It’s on the underside of his cock, right below the head. My tongue darts out to lick my lips and I swear I can hear a muffled groan. How is his cock is going to fit in my virgin pussy without breaking me? How is the piercing going to feel? Why am I thinking about having sex with him? I will not fuck my stalker.

Ghost:

Open the window.

Mallory:

Why?

Ghost:

I want you to hear me come apart for you.

Why was that the hottest fucking thing ever said? I know as soon as I hear the timbre of his voice I’ll do whatever he asks. This is a terrible idea, but I open the window.

“Lose the sweater, Mallory.”

I stand there frozen, his voice is deep and the way it wraps around my name has my pussy clenching. I don’t take off the cardigan but I open the front, exposing myself to him entirely.

“Fuck, baby, you’re a masterpiece,” he rasps. “Now, spread your legs and let me see how wet your tight little cunt is for me.” Holy shit. Is it that obvious? My thighs are slick with my arousal but there’s no way he knows. How has he not finished yet? I thought men were supposed to be quick? I back away from the window and sit on the edge of my bed.

“That’s it, little siren. Now open those pretty thighs and show me what’s mine.”

I’m burning up and he hasn’t even touched me. Slowly I open my legs, revealing my dripping centre to him. I don’t know what I’m feeling: mortification, fear, embarrassment? All three? All I know for sure is I want him to quench this undeniable thirst I have for him now.

“You’re being such a good fuckin’ girl for me, baby. I wish you’d let me taste you. I’d bury my tongue inside you until you drown me with your cum.” He lifts the mask slightly, my heart rate increases tenfold as I can make out the cut of his jaw. He spits down onto his cock and it’s so fucking filthy and hot, I’m soaking the blanket beneath me.

“Touch yourself for me, Mallory.”

“What?” I’m so nervous, my heart beat is thundering in my ears.

“I want to watch you cum while you’re thinking of no one else but me, little siren.”

“I can’t. I’ve never…ummm.” Fuck, now this is embarrassing.

“Are you telling me you’ve never had an orgasm before, baby?” he inquires, I nod my head in response.

“Fuck,” he groans out. His fist is moving quicker now, up and down his veiny cock. I’m mesmerized by the sight of him coming undone before me.

“Are all your firsts going to belong to me, baby?”

“Yes,” I sigh out. Why is this so hot?

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