Page 34 of Grave Obsession

“I thought I saw you over by the shed, it’s why I came this way,” she gasps. I really must have scared the hell out of her.

“Must have been your eyes playing tricks on you, love.”

“Yeah, you must be right.” Her body starts to relax in my hold, that won’t do.

“More importantly…” I move us towards the front door. “I caught you.” I unwrap my arm from her waist and scoop her up over my shoulder. “Now, I’m going to impale that virgin pussy on my cock.” She shivers in my hold as I pull the keys from my pocket and unlock the front door.

Stepping inside has the memories of us in the kitchen this afternoon flooding my mind. I kick the door closed behind me, “Lock it,” I instruct Mallory as she hangs over my shoulder at the perfect height to assist. The sound of the deadbolt engaging shoots lust through my system. I swat her on the ass and she jolts. My arm is banded around the back of her thighs holding her in place.

“Where did he touch you?”

“Huh?” her confused voice creeps over my shoulders. I spank her again and she tries to smother the sound of her moan against my back.

“Where were you when you let the cop touch you?”

“In the kitchen.”

I huff out, trying to seem annoyed. “Where, Mallory? On the floor? By the stove? Against the fridge? Fuckin’ where?”

She hangs her head in defeat, shame, or embarrassment. I can’t tell but I feel her forehead hit my back as she slowly exhales. “On the counter, across from the island.”

I scan the area, and with Mallory still over my shoulder I drag the couch across the floor. Within perfect view of where I made her scream for me earlier.

“What are you doing?” she tentatively asks and I don’t reply. I lift her off my shoulder and cradle her in my arms for a moment.

“So fuckin’ perfect,” I whisper to her as I sit us down on the couch. She blushes, colour filling her cheeks. I don’t meanfor this to be a sweet moment but it is. Just a split second before I rip through her innocence, we both need it. I boop her nose and she smiles. I shift her body so she is sitting in my lap, her back to my chest. Then I grab her chin and turn her face towards the kitchen. I talk quietly, watching her reaction.

“Every time you walk into that kitchen and think of him...” I run my hand to the inside of her thigh and pull her legs apart.

“The memory of me claiming you a few steps away will smother it.” I rub up and down her sensitive slit.

“You will only think of me.” I gently circle her clit.

“Only want me.” I drag my fingertips up her body and cup her breast.

“Your pussy will weep only for me.” I pinch her nipple and roll it between my finger and thumb. Her eyes roll and her ass rubs on my dick.

“Do you understand?” I turn her face to mine, straining her neck. She nods.

“Good.” I run both hands down her body as she relaxes against me. Down into the junction of her thighs, rubbing and palming her pussy possessively. Without second guessing my thoughts, I grab the seam of her leggings with both hands and rip it open. The wet material tears easily, exposing her naked pussy. She moans, clearly turned on all the more by my aggressive need to have her.

I gasp. “No panties!” I exclaim jokingly and she shakes her head slightly. I feel her silent laugh against my chest and the urge to feel her skin on mine overcomes me.

“Cover your eyes,” I demand. She follows my instructions so perfectly. I sit up and remove the mask, setting it next to me on the couch as I pull my sweater off and I toss it onto the floor, followed next by my shirt, the damp cotton fabric sticking to me like a second skin. I right my mask as I lean back and pull her to me.

“You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” I murmur through the mask. She hums in agreement.

I plunge two fingers into her core and she arches up in pleasure, pushing onto my hand. Fuck, I want to kiss her, eat up her sounds of passion like they are my last meal on death row. It’s where I’ll end up if they ever find my unmarked graves deep in the woods. I add another finger into her centre and she tenses.

“Ghost...it hurts,” she whines, clenching around my hand.

“I know, baby, but if you can’t take my fingers, how will you ever take my cock?”

“I know. Just…go slow,” she pants through the stinging pain of me stretching her.

“Whatever you need, love.”

I wish I had put the cameras up today, what a vision she must be. Topless, ripped leggings and combat boots; splayed open on my lap and speared on my fingers. What I wouldn’t give to see us, the pleasure I wring from her body. I make a mental note to install them before I leave. I will not miss out on reliving any more of our moments together.

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