Page 50 of Grave Obsession

Wait… What? When she saw me earlier? I haven’t put the mask on all day. I know she doesn’t have her phone, so it’s not like she saw me walking up her driveway on the cameras. Is she being watched by someone else from her parents' horrid past? Fuck. If they’re in a Ghostface mask that means they know about me; about us. Panic like I’ve never felt before amasses within my chest. Someone could waltz right up to the front door and she would gladly let them in, thinking it’s me. I’ll have to check the surveillance footage later and plant some of my own game cameras around the woods. Will this woman ever not be in danger?

Doesn’t matter, I’ll eradicate every last threat that shows up on her doorstep.

“Ghost?” Her hesitant voice cuts through the murderous fog I’ve found myself in. How long have I been quiet?

“Yeah, baby?”

“Are you okay? I’m sorry for upsetting you.” She is sorry, even though she would do it all over again if given the opportunity.

“You’re sorry, hey?” A sly little smirk pulls at my mouth from below the mask.

“Yes.” She slowly turns her body so her chest is against mine. Her chin rests on my sternum as she looks up at me. Her large honey eyes pleading for me.

“Want to earn my forgiveness again, do you?” I tease.

“Yes, so bad.”

Oh, my perfect little slut, you will in fact work for it tonight.

“Prove to me how sorry you are.” I maneuver her body so she’s straddling me. I rock my hips from beneath her, rubbing my cock through her most sensitive area. With one hand on her hip and one banded around her middle, I angle her hips and press inside her swollen pussy. We moan together as sensations overcome us. I move slowly in and out of her, working her up again.

“Ride me, baby. Show me how regretful you really are.” Mallory tentatively plants her hands on my pecs, raises herself up, and begins to wind her hips.

“Yes, Mallory. Just like that.” Holy hell she feels so perfect, moving and grinding on my thick length. With each encouragement, she gains confidence until she’s sliding up and down on my shaft.

“Your piercing feels so fucking good, Ghost, holy shit,” she whines, as a thin sheen of sweat coats her skin. She glistens in the moonlight streaming through the window like some holy goddess made just for me. Her fingers thread through my chest hair, gripping tightly as she desperately chases her orgasm. She slams down on my cock and swirls her hips, begging my cock to stroke her G spot just a little more. I wrap my hand around her throat as I rut up into her at the same time I force her down on my dick. I fuck her ruthlessly until she screams out her release.

“Stop, stop, stop, Ghost.” Absolutely not. I fuck her harder, bouncing her on my cock.

“How dare you cum before me,” I grind out as I plow into her. “I thought you were supposed to be apologizing to me. Defiant until the very end, isn’t that right, little siren?”

I don’t know how she manages a smile with the way I’m gripping her throat and destroying her from below, but she does. Such a fucking freak. My freak.

“I do what I want,” she barks out a laugh.

Laughing while I’m fucking her is not going to fly.

“Then I’ll fuck you how I want,” I say quietly, menacingly. Her eyes fly open right before I toss her off of me and flip her face down on the mattress. I pull her hips up and slam myself inside her again. Brutally, I pound her cunt from behind until she explodes again.

I roll her onto her back in her post orgasm haze and slide back into her.

“Why are you such a machine?” she mumbles. I grit below the mask, fighting against the urge to unload into her. Her hands meander up my chest and grip my shoulders. She pulls me down to her, our faces so close, only this bullshit fucking mask to separate us.

“May I?” she asks. “I promise to follow the rule.” Her eyes are searching for mine. Desperate for that connection we share. I nod and her eyes fall closed. She pulls away the only barrier between us and I can breathe again. Fuck, this is terrifying. She could open her eyes at any second and figure out it’s me. I don’t think she would appreciate the truth being revealed while I’m deep inside her.

Her fingers trace my jaw, my nose, all the features of my face. Committing me to memory. I lose myself in the bliss until her fingers run through my hair. I grab her wrists and pin them above her head. It’s too much. She was too close.

I snap my hips as I push us both towards another orgasm. A final orgasm.

I confine both her delicate wrists to one of my hands as I start to rub tight circles around her clit.

“No, I can’t... I can’t cum again,” she whimpers. Awe, poor baby. Boo hoo… My stalker gives me multiple orgasms. How will you ever survive?

“You can, and you will.” I kiss her quickly. “You owe me.” I kiss down her jaw and hover above her ear as I whisper. “I want the pleasure of your cunt rippling around my cock as I fill you full of my cum.”

“Fuck,” she moans.

I’m almost there and she’s not. Damn it. I pull out of her and quickly latch my lips to her clit. I lick and suck her little bundle of nerves until she starts to rock wildly against my face. I line my throbbing dick back up with her entrance and slam home. I watch my length fuck her raw, she has to be sore. I spit down onto her clit and begin to rub it with my thumb.

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