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“That’s right, Babygirl.” Plunging two fingers inside her, I start working her, stroking her inner walls in the way that has her toes curling. “That’s it, take me so sweetly, like the desperate little fucktoy we both know you are.” Pumping in a steady rhythm, I stay in her comfort level for another minute before I tease a third around her entrance. “Open up for one more. Come on.” Her pussy sucks me in greedily, taking that third finger like it’s a lifeline straight to the pleasure she’s come to crave. “Good girl.”My thumb rolls over her clit as she presses her hips upward and forward, forcing my fingers deeper inside her

“Another.”

“That’s my little overachiever. But where are your manners?” I taunt as I lean forward and suck at her clit.

“Please.”

“Please what?” I need her to be my dirty girl. I want to hear all the filthy words flow from those lips without any shame.

“Please stuff another finger inside me. Fill me and pound into me until I can’t take anymore.”

There’s no reason to deny her, not when we want the same thing. Not when I’ve been dreaming of doing exactly this, feeling her tight, wet heat gripping around my fingers. “Sit up on your elbows, I want you to see how fucking perfect you look stretched out around me.” When she does as I ask, I slide a fourth finger into her.

“Oh, god.” Her hips jerk as she takes in the sight of me entering her.

“That’s my girl, taking me so nicely.” I pay attention to her clit as she adjusts. “See, doesn’t it just look so right? Doesn’t your pussy look like it was meant to be wrapped around me?” Becca’s hips undulate as I stroke my attentive fingers inside her. Her eyes are glued to where we connect. With slow movements, I coax reactions out of her as I push her closer to the edge. I soak up every twitch and whimper. She digs her heels into the sheets, forcing them in deeper.

“Are you ready for more? Can you handle all five?”

Her lip quivers between her teeth.

“Use your words, Crybaby. I want to hear it.” Stilling my hand, I make my point clear.

“Do it. I want to take your fist.” She gasps as I slip it in to the first knuckle. “I want to feel all of you inside me.”

“Well, when you beg so nicely,” I groan as I slowly shift my hand all the way into her. She’s ready for me as she rolls her hips forward to meet me.

“Stasi, oh my god. That feels so damn good. Don’t stop.”

“Fuck. Look at my wrist. Your pussy drips like diamonds, Babygirl.” Capturing one of her taut nipples between my teeth, I play with it with my tongue. I’m rewarded by her hips rising hungrily swallowing more of my wrist. “Yeah, you like that? My Dirty Girl, I’m going to make you come harder than you ever have before.”

“Yes,” Becca moans as her eyes roll back in her head. She doesn’t slow her movements though, her thighs spreading farther apart for me as I slide in and out of her gripping pussy faster and faster. With her small tits bouncing, limbs trembling, and lips parted to let out those precious uninhibited sounds, I don’t know if she’s ever looked more beautiful. My perfect girl deserves a reward.

“Can you do that for me? Can you help me make you come”

“Yes,” she gasps through an uneven breath as we work together to bring her to orgasm. “Yes, yes, yes yes. Fuck, yes.” When she buckles forward, I catch her, pulling her against my chest as I gently withdraw from her.

“Good girl. That’s my good, perfect, girl. That was better than I could have imagined.”

“Same,” she laughs into my hair. “But I think it’s going to take me a bit to recover.”

“I’ll let you have a little intermission. I found something you’re going to be very excited about.” With the pink little mp3 player in my hand and a set of headphones, I take my place next to her, then slip one of the buds into her ear.

“Is that a…how the hell did you charge that thing?” Becca’s excitement is palpable.

“Along with a bunch of random shit and a metric ton of craft supplies, your mom also apparently saves every single cord you’ve ever had.” Scrolling through the list of songs overwhelms me with options, so I just randomly tap on something. It’s not the best sound quality, but the nostalgic music makes up for it. That and Becca’s wide smile and loud singing.

With a nudge, she guilts me into joining her, our voices intertwining and transporting me back in time to the nights when we used to do just this—playing games, eating pizza, singing along to our favorite songs. Elated, I realize I’m right back where I always wanted to be. By her side. Against all odds, it all worked out.

Chapter 40

Becca

67 Days Dead

Climbing the ladder, Stasi and I set up a cozy little spot on the roof. Crawling onto the quilt, we lay side by side, looking up at the crescent moon and the scatter of stars that are still visible beyond the streetlights.

The afterlife has changed my perspective on the world, the possibilities narrowing down to the confines of this house. And while I still might mourn the loss of my life and my family, I feel pretty lucky to have ended up here with Stasi of all people. I shun the thoughts of what things could be like if I was stuck here by myself, completely isolated, or with someone I didn’t trust. Eternity is a long time, and I get to spend it with the woman I love.

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