Page 44 of Grave Intentions

I let out a harsh breath as pleasure coils in my gut. I'm close now, so fucking close. I tighten my grip on my cock, pumping it harder, faster. I bite my lip to stifle my moans, not wanting to wake her. I want to come all over her perfect tits, cover her in my cum, and then wake her up to lick me clean.

The image is too much, and I lose control, bucking my hips as I shoot rope after rope of hot cum into the air. It lands on her chest, a pearlescent streak against her creamy skin. I let out a shuddering breath, my body trembling with the force of my release.

I look down at her, my heart pounding in my chest. Lena moves, a soft sound escaping her throat. And then she simply turns over, continuing to sleep. She always could sleep fucking deeply.

She'll wake up with my cum on her chest, and that thought alone has my dick twitching with anticipation. It's wrong, I know, but I can't resist marking her. She's mine, and I need her to know it—to feel it. I want her to wake up and wonder who was in her room, touching her while she slept. The power of that thought has me gripping my throbbing cock.

I spot a pen and paper on her desk and move towards it. My hand shakes slightly as I scribble a note, the letters intentionally messy and unrecognizable. "You're so fucking beautiful. Lookwhat you do to me." My cock jerks at the thought of her reading those words.

I glance around her room, my gaze landing on her dresser. That's when the idea comes to me. I open the top drawer and sift through her things until I find what I'm looking for—a small, instant camera. I smirk, already knowing what I'll capture with it.

With swift, deliberate movements, I snap a photo of my cock. It's still hard and leaking, ready to explode all over her again. I place the Polaroid with the note, ensuring it's visible, knowing the mystery will torment her.

Standing over her, I yearn to touch her one more time. I lean down, my lips ghosting over her ear. "You're mine, Lena," I whisper. “And I will haunt you to your grave if that’s what it takes to keep you close.”

Then, I leave her room, my heart pounding with anticipation. I can't wait for her to wake up and discover what I've done. The thought of her confusion, the stir of unwanted—or secretly wanted—desire, makes my chest tighten. She won't know who did this... for now. But one day, she'll figure it out. She'll realize it was me all along, and by then, she'll be mine, too obsessed and hooked on me to do anything but succumb.

29

LENA

Iwake up feeling rested, the nightmare of my fiancé, David, fading from memory. But as I stretch, something feels off. I look down and see a crusty white substance on my chest. My heart lurches as the realization hits.

“Oh my God,” I whisper, my eyes widening. Dried cum. How did I not wake up? I look over at the other side of the bed, but David’s not there. I check the time. Almost seven a.m. I sit up, anger and disgust swirling in my stomach.

How could he?

I get up, the sheet pooling around my waist, and spot something on the desk. Cautiously, I walk over, my eyes narrowing at the sight before me. There’s a note, and next to it, an instant photo. My breath catches as I see a large, erect cock, the edges of my desk visible in the background.

I pick up the note, my hands shaking.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. Look what you do to me.”

My eyes dart back to the photo, and I realize with a sickening lurch that it’s not David in the picture. This guy’s cock is thicker and much longer. Slowly, the implications sink in.

Someone broke into my home and masturbated over me while I slept. I back away, my heart pounding. Who would dothis? How did they get in? Questions swirl in my mind, but one nameless, faceless man permeates my thoughts.

The masked man.

A chill runs down my spine as I reflect on the mysterious stranger at the club. His protective demeanor. The way he pulled me close, grinding against me.And why the fuck does it make my pussy wet?

I can’t tear my eyes away from the photo. My cheeks flame with embarrassment, even as my body betrays me. I squeeze my thighs together, my breath quickening. God, this is so wrong.

The stranger’s cock is thick and veined. I swallow hard, biting my lip as my eyes flick back to the note.You’re so fucking beautiful.

My phone buzzes, interrupting my disturbed thoughts. It’s David.Staying at Pete’s this weekend. Won’t be back til Sunday night.

Relief floods me. At least I don’t have to deal with him until tomorrow night. I set the phone down, my gaze returning to the photo. Part of me wants to throw it away, disgusted and appalled by this violation of my privacy. But another part...

I lie back on the bed, reaching into the nightstand for my vibrator. My heart is pounding as I turn it on, closing my eyes as the familiar buzz fills the room. It’s wrong, so wrong, but I can’t stop thinking about that cock.

The vibrating toy reaches my clit, and my hips buck slightly as I press it against myself. I’m already wet, and the sensation sends a shiver through me. With my free hand, I pick up the photo, staring at it as I slowly circle my clit.

In my mind, I imagine it’s not the vibrator touching me but him. His thick cock, sliding between my thighs. Pushing inside me. Claiming me. My breath hitches as I let out a soft moan, my hips moving involuntarily. The vibrator slips inside me, and I arch my back, biting my lip to stifle another moan.

I’m so wet, so ready, and my mind is filled with images of him. The stranger. His strong arms pull me close, grinding against me to that primal beat. And in my fantasy, the man behind the mask is Talon. The only man I’ve ever wanted.

My fingers tighten around the vibrator as I move it in and out, faster now. My breathing becomes ragged as I picture the stranger above me, his cock thrusting into me.

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