Page 283 of Evil Hearts

“Weird way to propose, but yes,” she laughs.

“Set a date, Miss Stein, and I will make you my wife,” I say as I kiss her bottom lip.

“I was joking,” she laughs.

“I wasn’t.”

I unbutton all the buttons on her blouse and peel it off of her small frame. She stands before me and her bra, but I can see her nipples poking through. She’s just as horny as I am. Her face flushes. I don’t think I have ever seen her blush before, but it’s nice to know I can make her do that.

“So do you want to fuck in the office again?”

“Unless you have a better space, then yes.”

“I have an idea,” she purrs.

She grabs my collar and pulls me down the hall and into a room I’ve never been in before. She flicks on the light and smiles at me. We’re in a casket showroom. There are several propped up and a few set up and opened. She leads me to a silvery extra-wide casket.

“What are we doing in here, Frankie?”

“You’re going to fuck me in a casket. That’s what. You want a change of scenery, and I am happy to oblige,” she says as she undresses. My goddess is naked before me. I’ll do my penance later.

Frankie lays down in the oversized casket and spreads her legs. She gestures for me to come over to her. She asked, and she will receive. I undress myself quickly taking everything but my watch off and climb into the bottom of the casket. I kissed the inside of Frankie’s knee before trailing kisses up her thigh into her glistening pussy.

I slowly drag my tongue across her clit. She moans and my cock springs to life. I want her so fucking bad I feel like I’m going to lose my goddamn mind. After she cums on my face, I trail small kisses up her stomach and to her perky breasts.

Tiny, hairline scars catch my eye as I do. Scars I’ve never noticed before. My cock throbs, begging for entrance. I bite her rosy nipple and position myself to thrust. Grabbing the edges of the casket, I slam into her tight, wet pussy. She cries out in pleasure and I maintain my thrust.

She brings her arms above her head to brace her head from knocking against the cushioned heading. I delve so deeply into her so quickly, she nearly loses focus. I bring my left hand down from the side of the casket and to her perfect breast. I pinch her nipple and thrust harder into her. The lid of the casket comesdown and traps my watch. I pull my hand into the pitch-black casket and lean over to her ear.

“You’re mine, Francesca. Say it.”

“Fuck, Victor. I’m yours.”

“Tell me you’ll marry me like the good little slut you are.”

“Yes!” She cries out as an orgasm rips through her body.

I thrust into her and find my release as she clamps down on my cock.

After a moment, she reaches over me and pushes the casket lid open. I’m not fucking done yet.

Frankie turns to her hands and knees. Her ass is poking straight up into the air as she goes to stand up. I thrust into her perfect pussy again and her head drops to the cushion as she lets out a moan.

I fuck her pretty pink pussy until she’s little more than a leaking mess beneath me. Just how I like it. Reaching down, I brush her hair out of her face.

Her whole body freezes. “What is that?”

“What’s what?” I ask, kissing her lower back.

“That tattoo.” Her face drains.

Tattoo? Fuck. My watch. It came off when the lid closed on us. How do I explain this? It’s best to come clean.

“We should talk.”

“I would fucking say so!” She yells as she scrambles out of the casket.

Looking down at my wrist, I sigh. The torch symbol of the church is tattooed on all of us. My watch usually conceals mine. This isn’t how I wanted her to find out.

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