Page 22 of Morally Grey

His fingertips dig into my ass, and his grunts and groans make the walls of my pussy spasm and tighten. His hand drops between us, and he rubs my clit in tight circles. Fuck, it’s electric. The pleasure vibrates the length of my spine as he brings me close to another orgasm.

“I want you to come on my cock again, little psycho. Squeeze every drop from a killer’s dick.”

His fingers work me until I rocket skyward. I scream out as more inhuman sounds wrench from me. My eyes clamp shut,and I lose all control of my body. Every muscle tightens and tenses and pulls a groan from him. He’s coming too, and the stuttering roughness of his hips intensifies.

I’ll get off to this moment for many nights to come.

We finally stop coming, and he pulls his twitching dick from me, then raises the mask. He kisses me as if he’s been waiting this entire time to do exactly that. As if he didn’t want to ruin this moment by shedding his dark identity.

“What were you thinking about before?” he asks, his wet cock resting against my pussy.

“What it will be like when you leave,” I whisper.

He sighs and strokes my hair, and yes, he’s firmly out of his morally gray role now. “You know we can’t stay together.”

“Why? We’re both killers. What does it matter?”

“Because my murder was very public, and the entire state is looking for me.”

“Based on the internet, the entire world is looking for you, actually. But not in the way you think.”

“Okay, but the people whoaretrying to find me for murder will lead the police right to your door. And because you’re alittle bitpsychotic, you have a body in the backyard. Me staying around isn’t good for either of us. You wanted me to give you something to remember me by, and I did, just as you asked. You will remember my touch. My kiss. My cock. Unless, of course, you think we should stop this now to avoid any further pain.”

“Call me a glutton for punishment, I guess, because I want to eat up every moment of my future pain. Right here. Right now.”

“Then I’ll keep feeding you until you can’t hold another drop of me.” He leans down and kisses me, but another thought circles my brain.

He can’t stay here, but who’s to say I can’t go with him?

I smile and deepen the kiss. Once we have the money, I’ll tell him my plan. I don’t know how he’ll take it. There’s every chancethat the obsession is one-sided and he’s only fucking me as a way to pass the time until he takes off. There’s every chance that he plans to fuck me over once he gets the cash.

For now, I’ll just have to keep trusting him.

Chapter Fourteen

Grey

The past few days have been filled with plans for the upcoming job, but we occasionally take breaks to eat, sleep, and watch the news. And fuck. We make lots of time for that, and I’ve taken Briar in nearly every room of the house at every time of day. The woman has a sexual hunger rivaled by none, and I’m her favorite restaurant, apparently. Which is fine, as she’s become mine as well.

The woman in my grasp has morphed into something different. Something I absolutely cannot kill, even to my own detriment. There’s too much of an understanding between us now. Something deeper than her holding me captive for no reason. I know the reasons now, and instead of pushing me away, they’ve forced me to admit something to myself.

She and I are kindred spirits.

Fate forced our hands, and now we are two pariahs who no longer fit with society. We’re emotionally fucked, for lack of a better term. It’s a shame we can’t stick together after this, but our decision to part ways after we get the money is the right call.

“Looks like you’re capping out at fifty grand,” Briar says as she enters the bedroom with a tray in her hands. She places it on the bed and looks at me. “We’ll get more than that from her safe, right?”

“That bitch probably spent fifty grand on a daily basis,” I say with a scoff. “If we find less than that in the safe, I’ll give it all to you and turn myself in.”

She plucks a strawberry from the tray of fruit and chews it as she mulls over my words. “If it ends up like that, I don’t need all of it. I only need enough to straighten out my mortgage and get ahead. And maybe pay off a little credit card debt. My car was making a funny sound on my way home from work, though...”

“It truly never ends, does it?” I lean forward and grab a few blueberries, then pop them into my mouth. “The bills, I mean. We spend our entire lives owing somebody something.”

My black mask falls into my lap. When I look up at Briar, she’s smirking.

“Grey, it has come to our attention that you have a past due balance. To avoid legal action, please make a deposit at our nearest facility.” She slaps her pussy and smiles at me.

I look down at the mask. It makes everything possible for me, and I can’t fuck her without it. When I wear it, I’m not the man with a dead wife and child. I’m the killer who took down an evil, greedy, abusive woman. Those lifetimes didn’t exist together, so it’s a way to separate myself.

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