Page 25 of The Devil in Disguise

Rising back up to my full height, a satisfied smirk pulls at the corners of my lips. In the morning, Brody will find his now returned phone and think it’s just been missing for a few days, none the wiser to the fact that soon the police will be able to pull his phone’s data and see a string of conversations between him and the now missing, presumed murdered, Celeste. The escalation of the text conversation I wrote out on both their phones, the messages I sent back and forth between their phones to make it seem like they planned to to meet up for a kinky time in the woods, and the password protected folder I created on his phone full of pictures of Celeste blindfolded and tied up naked in the woods, should all be more than enough evidence to put him away for a very long time. The underwear will be a fun surprise for either his wife or the cops, whoever finds it first. Thanks to Luke and his obsession with my victim, there will be no body for the cops to find like I’d originally planned, but her DNA on the underwear in his bedroom plus the trail of breadcrumbs I created will lead detectives to the ultimate conclusion that she must have been assaulted and then killed bya deranged psycho. Everything will point them to my pal Brody who will then end up spending a long time in prison while I care for his grieving wife, stuffing her full of my cum until she’s pregnant with my child.

The thought of my goddess swollen and ripe with my child has my cock thickening with anticipation. I know she’s currently on birth control, thanks to fuck-face Brody who’s not ready for kids yet, but a guy can still fantasize, right? I would have tampered with her birth control a long time ago but he still occasionally crawls on top of her and forces his tiny little cock inside her, a fact that makes my fucking blood boil. But soon enough, my beauty will be all mine, and I’ll keep her knocked up for as much of our future as she’ll let me.

Shucking my wet clothes onto the floor, I pull back the covers and climb into bed with my girl. I prop up the pillows so I can comfortably sit with my head leaned against the headboard before pulling her into my lap. She’s completely knocked out and hangs like a dead weight as I carefully place her between my legs with her head resting on my shoulder. Wrapping my arms around her in a tight embrace, I nuzzle my face into the crook of her neck. She smells like spring, fresh and sweet.

“I did it, baby girl.” I lay chaste kisses along her neck and face as we talk. “I took care of everything for us. Pretty soon Brody will be gone, I’ll take Celeste’s job, and we can finally be together.”

Celeste really was the perfect victim. She’s a loner with no family and very few people to care about her disappearance. Her job as the high school business teacher is the perfect in for me to infiltrate my beauty’s life. Next week I start my new job as Celeste’s replacement, and I will finally get my chance to show my girl how perfect we are together while she’s awake. Our late night rendezvous are coming to an end.

Her chest continues to rise and fall steadily and I see hernipples have hardened beneath her shirt. Even unconscious, my girl’s body responds to me with such need.

“Does my good little slut need me to take care of her tonight?” I ask as I let my fingers trace her nipples through her shirt until they become stiff peaks. “Are you eager for our plan to move forward so we can truly be together, sweetheart?”

Slowly pulling her shirt up, I expose her perky tits to me. Fuck, she’s absolutely perfect. The sight has my cock standing at attention. Turning her head slightly against my shoulder so her face is looking at me, I let my lips caress hers. She tastes like sin and sadness and I can’t get enough. But it’s bittersweet. My tongue sweeps through her mouth, grinding into her with desperation that’s never reciprocated. I’m tired of these one way late night sessions. I’m done being her sleeping secret. I want her to be mine and only mine. I crave her desire with every scrap of my sad soul.

My hand snakes down her sleeping form to the top of her cotton underwear. I tease her, running a finger just below the band while sucking and biting on her lips. She moans lightly in her sleep, giving me permission to go further. When I move my hand lower, letting my fingers slide across her pussy lips, I find her wet and waiting.

“So eager for me, my sweet little sleeping beauty,” I whisper against her lips as my finger runs soft circles against her tight little nub at the apex of her thighs.

Shifting her head slightly, I allow her face to fall against my shoulder so I can lick and suck her neck while playing with her pretty little pussy. Just because she’s not conscious for it, doesn’t mean she won’t come for me.

Her breaths start to quicken and small moans leave her soft little lips, letting me know she’s enjoying the pleasure I’m giving her. Leaving her clit, I slide down to her hole and shove a finger deep inside her. Her pussy clenches, desperately holding on tome.

“Don’t worry, baby,” I whisper into her ear as I pump in and out of her slick hole. “I’ll make sure my sleeping beauty is satisfied.”

My cock aches for some attention. It’s red and throbbing and leaking precum. Unable to resist, I grab her tiny little hand in mine and bring it to my dick. Using my hand to move hers, I let her caress my length up and down slowly.

“Fuck princess, you feel so good wrapped around me. So warm, and soft, and mine.”

Moving her hand to quicken her thrusts on my cock, I match the pace with my other hand, pumping in and out of her pussy. The sound of pants and moans and sin fills the emptiness of her dark bedroom.

“That’s it, fuck me with your hand. I’m going to fucking cover you with my cum and you’re going to lick it from your own fingers like a good little slut. So fucking desperate for my cum, sleeping beauty, aren’t you?”

I thrust into her hand at a punishing pace. Adding a second finger inside her, I grind the palm of my hand against her clit. I won’t allow myself to come until after she does. My princess always comes first.

“Come for me, beauty.” I pant desperately into her ear as I curl my fingers inside her.

Her walls contract and her hips lift involuntarily. My girl’s mouth falls open in pure, uncontrollable ecstasy. She’s a vision and I will never feel worthy enough to consume her pleasure, but I’m sure as shit going to spend the rest of my life trying.

“Good girl,” I praise while removing my hand from inside her. “Just like that baby. Fuck! Your hand feels incredible around my dick!”

My balls contract and heat shoots up my spine as my climax rips through me. I grunt as rope after rope of white cum splattersacross my hand, my stomach, and the bedding around us.Shit!I’ve done a lot of fucking lately but nothing compares to my girl. It’s not just sex. It’s our souls and fates further entwined as one.

It takes me several minutes to recover. Finally, my breathing returns to a normal rate and my body relaxes. I let go of my girl’s hand and use my fingers to scoop up some of the spilled cum.

“We wouldn’t want to waste this now would we, pretty girl?”

Using my cum covered fingers, I smear it across her face. Then I scoop up more and slide my hand back inside her underwear, smearing it all over her pussy. I want her to wake up with my cum on both sets of her lips. Satisfied with my painted princess, I gently lift her off me and place her back on her pillow, shifting her to face me. Then I lay my head on the other pillow and turn to face my girl. The pillow smells like fuck-face Brody, which annoys me endlessly, but I try to ignore it. I sit and stare at my love, my goddess, my girl. She’s my past and my present and, as I lay here, I can clearly envision our future. I have no idea how long I remain wrapped in a fantasy.

And then I hear the door slam downstairs. Fuck-face is home, which is my cue to leave, for now. Soon he will be gone though, and she will be all mine.

EPILOGUE

LUKE

Today was long. Too fucking long. I hadn’t planned on working late but the negotiation I was in took way longer than expected. Fucking weird ass suburbanites and their insistence on negotiating who would get each of their house plants in the divorce.Who argues about house plants?If the husband—ex-husband—wasn’t paying me a shit ton of money I would have shot both the idiots in their skulls rather than listen to them drone on and on about their fucking ferns. But the money was good, and he’s a powerful man. It’ll be good to have him in my corner.

“I’m home!” I shout as I close the front door behind me.

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