Page 38 of Seven Graves

He finally pushed back in, farther this time and I turned my head, burying my face into the carpet.

I think I accidentally synced my breathing with every push and pull out of me, until I felt him bottom out and go as still as death when his hips met my trembling ass.

If he meant what he told me when he said he loved as hard as he fucked, then he gave me a five second chance to change my mind about it when he pulled back and slammed into me, hard enough for me to get rug burn on my forehead and scream into this old musty carpet.

The Executioner

Most people believe in God, or in something like it. I’m a superstitious lad, and I was brought up knowing that no matter what I chose to believe, I’d never be worthy of a fucking blessing. I’m sure as shit not worthy of this one.

She feels so fucking good.

She’s a bit reluctant to admit tonight that she’s been trying to convince herself she’s not playing this game just as hard as I am.

And it’s fine. She doesn’t have to say it, her gushing tight cunt has done all that talking for her…

but I still want her to. I’ve played these carefully hidden cards cunningly thus far, and I think she’s finally starting to get it.

If she wants to come, she’ll have to plead the fifth, and it looks like I’m gonna have to fuck it out of her.

Her neglected little pussy has a death grip on my cock, and I had to take a second to have a silent pep talk with it so that I didn’t prove myself to be a two-pump-chump and sabotage this whole thing for both of us.

Sinking into her was better than I could have anticipated, and I’m giving myself the excuse that my reason for almost shooting cum out of her nose is due to how positively flawless she is.

How she’s gone this long without some asshole seeing what I see, is a fucking mind-bending mystery to me.

They’ll never know after tonight. She gave me a light as green as Ireland, and I’m about to fucking destroy her.

Brand her from the inside out. Fill that snatch up with a load of possible social security numbers…

I’m losing focus…

My hips are moving of their own accord, folding into the music of every strangled scream she’s making now, and the rhythm of the way my hip bones slap against her perfect arse.

I’ll be taking that soon, too. I made that decision as soon as she reached back and showed me that tight little hole.

She’s taking every inch of this cock like such a good girl, and not once since I started annihilating her, has she seemed like she’s not enjoying every second of it.

I slowed down, making sure she felt my piercing she’s been so curious about, dragging across every spot that made her entire body shudder.

Her skin has a thin sheen of sweat blooming over it, and I slid a hand through it, trailing across a line of script tattooed down her spine.

It’s in Latin, I think, and I have no idea what it says, but I’m finding it hard to notice a single thing about this woman that doesn’t make me wanna bite a chunk out of her.

Maybe that’s why she calls me Hannibal. I smiled to myself, jerking loose one of the straps and pulling out while I flipped her onto her back.

“You had enough, Little Viper? Or are we still hungry?” Her chest is heaving, and I know she can tell I’m grinning under this mask. Her eyes trailed down my chest, and lingered on the cock I’m gripping, stroking myself while she fights that war that’s raging in that pretty head.

“I fucking hate you,” she huffed. I underestimate her.

I really fucking do. She raised her knees, spreading her legs and used the hand I freed to slide down her body, through that slit, and settled around her clit while she knocked my chess piece over and started playing with herself. “Who’s hungry now , asshole?”

Me…goddamn, it’s me.

My throat bobbed and I watched her, eyes locked on mine while my attention darted from her fingers, back to her face, like I couldn’t decide which one to devour.

“Cute, baby…what else ya got?” Play with me, Viper .

She sank two tattooed fingers inside that pussy and didn’t bother to take it slow.

My cock is so fucking hard it hurts. Every wet sound of her cunt made me wanna cover her in cum—and then she let her head fall back, moaning.

I jerked the open jumpsuit off my shoulders, and she raised her head, pulling her fingers out and sitting up.

She made an attempt to raise them up to her open mouth and I snatched her wrist, stopping her.

“What’s the matter, Irishman? Not what you asked for?”

I ripped the mask off, my sweaty hair falling over my brow as I leaned forward and sucked both her fingers into my mouth.

Now, she’s getting all of me. And she’ll fucking lose this game tonight.

I grabbed her throat, crashing my mouth into hers and letting her taste herself on my tongue while I forced her backward.

My other hand grabbed the underside of her thigh, flattening the side of it against the floor so that her lower half was turned at an angle that had me at the perfect advantage to slam back into her without warning.

I swallowed down that yelp, smiling against her while my hand squeezed around her pale throat.

It’s not a secret that I’ve wanted her. I’m not the least bit ashamed to admit it.

I’d sing it for her if she asked me to, but this? This she’s making me work for.

Noted.

I’m relentlessly fucking her. The hearse is having its parking brake tested.

Hope it holds out. I finally loosened my grip and pulled away from her mouth enough to let her take in some oxygen…

she’ll need it after all, if I’m gonna have my win.

I breathed in the sweat of her neck, running my tongue along her jawline while my hips drove into her body.

She’s tightening up around me and I know she’s close. I am too.

“Tell me who’s gonna make you come, pet…

” I ground out, barely able to catch my breath while her tits jerked across her chest between us.

My teeth grazed her skin, and I picked a spot to bite down, nearly crashing the fuck out when she gasped, choking on a ragged moan.

“Tell me…” She trembled when I slowed, edging her, and the growl that rumbled in her throat drove a wicked smile to my mouth as it kept its hold on her neck.

I felt fire on the back of one of my shoulders when her free hand clawed at my sweaty back, instantly tightening my nuts. Fuck, she plays a real good game.

“Don’t you dare ,” she rasped out, breathing harshly in my ear.

“Careful,” I hissed, reveling in the pain as her nails dug through my skin.

“Might go before you do if you keep that up.” Her waist struggled under me, and she made a good effort to find her own angle, but I shifted my weight, anchoring her to the floor.

It’s over. I’m about to make her forfeit and admit she’s fucking mine.

I grabbed both sides of her face, curling over her and pressing my slick forehead against hers.

“Look at me, Seven Grey.” I have her attention now.

She won’t slide but so far with that other arm still tethered to the floor.

“Tell me who’s makin’ you beg, lass. Tell me the name of the son of a bitch that’s about to fuck the life out of you until your pussy’s leakin’ with his unborn.

” I drove into her with everything I had, tracing her open mouth with my lips while she buried her nails as deep as we just buried that fucking body , into my skin.

She wrapped her sweaty legs around my back and almost wept while I fucked her harder.

“Say it, baby…what’s his fucking name …”

“Malek…”

I felt my cock start to pulse, the base of my spine tingling and I groaned against her chin.

“Say it again. Louder .” She did…practically screaming it while she came around me.

Her body completely locked around mine, a fistful of my hair in her grip.

But I have to say, I didn’t expect the next three words that came out of that filthy smart mouth.

“Come in me…”

It was definitely the flame that lit the fuse.

After one last punishing thrust, I fucking exploded .

I think I’d already planned to do exactly that, but hearing her demand what she definitely earned was the bonus I didn’t realize I needed after taking everything I’ve been wanting from her.

Some inhumane, guttural noise tore outta me, almost fucking embarrassing, but I glanced at her face, ready to bite that moment of weakness, only to see her eyes roll back and send her right back over the edge.

She likes it…very interesting…

I’m so high on this fucking woman right now, I don’t have a clue how long it’ll take me to calm down.

I know we don’t have long. Bathing in somebody’s blood used to feel this good…

but I find myself wondering if anything could ever top the past few hours of my life in this rutting cemetery with the absolute angel to my chaotic brand of darkness.

The Mortician

The last twenty minutes have been a complete blur.