Page 16 of Headless Hollow

Lining himself up with my pussy he ran his hard cock up and down, soaking himself and driving me out of my mind. My arms gave out as he thrust into me and drove all the air from my lungs.

“Oh my god, Branson, please….”

“Please, what?” He pulled out and slammed into me again. “You want to come?” I nodded and bit my lip, my body already on edge and craving the sweet release. “Then rub that little clit. I want to see you make yourself come all over my cock.”

Sliding my hand down, I rubbed in little circles. Branson suddenly pulled out, grabbed the small piece of lacy material, and yanked hard. My panties tore in two, creating a large hole right down the center.

“That’s better,” he said and slammed back into me, making me cry out. “You’re a fucking sight.” My whole body moved in time with him, my breasts bouncing and the cool air of my office prickling the tips. “Get back to rubbing that pussy.”

Letting go of the edge of the desk, I did as he told me and furiously worked my clit as he pushed deeper with every thrust until I was mindlessly yelling his name. The cliff was right there, and my body raced toward the steep drop. He hit my g-spot just right, and my back arched off the desk as I came, my pussy tightening around his hard shaft.

“That’s so fucking good. Good girl, Izzy, soak my cock. I want you dripping all over the floor. You’ll never walk in here again without thinking and craving to have me fuck you again.” His pace was relentless, and every breath I took ended on a whimper.

Pulling out again, he brought me with him off the desk and sat me on my feet. His expression was dark in contrast to the sweet and funny guy I knew, but I loved both sides of his personality. Turning me around, he hauled me back against his chest, his cock pressed right into my ass, and I squirmed with the delicious feeling. Wrapping his hand around my throat, he squeezed, cutting off most of my air supply, as his other hand slipped into my still throbbing pussy.

“That’s it…fuck my fingers,” he growled into my ear. His breath was hot on my skin, and it felt like it was going to sear right off my bones. Bucking my ass back and forth, I rubbed on his fingers and savored the feel of his cock and how he groaned in my ear. I was so close again, and my pussy tightened. “Good girl, you’re close,” Branson said, taking his fingers from my pussy and holding them to my mouth. I opened, and he shoved them in, making me suck my juices off.

“Bend over,” he ordered, and I laid over the desk, the metal cold against my sensitive nipples and making me shiver, but the shock was replaced with a scream as he grabbed my hips and thrust into me. There was no holding still or getting used to him this time. Branson pistoned in and out as our bodies slapped together. I grabbed at my desk, my nails scraping along the metal. “Come for me again. I want your pussy to crave my cock. I want you dripping wet for me as soon as you see me, understood,” he said. I nodded, unable to form a coherent thought beyond the tight rope of pleasure and aching he created.

The desk pressed harder into my legs with each thrust as it squeaked, moving slowly across the floor. Branson made an aggravated noise, but as soon as the desk couldn’t go any further, he picked up speed to a blinding pace.

“Fuck! Yes…please don’t stop,” I yelled as I came harder than I knew was possible. Nothing else existed, and everything in the world was wiped away as my mind and body narrowed in on this singular moment.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, ah….” Branson pulled me hard as he pushed in and then held still as he came. I could picture the exquisite look on his face. His expression twisted in pleasure, his body caught in the throws of extreme relief that bordered on something far darker and oh-so satisfying. “I don’t know what you do to me, Izzy, but I feel like a man possessed when I’m near you.”

As he slowly pulled out and helped me to stand, I turned and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Good, that’s how I’ve felt for years. I was so scared to tell you because of the obvious reason, but now I wish I’d said something.”

He smiled, and as he kissed me, I felt it in my heart that we would come out of this okay. We would find a way.

Ten

Izzy

“Oh my god,” Brianna said, and I looked over my shoulder from where I was on my hands and knees. I was finally making headway with the pictures stuck to the floor, but it was taking paint thinner to do it, and I had on goggles, gloves, and a gas mask. I could only imagine what I looked like. Brianna had her arm over her nose as she looked around the room. Luckily, most of the pictures were cleaned up. “What happened in here?”

Standing, I walked out of the office and closed the door. “Might as well let the air exchange do some work,” I said, removing the mask and taking a deep breath as I pulled off the rubber gloves with a snap.

“I don’t know if it was the Horseman, but someone either really loves me or hates me. When I got here this morning, there was a cat locked in here, and I found my office wallpapered from floor to ceiling with images of me. It was lovely.”

“Jesus…I didn’t take him as the stalk you and leave images type, but maybe he’s evolving,” Brianna said as I walked over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water.

“I thought that at first, but it could be that he does this with all his victims. We just never found anything. Maybe he sends one or two messages that people are not picking up on, and then he kills them.” I shrugged.

“I love my work, but this is getting freaky. I found myself looking at job postings last night. Leaving here was something I never thought I’d do. I love it here.” As much as I wanted to tell Brianna about my plan, it was too risky, and better if she didn’t know, just in case. The less she knew, the better. Although, having a contingency plan might not be a bad idea. A folder that showed up at the FBI office if something happened to me and Branson might be for the best. No matter what my gut said, my brain was far more practical and screamed that anything could happen.

“Don’t leave, at least not yet. Give it a couple more weeks and if you still feel that strongly about leaving, I will write you a glowing recommendation.”

Brianna nodded. “I wouldn’t leave that fast, but thank you. So…what did you do with the cat you mentioned?”

“Branson caught him once he was calmed down. With some food and water, he was purring and seemed to fall in love with Branson, so he decided to keep him. Of course, I had to sterilize the entire room while he played with the kitty,” I said, and then bit my lip to keep from bursting out laughing as a whole other image popped into my head. My hysterical laughter would be awkward to explain.

“You’re kidding?”

“Nope. Even named him Gunpowder because he’s this dark, smokey color,” I said and took another sip of water to hide my uncontrollable smile.

“Wait…what was Branson doing here with you?”

“He was dropping me off,” I said, leaving out all the rest from the lights not working to what we did in my office. Branson was right. I was never going to look at my office the same way again. He’d gone from crush to obsession to…well, there was no denying it. Even if I hadn’t said the words, I was hopelessly in love with him.