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Her chest heaved, her skin on fire beneath me, which in turn ignited a fire inside me. That fire only burned brighter when I was with Charlie. Only she could stoke the flames within me, make me want things I’d never wanted before. As ridiculous as I’d found Charlie in the beginning, I adored every part of her now.
Oh, how the tables had turned.
A deep pressure began to build within my lower half, my balls aching as they clenched. My pace grew quicker, and I shoved every inch of my cock into that cunt, as much as her body could handle. Over and over, I couldn’t let up, not with my own release so close I could taste it. I held myself over her using my forearms, my hips doing all the work.
And then it came. Heat exploded inside me, pleasure sweeping through my body and touching every nerve. I jerked upward, spearing her with my cock as its length twitched and erupted inside her core. Cum filled her, my seed coating her inner walls.
Fuck. I could keep going.
So, after some not so long deliberation, that’s exactly what I did.
Hey, Charlie was skipping class today. Had to make it worth it, didn’t I? Otherwise she might as well have gotten up out of this bed and gone to class just a little late.
Charlie had no complaints. She didn’t tell me to stop, not even as I pulled out of her and rolled her over to her stomach. She did let out the breathiest sound I’d ever heard in my life when I pushed into her cunt from behind and filled that sweet, delicious pussy once again. With my cum coating her inner walls, she was even wetter now, and her core took my length like a champ.
I fucked her this way, then I fucked her doggie style. I had her every which way I could think of, and the more I fucked her, the more times I came, and the longer I lasted. We were both drenched in sweat, her sheets wet with both our sweat and any juices that might’ve leaked out of her sweet pussy.
I held her close as I fucked her, never wanting to let her go. I wasn’t expecting this to happen. I sure as hell didn’t want this to happen, but life never took what you wanted in consideration. Fate had other things in store for me in the name of Charlie Mulanie.
She was mine. No other man on this planet would ever dare to claim she belonged to them.
Charlie didn’t have a clock in her room, so when we were both tired and my cock was spent, when her body was so full of cum she couldn’t possibly hold another ounce, we lay in her bed together, our legs tangled in the sheets. Cuddling, basically, but I was a man so I didn’t use that word.
As she cuddled against my chest—dammit, I used the fucking word—her breathing slowed. I thought maybe she’d fallen asleep, but she spoke, “What did you do? How did you…”
She didn’t finish the question, but I knew what she was trying to ask. I had an arm draped around her back, and I absentmindedly drew shapes on her soft skin. “Do you really want to know?”
Her answer came immediately, “No.” That’s what I thought. “You were gone for a whole day. Is that all you did?”
“Well, had to make it look natural. Like he decided to leave on his own. Things take time, Charlie, when you want to do them right. Plus, I wanted him to feed my field—”
“Your field?”
Charlie knew what I was and what I’d done, but she didn’t know specifics. She didn’t know my ritual or what I did with the bodies that were mine. She didn’t know I had a field dedicated to the rotting of corpses.
Was it too much for her to know? Would she start to get squeamish and decide she didn’t love me anymore? The idea that logic would finally return to her and she’d realize how stupid falling in love with a serial killer was always remained, a worry in the back of my head.
“Yeah,” I told her. “My field. It’s not close, in case you were wondering. It’s a bit of a drive. Then I had to dig something up, ditch the truck, and find a way back. Getting a ride from there to here wasn’t exactly cheap, but don’t worry, I can pay you back for everything now.”
She was quiet for a while, but then she asked, “Does this have anything to do with that bag in the kitchen?”
I smiled to myself. “Yes, it does.”
“Is there a bunch of money in it?”
“Yes, there is.”
“Are you one of those weirdos who doesn’t have a bank account?”
“Ouch,” I joked. “And no, I’m not one of those weirdos. I had a checking account, thank you very much. It was required for my job, back before I was a wanted man. I just kept it very low. Used it to pay my bills, and I’d withdraw the rest. Anytime I got a bit saved up, I added it to the stash.”
“The stash,” Charlie echoed, nuzzling against me. “Is that what you call it?”
“Technically a getaway bag, but stash works just as well.” When you were a serial killer like me, you had to have a plan. In Eastcreek, I’d been content with eventually getting caught, as long as I took down that Montgomery girl. Now, things were obviously different, but before Eastcreek, when I was out on my own—save for the times my cousin was with me—I had that stash buried where I could get to it easily if my house and my name was compromised.
Charlie asked, “How much do you have in your stash?”
“Let’s just say there’s enough that I don’t have to live in the treehouse anymore.” Well, I would have to until I found a place, but it would keep me going for a while. I didn’t know exactly what I’d do yet, but I’d figure something out. Find someone who could make me a fake ID, get a job that paid under the table—surprisingly easy to do when you were a contractor.
