Page 204 of Sincerely, Butterfly

Well, fuck me, this was the shortest game of tag I’ve ever played.

The sound of pounding footsteps has me panicking.

Shit. I don't want them to win already!

I mean, sure, if I get fucked in the end, I’m winning too, but I feel like this would be a waste of a good time to have it end so soon. I feel like they put some thought into this date.

It’s really sweet of them if you think about it. The party, the dance, and now a fun activity we can do together. Something we can bond over, building our connection.

It would be rude of me to make that all end so soon.

I look down and see that I’m standing on a casket.Lovely.

The footsteps grow closer, and I start to panic. Stepping as much to the side as I can, I place my feet on the bars on the side and work on opening it.

“Please be empty, please be empty, please be—” I groan as I manage to open it up, only to find a fully decomposed body. The only thing left behind are the bones. At least there’s no smell. How long has this man been here? “Uh fuck,” I groan and sigh. “Sorry, man.” I slip inside the casket, trying not to think about the fact that I’m cuddling up to the remains of a dead man.Fucking bones!At least there’s no rotting flesh. I’ll take that as a win.

“I’m so sorry,” I apologize, wincing when something stabs me in the ass. “Do you have a boner?” I ask with a giggle. “Get it? BONE-r. Because you're all bones.”

What I’d like to know is… why is there an open grave if this guy has been dead for a long time? My guess is they were digging him up to move him somewhere else.

At the sound of thumping from someone nearby, I slap a hand over my mouth and close my eyes.

I do my best to steady my breathing, not making a sound.

Just when I think they’re gone, a loud bang on the casket has me screaming against my palm just before it opens.

“Oh, fuck,” I whisper as I look up at the masked man looming over me.

“Looks like I’ve found myself a Little Rabbit. Interesting hiding place.” Wesley says. Fuck. He’s found me.

For a second, I think he’s going to demand I get out, grab me, and pull me up, but no.

This crazy fucker opens the casket fully, and then he climbs into the damn casket with me.

I’m too stunned to speak, just gaping at him as he crawls on top of me. “Should I be jealous?” he asks me, cocking his head to the side. “Lying with another man in his eternal resting place?” he tsks. “I’ll have to remind you who you belong to, won’t I?”

Is this happening right now? Or am I dreaming? I have to be dreaming, right?Because there is no fucking way Wesley is adjusting himself over me, and is he…he is not pulling his cock out?!

Holy fuck, he is.

“A bit of a tight fit.” He grabs my leg and pulls it over his waist, then he’s pulling my panties to the side.

I gasp when I feel the blunt tip of his cock pressing against my pussy.

“Shh,” he hushes, holding himself up with one hand and covering my mouth with his other. “Don’t want them to hear us. Not until I’m done with you,” he chuckles.

My eyes roll back as I moan against the palm of his hand when he thrusts forward, his pierced cock stretching me open.

This is so messed up, isn’t it?

So why am I so wet right now?

“That's it,” he grunts as she starts to fuck me in hard, shallow thrusts. “You’re so fucking wet, Little Rabbit. Fucking dripping all over my cock already. Does me fucking you on top of this dead person turn you on?”

I mean, not really. Just him in general does, but I don’t want to ruin the moment.

I whimper, nodding my head as my nostrils flare, struggling to breathe through my nose as pleasure builds insideme.