Page 25 of Misery Manor

“I told you I like when you beg.”

She smacks my arm and tries to grind on me again, but I pull back farther.

“Gavin, please,” she whines.

I smirk at the desperation in her voice. My cock plunges so deep inside her this time that I'm sure I hit her cervix, but she doesn’t seem to notice because her eyes roll back in ecstasy.

The two of us lay there in Jamal’s blood, grabbing at each other while I pound into Aliyah.

Her heels dig into my ass painfully, a silent plea to keep going, to stay buried inside of her until we’re both completely spent.

“Harder, Gavin,” she breathes, digging her nails into the soft pads of my hips.

Settling onto my knees, I pull back out briefly before slamming back into her. Aliyah cries out, and for a moment I’m worried I've hurt her, but then her head falls back as she moans to the ceiling.

“Oh, God, yes!” she shouts, moving her hips move in tandem with mine.

The two of us continue ravishing each other, so caught up in the pure bliss of the moment that we don’t even care that we’re still rolling around in Jamal’s blood.

Aliyah’s pussy clenches deliciously around my cock, and I know she’s about to come in a minute.

“Give it to me, baby,” I growl against her neck as I pound into her. “Show me how good I'm making you feel.”

Almost instantaneously, her back arches off the floor and her eyes roll back as she climaxes. That undoes me, and we both come together. It feels like my whole dick unloads inside her with how much cum shoots out, and there’s so much of it that I can feel it sliding out.

Shit, I forgot to put on a condom.

My arms give out and I roll onto the floor next to Aliyah. I intertwine my fingers with hers, and the two of us lie there for what feels like hours just staring at each other. It sounds weird as fuck, but words can’t describe how it feels when she looks at me the way she does.

Like I’m her savior, her protector.

I’m so deep in my own thoughts of her that her question genuinely shocks me.

“You mentioned earlier that you had a wife,” she says carefully.

Shit… I knew she’d ask me about that sooner or later, I was just kind of hoping she’d forget about it.

Even though it’s not a question, I nod anyway.

Removing her hand from mine, she slips off her engagement ring and wedding band and tosses them onto Jamal’s corpse.

That was intense, even for me.

“Was it that girl upstairs?” I don’t miss the hint of jealousy in her tone.

“No, little one,” I reassure her.

“And you’re not still married, right?” she asks.

“Widowed, actually,” I respond somberly.

Her eyes soften. “Do you mind if I ask what happened?”

I shake my head. “She was murdered by someone I considered a friend. Her name was Laura; we’d been together since high school and ended up marrying right after our college graduation. Things were going great until a few years later when I found out my best friend had been in love with her for a long time. He got angry that his feelings weren’t reciprocated, and he killed her one night while I was at work. I came home to find her lying on the floor in a pool of her own blood and him next to her with a gunshot wound to the head.”

Aliyah reaches out and caresses my arm in comfort.

“He’d stabbed her over sixty times. I could have gone to the police—should have—but I already had a record and I couldn’t risk going back to prison. I panicked and ran. Instead of getting justice for my wife’s murder, I fled like a coward because I didn’t want to be blamed for her death. But that’s what happened, anyway, because my face was plastered all over the news. I had to grieve my wife’s death while in hiding.