Page 148 of Like A Moth To A Flame

There was something wrong with me, something twisted and evil that needed to be stamped down. I shouldn’t be so excited. I shouldn’t have already been rock hard and aching by the time I popped the button on my jeans and released my monstrous nature out into the world, but here it was, and there was no denying it.

Pressing her down into the dirt with one hand, I used the other to pull at the zipper of her pants until it was down just enough that I could yank the denim down her thighs, her panties coming with them. My eager little girl wrapped her thighs around my waist, pulling me down on top of her to shield her body from the cold, and when she did, I plunged inside of her, forcing her open with my cock until I was forced in up to the hilt and there was no telling where she ended and I began.

The first time I’d fucked her, it had been too tight—too small for everything I had to offer. But over the last month, I’d carved my name across her walls, and now I was content with the knowledge that she would never fit anyone else the way she fit me. She was made for me and me alone, and the thought almost made me explode on the spot.

I rocked against her, and her head fell back to the earth beneath her, her perfect lips falling open in a silent sound.

I didn’t want her quiet. I wanted her moaning—screaming so loud that anyone in earshot would spread rumors about the haunting at the cemetery.

My little banshee.

Her hands hooked into claws, grappling for my shoulders, for something to hold on to. I gave it to her, entwining my fingers between hers and pinning her hands to the ground above her head.

“Good girl. Look at you, you take me so well,” I whispered to her, and I watched her eyes flash open, looking up at me with that same wide-eyed innocence she’d given me the first time. Good, I hoped she never lost it. I hoped being able to defile her every time would tame the beast inside of me.

I drove into her again, slamming into her so forcefully that I felt her hips rock into the dirt, and she gasped. I’d leave an imprint of her body on his gave, and when the flowers grew in the dent her ass left behind, I’d laugh.

“Harder,” she pleaded, her arms wrapping around my neck and pulling me down, dragging me out of my thoughts until I could only focus on her.

So I did. It only took a moment, but I found a rhythm we could dance to, pushing against her as she stared into my eyes, and just like I’d hoped, her voice rose into a fever pitch until the sound of her lust echoed across the rippling fields and through the trees that led to the house we’d make a home.

“T-Tommy! Tommy, fuck. Fuck, harder. D-don’t—”

Reaching up, I pressed the palm of my hand against her lips, silencing her, my fingernails pushing indents into her cheeks. I watched the fear rise in her eyes, only a little, before her lust won the battle.

“No, no. You wanna be my good little girl? Hmm? You want him to see how you’ve been violated? Do you want him to see that you have a new daddy now? Someone to properly take care ofyou? Don’t you, Little Moth? Show me. Show me who your favorite daddy really is.”

She nodded, her breath coming in muffled bursts against my hand, and when I released her, she didn’t disappoint.

“Fuck, Daddy! F-fuck. Yes! Gonna m-make me c-cum. Shit!” She was panting, her words slipping from between pillow-soft lips that quivered with every syllable she spoke. “F-fill me up, daddy. Please? Show me that I’ve been a good girl. Just for you, daddy.”

I nearly lost it right then and there.

Why was I like this?

Fucking her on her father’s grave while she called me daddy shouldn’t have made me act like this, but I never claimed to be a pious man.

Somehow, I managed to hold on until I felt her walls clench around me, and I pushed myself up, straightening against her as I never stopped the pummeling of my hips. With shaking fingers, I spread her thighs, looking between us and watching as my cock spread her open.

It was a beautiful sight, but it was the thing that ultimately ruined me.

I watched my cock twitch and pulse as I reached my peak, and I filled her—just as she asked.

When I was spent and finally caught my breath, I carefully pulled out of her and watched the evidence leaking out of her abused hole, running in beaded lines down the curve of her beautiful ass.

Momentarily, I felt a bit guilty for the mess I made, then I remembered that it had been her idea the whole time.

Maybe my good girl wasn’t so good after all.

And I liked it.

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Repose, my love, I’ve sinned enough for the both of us

Moth

Days turned into weeks, then months, and before I knew it, the first snowflakes danced from the sky. After the day in the graveyard, he’d taken me to the courthouse, and now I had a ring on my finger, a gleaming white gold band with seven diamonds. We only told Amelia, who had moved in by then, taking my dad’s old bedroom, and she and Carl came with us as we said our vows. Amelia cried, and Carl held her as she did. It was beautiful, if not small. It was a nice, quiet night. I felt content for the first time in a long time.

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