I repositioned myself, taking hold of my cock and lining it up with her pussy. Despite the anger on her face, she was soaked. “I’m taking my third shot,” I said as I slowly entered her.
“You know, I can revoke consent at any time. Dubcon only exists in fiction.”
Her words contradicted her body. As I sank into her, she arched her hips to assist me.
“Fine. Stop me, then, Final Girl.” I thrust, eliciting a cry so loud I almost came just from the sound. I molded her breasts under my palms and leaned down, taking a pebbled nipple between my lips, grazing it with my teeth. Slowly, I began to fuck her. I wanted to take this painfully slow. We weren’t finished until I decided I’d fully proved my point—despite this being a temporary thing, she didn’t want it to end. I needed her to come again and again and beg for me, like I’d been begging for her.
“Sebastian,” she moaned. “You’re the devil.”
Her hands went to my shoulders, running down my back. Her fingers sent shivers through me as she pushed me closer against her and wrapped her legs around my hips.
“Maybe, but you don’t seem to be upset about it. I’d almost say you’re enjoying all this sin.”
Our tongues intertwined in a dance so delicious I never wanted it to stop. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a small throw pillow. Reluctantly, I pulled my face from hers and, remaining inside her, sat up and leaned over to grab it.
“What are you doing?” she asked as I encouraged her to lift her hips. I moved the pillow into place, and she eyed me curiously until I began thrusting again. Her eyes widened at the new position. Her lips fell open in a soft O, and her pussy clenched around me, preparing to explode.
I ran my hands down her body, stopping at her lower belly. Gently, I pushed.
“Seb—oh my... Oh, my God.”
Her eyes slid up, and then...
Her body gave way to pleasure. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her release soaked the pillow underneath her. A slow grin spread over my face as she unraveled around me, drenching my cock, her sheets, and my soul.
“There we go, Final Girl. See, it can be like that every night. All you have to do is stay.”
I let her come down and then resumed my rhythm.
“You make it sound so easy.” She sighed, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me to her. Her body was eager for more, and I was more than willing to get her to a second orgasm.
“Isn’t it?” I asked.
“I wish it were, Psycho Killer.”
Evie was rocked by another sudden orgasm, and it gave me chills. I wasn’t lying. I always wanted it to be like this with us. And it could be. With every thrust inside her, I planned a part of our lives.
Red carpet events.
Move in together.
Family photos with the pups.
Family movie nights.
My brain froze, and my balls tightened. Her pussy was contracting with another orgasm, finally sending me into mine. I pumped into her, giving her every drop of my seed. It felt glorious—marking her, claiming her, making her mine.
Even for just a little bit.
Rolling over, I pulled her into my arms and stared up at the ceiling. I listened to our heavy breathing, steading myself.
How had this happened? One moment I was on top of the world, having gotten a movie green-lit and about to make millions. The next, I was planning my wedding and what to name our future children. Children? Where the fuck did that come from? I tried to push the thoughts away, but suddenly, the idea of a family with Evie didn’t sound too bad. Could I be a true family man? Did I want that?
With her I did.
Which meant if I wanted that future, I needed to do everything in my power to make sure we had that opportunity. She was my forever Final Girl.
It was getting harder to cover things up. And now, her agent had been killed? Fred had known what we were doing before he died, so I was sure he’d told the others. Hodder, Englund, and Bradley. The guy who owned every good property around here, the studio executive, and the man who was basically Oprah.
