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Determined to come first and leave her needy little cunt throbbing and yearning for release, I slam into her harder and faster. Fuck, she is so tight. My balls tighten as the familiar sensation begins to move down my spine.
“You will take all of it. Do you understand? Every fucking drop will stay inside your used pussy,” grunting as my orgasm hits me. Fallon breathlessly answers, “Yes. Please, Merrick, fill my used pussy. Cum inside of me.”
Ropes of my cum fill her, coating her cunt as I continue to work myself through my release. Chasing my orgasm, I don’t let up. I can faintly hear the sound of my pelvis slapping against her skin, my hands still holding her waist to maintain control. Throwing my head back, “Fucking take it. Take it, you stupid little girl. You should have never come here. When you walk back to the house later, all you will feel is my cum dripping out of your pathetic pussy and regret filling your brain.”
Thrusting into her one last time, my orgasm subsides. If my heart functioned, it would be racing and I would be out of breath. Perks of being a ghost, I suppose.
I pull out of her, letting go of her waist and see my cum already running down her leg. Fucking perfect.
Knowing she hasn’t cum brings a satisfied smile to my face.
I pull my pants up and tuck myself back in, and she begins to do the same.
Neither of us speaks, until Fallon turns her head over her shoulder. “This is never happening again.”
“It will if I say it will.” I assure her before disappearing.
Stupid little girl, I will always make the rules.
Chapter14
Fallon
Merrick hasn’t shown up to torture or make me regret coming here in a few days. I ended up finishing myself off in the shower the other night after he denied my orgasm. Joke’s on him. Aside from the glares I get from Joanie each time we pass or barely interact, it’s been nice. I never thought I would say that about Port Canyon.
I’ve taken Harper’s advice, and each chance I get, I am out in the graveyard. Instead of fighting my fate, I’ve decided to accept it. There is no escape. While it looks very appealing to sit here and be miserable about, instead I am going to try to befriend some ghosts.
Joanie is usually done for the day in the mid-afternoon, so she doesn’t suspect anything. I wait and go in the evenings. The last thing I need is her finding out and adding more rat poison to my meals.
The sun has set, and the bright moon is helping to illuminate the graveyard along with some garden lights that are placed along the path. The past couple of nights, no one has come out, but I will not lose hope. I’m new to them. I'm sure they're as nervous as I am.
Wandering around the mausoleum, I run my hand along the rough surface of chipped stone and moss. It’s beautiful in the night light.
I am about to move my hand off of it and my fingers catch on a ridge. As cold as the stone is, this is even cooler. I use both hands to clear the spongy, damp moss away. A dull bronze plaque appears under it withKnightengraved into it.
This is the family mausoleum.
Shocked, I step back.
My hands go to my chest. Eyes are wide.
I've gone from having no family to having them all here right in front of me. The feeling is overwhelming. One of the first thoughts I have is that I need to bring dad here. He needs to be with his family. Not held up in the house that he desperately escaped.
“Darling, you know what they say. If a boy picks on you, it means he likes you.”
The older female voice catches me by surprise.
Turning to the direction it came from, I don’t see anyone. “Hello?”
Coming out from behind a gravestone, an older lady with short black hair, a delicate and kind looking face and wearing a vintage-looking white lace dress, walks towards me.
“Merrick. That boy… He likes you, darling. That boy hasn’t batted an eye at anyone in all his days here. Until you.” She tells me.
I laugh at the outrageous statement, “Thank you for thinking so, but I assure you, he gets off on the torture.” The lady shakes her head at me. “Ah, denial doesn’t look good on you. But you seem to know that. We appreciate you wanting to spend time with us. You are the next keeper, so it’s important we trust each other. We can tell you're genuine. We feel it. Your aura is pure. Unlike your grandmother. She is unkind to us and expects us to worship her. She believes without her, we would be doomed. But really, without us, she would be doomed. Her purpose would not exist. We coexist, like you both do in the main house.”
I’m taken aback. How does she know that?
“We do not violate your privacy, Ms. Fallon. But we have seen your interactions and they are not kind ones. She resents you. For her and coming here. She knows you will take her place. She will murmur unkind things while here. The legacy is a privilege. She believes it is her right. It has consumed her and has turned her into a hateful woman.”
