EroticReverie

Magdalena …two days later 

All my stuff is in his apartment. Our apartment. The place where our toxic relationship lasted a year before he ran his ass to Europe to try to escape me. There’s plenty of stuff still in my apartment. Furniture and my bed that I’ll need to sell or donate or put into storage. But all the things I need are back in our apartment. 

My sister didn’t say anything when I told her I was moving in with him.  She knows better than anyone the way that I’m obsessed with Atticus. That there’s nothing he could do to make me give him up. Not even ditch me three months and erase my name on his chest by covering it up.  She’s just looked at the bites marks on my neck and shoulder and rolled her eyes once to let her disapproval be known. And that was it. Then she’d just helped me bring my things to his place. 

After going out to dinner , Atticus and I go for a walk in the newer cemetery. It was a huge place and had a few semi famous graves along with massive mausoleums and tall gravestones that cost a fortune. 

There’s a few plots with fresh dirt, marking recently buried bodies. It’s late and the cemetery is closed but it’s the best time to come. We pass a team of two grave diggers working on digging a new grave , they look up, seeing us, but pay us no mind. 

We keep walking along the paved roads and walk through the grass and admire the gravestones and read names and dates. There’s always one we’ve never seen before. 

As we reach one of the larger mausoleums we circle it. Admiring the stone structure and the carvings of angels on the doors. The plants that grow beside it and around it.  

I catch Atticus looking at me as I trail my fingers over the carved angels on the door. I roll my eyes at him because he’s grinning. 

I want to tell him to don’t even think about it. But I’d just be lying to him. Because I know what mausoleum this is. So does he. Our first date was unconventional for most. But not for us. We’d walked through this very cemetery. Stood at this very mausoleum where we shared our second kiss. And our first fuck. Right here against these doors. 

Atticus takes a few steps towards me. I don’t move my fingers from the carving of the angels. Instead I place my hands on flat to the door and then lift my other as he lifts the back of my skirt and drags my panties down. 

“Atticus” I exhale and he says nothing as my panties drop to the stone beneath my feet and I listen to the metal sound of his zipper being drawn down and the unbuckling of his belt. I sink my teeth into my lower lip as I wait. My pussy growing wetter by the second and then his one hand slides back up my skirt and I push my hips back. Sticking my ass out as he uses his other hand to guide his cock.

“Mmm” he hums. “Still just as wet for me as you were the first time Magdalena” he whispers and I moan as he pushes into me slowly. My nails scratch against the door as he fills me and then places his other hand on my hip and then gently pushes my hips as he draws back, and then pulls them as he thrusts back into me slowly. 

“I knew you were the one for me when you came on my dick that night, right here, letting me have you just like this” he whispers and I moan and drop my head between my arms as I push on the door and push myself back into him. 

“You were the most beautiful little whore I’d ever seen” he groans and I moan as I bite my lip hard and he picks up his pace. 

“You made me crazy, before I even sunk my cock into you”

“The entire night, I couldn’t wait to touch you, to feel your cunt on my dick” he groans. 

“I couldn’t stop staring at you, I never can, I’m always fucking staring, so fucking hypnotized by the most gorgeous fucking demon bitch I’ve ever seen” 

“I loved you the second I emptied into you the first time, knew you’d made me a fucking slave to you Magdalena”

“I was hard for days after our first date, trying to play it cool, to not chase after you, but you were all I could think about, you’re all I ever fucking thing about. Not a second of my life since we’ve met, have you escaped my mind. You put a fucking spell on me , little demon” he groans and I clench around his cock. 

His hands slip from my waist and he puts them over mine on the door as he keeps fucking me slowly , much slower, slower than he’s ever fucked me before and I can feel how wet I am. How easy it is for his cock to slip inside of me and back out. His mouth hovers near my ear , his face beside mine. 

“I’m going to fuck you all over this cemetery tonight Magdalena” he groans and I nod as I pant and my cunt grips him hard and he groans deeper in my ear. 

“Because I know my devil whore gets off real fucking good, when I fuck her among the dead, don’t you ?” He growls and I moan and nod.

“Yeah you do, sick little whore” he groans and bites my neck and I moan louder, gasping as he sinks them in harder. Holding me by the neck with his teeth as he keeps trusting.

“I’m going to bend you over a nice headstone and cum inside of you while your cunt drips on the grave of some poor man that will be watching your dirty little cunt get fucked, wishing he could rise from the dead just to get a taste of the way your pussy drips on his grave” he groans as I moan louder and louder and nod in agreement. 

Maybe it made me a bad person. But cemeteries turned me on. I don’t know why. But lots of things that probably shouldn’t turn me on did. 

Watching gory movies.  Blood. Crime documentaries. Funerals. Death. I was fucked up. But so was Atticus. Because he liked that I got turned on in unconventional , not so “normal” ways. 

“Do it” I moan. “Do it now” I beg and he chuckles in my ear. 

He pulls out slowly and my skirt drops. And my panties are left on the steps of the mausoleum as he takes my hand and we go shopping for grave to desecrate.