This book has imagines about Norman Reedus and his characters.
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He watches her death throes with pleasure. She was a few breaths away from being out of his life. There was nothing preventing him from being with her husband now she was dead. He finds himself getting aroused as he watches her. And he's never been one to deny himself pleasure.
It's why he'd killed her after all, her husband was going to bring him lots of pleasure. And not just financial. He unbuckles his belt and shoves his hand down inside his baggy jeans and underwear. He groans as he watches her body twitch and seize in front of him.
Burying his remorse down deep he pulls his cock out of his jeans and stands there as he strokes himself off watching her. She was kind of beautiful for a woman he guessed. Understated...what was the word he was after? Elegant she was elegant. Despite the shit she'd told him she got up to, she still came off as elegant. And starved. She'd been starved for affection.
Again the remorse tries to rise and he chokes it off. David was right, they'd have gotten nothing if he'd divorced Alexis, that's why she had to die. But he'd liked her. He groans slightly as he sees her finally still and her head slips to the side. She'd been sweet to kiss. So sweet. And soft which he normally didn't like.
Men were his game, plain and simple. But he thinks he could've fucked her. His eyes wander down her soaking form as the rain continues. The fleeting remorse he'd suffered is gone completely now as he looks down at her figure. He moves between her legs. She'd still be warm, he could fuck her. It is only the thought that he didn't have a condom that stops him.
Not that it would be an issue, it was going to be obvious that she'd killed herself to everyone, but not too obvious. One had to be careful after all. And so he starts to stroke himself off as he simply watches her slack face. She was fully dead now, eyes open and staring, not looking at him though he wishes they were.
God, that feels good, he likes to stroke himself off while watching. He likes to stroke himself off while David prepares himself to receive his cock. It's dirty and filthy to get David to stick his own fingers inside himself, stretching himself for his cock.
Grinning he thinks how most will assume in a few years' time when they go public that he's David's boy, that couldn't be further from the truth. He didn't bottom. Ever. David was the bottom in their relationship. And he liked being fucked up the arse too, he begged for it, writhing on his own fingers, waiting for his cock, while he sat back and stroked himself off, threatening to just come and leave David wanting. God that was hot.
Making them beg, he lived for it. His hand moves steadily now as images from his past flash through his mind. The dead woman at his feet is forgotten as images of the men he's fucked and humiliated into submission arouse his cock. It is hard and leaking in his hand as he twists it toward orgasm.
His other hand is on his balls, he simply cups them, feeling them fill and get tight with his seed. Seed he's going to splatter over the woman beneath him and let the rain wash it away before he goes back to David and leaves. He'll come back to David when it's all settled. Unless he gets a better offer.
Gasping for breath as he fucks his hand hard and fast he lets his head fall back, rain splattering on his face. He opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue the better to catch the raindrops. He wants it all, everything. And the thought of everything is enough to push him over the edge.
Come boils from his cock and drips down his hand and onto the leaves and dead body at his feet. Fuck that feels good. He'd needed to come. He'd been unable to get off since he'd been on the Island what with hanging about Alexis and David. And as soon as he went back to the house he'd need to be gone again.
The young man looks down at the dead face at his feet. He grins at the come that has splattered on her body, watching as the rain rinses it away. He grabs what he needs to so nothing untoward is left there for when he body is found and walks back to the house tucking his cock back in his pants as he does so.
His last thought of her before she slips from his mind for eternity is that he thinks he would have enjoyed fucking her.
