Page 251 of Sincerely, Butterfly

She’s only in her panties, that’s it. Nothing else.

“Fuck,” I groan, my cock growing at the sight of her naked breasts.

She’s on her back with one hand over her head, lips parted as she sleeps soundly.

Nola is a heavy sleeper, it takes a lot to wake her up, so I don’t worry too much as I snoop around her room.

Turning my cell phone light on, I shine it on the walls. My brows jump when I see…are those photos of us?

“My Lola girl really is a stalker,” I chuckle to myself with amusement. There are dozens of photos on her wall, all from different angles. Some of us alone, some all together.

My lips kick up at the corner when I see lipstick prints on a few of them. “Fuck me, we were like her celebrity crush or some shit,” I laugh, shaking my head.Why is that so fucking hot?

Other than the photos, her room looks exactly like I thought it would. Posters of Ashnikko and a variety of different kinds of preserved butterflies.

Remembering why I’m here, I look for the perfect spot to put the camera. “There we go.” I chose the stuffedbunny she has hanging in the corner of her room by her closet. It’s the perfect position to show all of her room.

As I pull over her desk chair and climb on, I wonder why she has this thing hanging from the ceiling on a noose.

You know what? Some things are better kept a secret.

Taking my knife, I pop its beady little black eye out and replace it with the camera. It’s a perfect fit and only noticeable if you’re closer to it and looking for it.

Climbing down, I put the chair back and open my phone, checking to make sure the camera is working.

The image shows up on my screen, and I grin. I look up, giving the camera a wave, watching the footage mimic what I’m doing. Perfect.

“You look so fucking angelic when you sleep, my beautiful butterfly,” I murmur, walking towards Nola.

Standing at the foot of her bed, my hand grips my growing cock as I drink her in.

Her pretty pale skin is covered in our bite marks and bruising fingerprints. Each one given to her was rewarded with a moan or a whimper of pleasure.

Before Nola, I thought I could only get off if I was causing pain to the person I was fucking. And at the time, that was true.

I didn’t see any of those girls as anything but a willing hole who was just there for my pleasure and nothing else.

Nola is so much more. When I’m around her, she’s all I think about, all I fucking crave. She’s like a drug shot directly into my veins, a hit I want over and over again until my heart stops beating.

I love the chase, the thrill I get when we hunt her down. That moment we catch our prey and have our way with her, it’s exhilarating, the best sex of my life, hands down.

But the more time we spend with Nola, the more I realize that maybe I haven’t lost my humanity. That I might not be as fucked in the head or as big of a monster as I led myself to believe. As we all thought we were.

She grounds us, makes us feel human, makes us feel something no one has ever been able to.

So while I crave the time where we just let our sick little fantasiescome out to play, I don’t need that kind of deranged mindset in order to enjoy sex.

Because just being inside Nola is more than enough.

The way she comes apart for us, like fucking putty in our hands, she’s perfect, just as fucked up in the head as we are.

She sees the parts of us that most people would think are vile, unhinged, or fucked up and loves us for it, not despite it.

She meets our crazy with… well, even more fucking crazy.

She’s the perfect balance of heaven and hell.

Knowing I’m not going to see her for a few days, something I’m still very fucking pissed about, has a need to taste her one last time crawling under my skin. I want to feel her around my cock, to mark her, to remind her who she belongs to.