For the Love of Layla

by Callie Moss

“I’m…I’m gonna come.” She moans as she erupts around me, crying out as those pretty eyes fill with tears. Her chest heaving as I reach between us, rolling my hips and finding her clit rubbing circles on the sensitive bud. She gasps, trying to pull my hand away. No. “It’s too much.” She begs as I continue ramming my cock in and out, her arousal dripping onto my legs. I nip at her soft lips before kissing them roughly, “You’ll take it.” She bites down on her lip, her legs trembling around my waist as she cries out again. Her cunt gushes around me as I drill into her, squeezing hard on her ass as I swell.

“So fucking pretty.” I

murmur as my cock jerks, erupting i...

When this is all said and done, please know it was done from love. Every moment has been because I cannot and will not live without you.

Him? Who is him, Layla? You have until the count of five before I shove that pretty head underneath the water. One. Two.

563-284-5529: I managed to get ahold of the file, thought you might want to know want I found. COD for the nanny was left as undetermined according to the first coroner report, but listed as suspicious. There was another autopsy done directly after the initial report came back. A second opinion funded by the family, ruled it a suicide. Seems the first autopsy showed the way she fell wasn’t consistent with a jump. Make of that what you will. I attached the full file if you want a closer look. Danvers and I are even now, please pass that along to your former boss.

One witness, six-year-old, Liam Curran. Mother, Grace Curran, and grandmother, Malory Curran, were uncooperative with police, but present in the house at the time of death. Lawyers involved before officials could question the boy about scratches left on the decedent’s arms, neck and face. Indicative of an altercation. No marks were observed on the boy at the scene.

Oh god…. “Now don’t go and do anything stupid, lítla ást.”

How after everything can he still affect me like this? Make me doubt myself? I should hate him. I should fucking hate you. But… I don’t.

“Open the door, little love, please. I know you’re hurting, you don’t have to. It’s hurting me too. God, I love you, baby, I just want you. That’s it. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. You didn’t need me anymore, Layla. I made you need me.” Slam!

“Liam, don’t.” My fingers shake, every warning siren in my head blaring as I unlock the door. What I see on the other side somehow manages to damage my bleeding heart even further. Liam is panting his face wet with tears as he pulls the gun from his temple, pointing it inches from my face.

This isn’t okay. It’s so fucking far from okay. It's horrible and fucked and I need him just as much as he needs me.

“How long?” I whisper, nervous I’ll set him off again. The fact that he’s acting normal, like the normal Liam has me on edge. Or at least what I assume to be the normal Liam. I don’t guess I’d really know.

“How long will you keep me here like this?” “As long as it takes, Layla. I won’t let you go, not again. I know you’re upset with me, for everything. You have every right to be, but you also have to understand it was my only choice.”

“I’ve spent my whole life hiding that part of me, the part that… fixates. You changed all of that the moment I saw you, I didn’t want to hide anymore. I just wanted you to see me, Layla.”

“Remember that first night how I licked your desperate little cunt?” A moan slips from my lips as I pull my legs further apart for him. Exposing myself, the sound of the chain dragging against the floor beneath the bed sends chills down my spine, only adding to the need growing between my legs.

“Tell me you love me.” I don’t tell him anything.

There is no you without me, Layla. I told

you that. I would have never let you live if I planned to die.”