All Chapters of His Mask, My Sin: Chapter 11 - Chapter 14

He continued to pump me hard, four, five, six times, each time shooting another load inside of me. Finally, after what felt like a minute of coming, we began to breathe again. It was like finally reaching the surface after diving deep underwater. We couldn’t stop panting as we just stared at each other’s face.I wrapped my arms around his wet, muscular torso and held him. I could feel his cock slowly soften inside of me, and I wanted to keep him in me as long as possible. Our bodies were covered in sweat and cum, and I felt my skin rapidly began to cool as a gentle breeze rolled in from the open window. Finally, slowly, Ezra pulled his still semi-hard cock out of my ass. I began to feel the amazing sensation of his cum trickling out of my hole. I didn’t give a fuck how messy we were, I just wanted to lay there with him for as long as possible.Sleep started to overcome both of us as we embraced each other on my bed, arms and legs intertwined. “I can’t believe how perfect that was,”

It happens slowly.Too slowly.At first, I think it’s the dust from the shattered walls settling—fine particles drifting through the sunlight like ash after a fire. My hands are still pressed to my father’s chest, slick with blood, my vision tunneling, my ears ringing so loudly I can barely hear myself breathing.Then his body changes.The skin beneath my palms loses resistance.Not slack. Not cold.It thins.“Dad…?” My voice cracks, barely a sound.The wound in his chest no longer bleeds. The blood dries instantly, turning dark, then gray. His fingers—his fingers—begin to crumble at the edges, breaking apart like burnt paper.“No,” I whisper. “No—no—no—”Ezra freezes beside me.“What the hell…” he breathes.My father’s face collapses inward, features softening, then dissolving entirely as his body turns to ash beneath my hands. The weight disappears. The warmth vanishes.All that’s left is dust.A pile of fine, gray dust where my father had been seconds ago.The room is silent.Dead