Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 148962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
She releases an involuntary shudder as the tension in her body slowly dissolves, and her panic fades away.
“Who are you?” she whispers.
“You said you didn’t want to know.”
“I know, but…this is a lot. How do I know you’re not going to murder me and toss my body parts all over the city?”
“Where’s the fun in that?” I shift my hips, thrusting my cock that’s still lodged inside her. “Then I wouldn’t get to do this.”
She lets out a dry sound of amusement. “If that’s what this is about, you went to a lot of trouble for it.”
“It’s a really nice pussy.”
“Well, if you were being honest that I was your first, then you don’t really have anything to compare it to.” She points out.
“Don’t need to compare it. This one’s mine.”
Fuck, I’m already hard again. It doesn’t help that my cum is leaking down her thighs, the evidence of my claim soaking into her skin.
“Yours for now,” she reminds me.
My body has a visceral reaction to that statement, but I don’t give voice to it. She doesn’t need to know how deep this obsession goes.
“Then I guess I’ll have to live in it while I can.” I thrust into her again.
She laughs like I’m joking until I pick her back up and carry her into the bathroom.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking a bath with you.” I balance her weight with one arm while I turn on the tub.
As it fills up, I set her on the bathroom counter and pull my cock from her warmth. Both of us watch my cum leak out of her, and I drag my gloved fingers through the mess and bring them to her lips.
I wait to see what she’ll do, and when she opens her mouth and darts her tongue out to taste me, a primitive satisfaction settles beneath my skin. Then she comes back for seconds, sucking my fingers and licking the leather clean.
Fuck, that’s hot.
Her gaze drifts down to my cock, and she reaches out to stroke it.
I close my eyes and let her play with me for a minute before I start peeling off her clothes. It takes me longer than I want to get her naked, because I have to remove her boots and tights, and she’s distracting me by trying to jerk me off.
When I finally extricate her from her clothes, she tries to slip off the counter and sink to her knees in front of me. I stop her before she can get her mouth around my cock, because I know once she does, there’s no going back.
“Not yet,” I tell her.
“Why?” She frowns. “You barely let me try this last night.”
“I know.” I palm her face. “But that can wait.”
She looks at me like she doesn’t understand, but I can’t say anything else without giving myself away.
If or when she kneels for me, I want to see that hunger in her eyes for me and nobody else. That can’t happen when I’m masked, and it probably won’t ever happen.
“I have other plans for you right now.” I help her up and tell her to wait a minute as I go back into her room and grab her sleep mask.
When I return with it, she puts it on without question, and I strip down, enjoying the small bit of freedom outside of mine.
Once I’m naked, I lift her up into my arms and carry her to the tub, turning off the tap now that it’s halfway full. I lower both of us into the water and settle her on my lap so she’s facing me.
She shifts her hips, sliding her slick pussy over my erection, and I sprawl back against the tub with heavy-lidded eyes.
“Ride me,” I murmur.
Her nipples tighten at the soft command, and she reaches down between us, stroking my cock for another minute. I think she’s having too much fun playing with it, and I’m not even sure it will make it back inside her, but eventually, she lifts her hips and guides me in.
As she sinks down on top of me, I burn the image into permanent memory.
I let her have her way with me, and once she figures out I’m not going to help her, she finds her own rhythm, sliding up and down my shaft.
Her fingers drift over my body, all the way up my neck, and down to each of my hands. It makes me wonder if she’s searching for the rings and chain I was wearing earlier.
When she comes up empty, she releases another rough exhalation, and more than anything, I’d like to know what she’s thinking.
Whatever it is, she doesn’t give it away, and she shifts her focus to making me come. At least, that’s what I imagine is going through her mind as she rolls her hips and rocks up and down.