My eyes flutter closed at the pressure, reopening slowly when he laughs, the sound ominous behind the mask.
“So responsive,” he praises quietly, his hips never stopping their onslaught. “You’re mine now, Basia. I’m never letting you go. Do you know that?”
I don’t answer, tingles racing down my spine as his pelvis grinds against my clit, the tip of his cock still expertly dragging against the sensitive nerves inside.
His hand tightens on my throat, making my eyes open fully. The world has a hazy quality, the background blurring, like he’s in center stage and everything else is unimportant.
“Answer me.” The command is a hiss of air that makes my hair stand up at the same time as my womb clenches with desire. There’s something seriously wrong with me.
“Y—yes,” I stutter breathlessly. “I’m yours.”
“Show me, baby,” he rumbles, grinding against me faster. “Surrender to me. Let me see how filthy you are, coming for a masked stranger.”
“Oh god, oh fuck,” I moan, my eyes going unfocused as pleasure starts to claim me.
“Look at me, Basia,” the man commands. “Look at who’s making you come.”
His words send me over the edge, my body shaking violently as a ball of bliss detonates inside me almost painfully hard, mypussy clamping over the stranger’s cock. My orgasm seems endless, wave after wave taking hold of my muscles. A pressure releases in my core, and I close my eyes in shame—I think I’m peeing.
“Ah, shit, Basia,” the man grunts, his hips stuttering. “You’re squirting for me, baby. Fuck yes, that’s my girl.”
When I look at him again, his head is thrown back, the tendons of his neck straining as he slams in one more time and lets loose a roaring moan. I feel his cock kick inside me with every spurt of come—shit, he’s in me bare.
This has to be a dream, right? I wouldn’t come like that if this were real. I’ll wake up tomorrow and laugh at my dirty mind.
Still breathing hard, the man reaches for his mask and pulls it off. Sweat from his brow drips down onto my naked skin. When he looks up and gives me a broad, satisfied smile, it finally clicks.
Caleb. My bodyguard. My… mine.
I almost laugh, but now that my muscles are jelly, unconsciousness tries to pull me back in with a vengeance.
“Shit, baby, that was amazing,” Caleb whispers, lowering his face to mine and kissing my lips tenderly, such a contrast to how he just fucked me.
“Yeah,” I agree breathily, then turn my head so I don’t yawn in his face. “Let’s do it again,” I mumble, my words slurring together into one horny jumble.
Caleb chuckles and kisses my cheek before pulling out.
“You’re gonna regret saying that tomorrow when you can’t walk in a straight line.”
“I don’t care,” I breathe. My eyelids are heavier than stone.
The last thing I hear is a scoff and whispered words.
“Sleep, darling. I’ll clean you up.”
21
BASIA
Iwake up to banging on my door and a weight on my ass I instantly recognize as Poe.
“Go away,” I slur, rubbing my cheek where drool dried, tugging uncomfortably on my skin. “It’s Saturday,” I add, moaning pathetically.
“I got it, darling,” Caleb says from outside, sounding annoyingly awake.
Memories from last night filter in, and I pop open my eyes.
Oh. My. Gosh.
