Do I replace the mask? Or do I indulge in this one time with her, being able to press my lips to the crook of her neck while I fuck into her?
It’s a no brainer, really.
I lean down and whisper in her ear, “You’ve done well so far, love. Are you ready for more?”
FOUR
GRACIE
Ashiver rolls through me as his words register. His voice is low and husky, and there’s a hint of familiarity in it that I can’t quite place, the previous two orgasms already scrambled my brain, but the feeling of him filling me makes me lose all other sensibilities.
“Give me more,” I whisper hoarsely. “Give me everything.”
God, I need it. I need all of him.
I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
A low sound rumbles from him before he mutters, “It’d be my pleasure.”
But the onlypleasureI can focus on is mine as he slowly pulls out of me until only his tip remains. He thrusts his hips forwards in one quick motion, pulling a whimper from my lips and my body moves on its own accord, grinding against him with a needy hiss as I wordlessly demand for him to keep going.
He chuckles and the deep sound rumbles through me, only spurring me on as I continue to meet his thrusts. His gloved hand wraps around my neck as his other grabs my hip in a bruising grip. It’s so fucking hot, feels so damn good that I’m right there on the precipice once more. The loss of my visiononly heightens my other senses and the feeling of his hands on me, the sound of his heavy breathing and the scent of us both filling the room make me even more feral for him.
Finally, fuckingfinally, my brain has shut off, none of the usual chaos swirling around my mind is there.
It’s blissfully quiet as I focus on the feeling of him taking my body like he owns it.
And I guess for tonight, he does.
It’s just a shame this has to be a one-time thing.
I’d love nothing more than to turn around and have him take me while I’m lying on my back without the blindfold and without the mask. I’d love to know what he looks like when he’s not wearing the disguise, but that would break the illusion of it.
And the mystery is half the fun.
“I love the way you take me, Gracie,” he rasps against my ear, and I moan before a huff of breath hits my neck as though he’s holding in his laugh. “So needy. So desperate for me, aren’t you, babe?”
Asshole.
He knows he’s torturing me.
He knows I’m right on the verge of coming, so he’s holding back.
“I-I need—” I cut off with a whine when he slows down further.
“What was that? Use your words for me, love.”
“I need more,” I grouse. “I need you tofuckme. I need you to wreck me. Please give me more. I need it.Please.”
The hand gripping my waist slides around to my front and hovers above my clit before he whispers, “Fuck, love. You beg so prettily for me.”
The moment his fingertips find my clit, I. Shatter.
Pleasure like nothing I’ve ever felt before rushes through me, rendering me lost to everything. My already dark visioncompletely blackens, blood rushes to my ears as my head swims and I lean into it, not ready for the euphoria to end just yet.
He’s a drug, and I’m dangerously close to addiction.
I can feel him still fucking me, whispering dirty words in my ear as his movements become erratic until he finally shudders behind me, emptying his release into the condom and for onehorrifyingminute, I find myself wishing that there wasn’t a barrier between us, wanting nothing more than to feel his cum inside of me.
