Okay, maybe a little.
How could an asshole like me get so fucking lucky?
No, I can’t.
We’d have to build up to that, and we only have one night together.
Though Iamlucky, since this is more than I ever thought I would get.
Some might think that I’m not lucky, only being able to have her once, but I don’t think that. Just the chance to have her this one time, to worship her, show her how goddamn amazing she is and show her how she deserves to be treasured is enough for me.
“What should I call you?” she asks softly.
Yours. You should call me yours.
“Anonymous, remember?”
She hums. “Then what do I scream when you fuck me?”
Holy fucking Christ.
THREE
ANONYMOUS
She’s going to be the death of me.
I always knew she would be, and I’d honestly welcome it with open arms so long as I get this night with her.
I pull the mask back down so that I can speak since the voice modulator is attached to the plastic mouth of the mask and murmur, “Turn around and bend over the table, love. Let me see you.”
I need it.
I’d love nothing more than be able to see her face as I have her, but I’ve craved seeing the entirety of her for as long as I can remember, and I can’t do that with the mask getting in the way.
She slowly slips off the table, spinning around with a grace I’ve only ever known her to have, before lifting her dress above her hips and lowering herself until she’s bent over for me.
She’s bare.
Completely and utterly bare.
If I was in my right mind, I’d probably have a lot to say about her walking around in a sexy as hell dress with nothing underneath, but the only thought running through my mind is that Ineedto have her.
I don’t bother trying to hold in my groan at the sight in front of me since I’m wearing my mask, but I have a feeling it’s going to be a lot harder than I expected to keep quiet once it’s removed.
I kneel, reveling in the sight in front of me before pulling the mask up again and diving in. I probably should have taken this a little slower, teased her a little before just going right for it, but I know she’s as desperate as I am.
And my girl should never be left waiting.
I may not have done this before, but I have fuckingstudied. I knew that if I ever got the chance to be with her, I wanted to make it good.
My tongue slides against her soaked entrance, making her cry out and whimper incoherent words.
Jesus, she’s so damn responsive to even the barest of touches.
I keep going, licking her, sucking her clit, my muffled moans of pleasure vibrating against her flesh.
Then I remove one of my gloves and slide my hands up the backs of her thighs and spread her open with one hand before sliding a finger inside of her.
