Page 48 of Your Shared Secrets


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Her tits bounced free, and her nipples were already hard, those big pink areolas practically daring me to touch.

“Jacket. Off.”

My hands flew to the buttons. I shrugged it down my arms, and she nodded in approval. I’d passed the first test.

She stepped close, fingers hooking in my tie. “This too. Loosen it, but leave it on. I like how you look in it.”

I obeyed.

She didn’t touch me. Instead she dropped to her knees, right there on the fucking concrete.

My belt came undone slowly, like we weren’t somehow still in public. She looked up at me with that calm, cool stare as she freed my cock from my slacks.

“You missed this, didn’t you?”

“Y-yeah,” I rasped, unable to take my eyes off her. “Missed you.”

She hummed, then licked the tip once—just once—before pulling back, watching me twitch in her hand.

“You don’t come,” she said, stroking me with maddening precision. “Not until I say.”

“Fuck,” I breathed, hands fisting at my sides. “Yes, Madame.”

She rewarded me with her mouth. Her tits bounced with each shift of her body, her control absolute. She didn’t gag. Didn’t moan unless shewantedto. It was practiced, intentional, and powerful.

She flattened her palm against my thigh when my hips bucked, pulling off with a wet pop. “Don’t,” she said. “You stay still.”

I bit back a groan, panting. “I’m trying.”

She smiled. “Try harder.”

She swallowed me again, deeper this time, eyes on mine as if daring me to fall apart. This was her game, and I was so fucking lucky to be a player

I was so close, seconds away from coming, and she pulled off me with one last slow drag of her tongue.

She stood and moved her hands to her waistband, shoving the skirt down her hips and letting it pool at her ankles.

No panties.

Just smooth, bare skin and that perfect, shaved pussy glistening in the low light.

My mouth went dry.

“Jesus,” I whispered, eyes glued to her. My hands twitched, aching to grab her. “What does Madame want?”

Her gaze didn’t waver. “I want you to fuck me.”

It wasn’t a request.

“Are you sure, Lune?”

That was the one question Ihadto ask because I needed to be damn sure.

Her eyes burned as she stepped between my legs and whispered, “Yes.”

That single word was all I needed. I grabbed her hips, fingers sinking into her skin, and lifted her effortlessly. Her thighs spread around me. I pulled her down onto my cock in one smooth, desperate motion.

I choked on a moan. “Fuuuck, Luna?—”