His body drapes over mine. Long arms stretch out around me as I feel his body heat. I know his scent. His voice. His arms are covered in the same dark ink I’ve licked with my tongue.
“Fuck me, Gage,” I plead. “Right here. In that mask.”
Once, several years ago, I confessed to watching and enjoying MaskTok. It’s a guilty pleasure. All those thirst trap videos of sexy, inked men wearing masks. It’s a turn on for me.
And now Gage is fulfilling one of my fantasies.
I only had to wait four fucking years.
“No,” he growls, backing up and taking his heat with him.
I pout as I turn over and flop onto my back. “Why not?”
He doesn’t answer.
I’m not sure what’s happening. A new game? Prolonging the pleasure and extending the denial?
But then he drops to his knees in front of me. His hands reach for my shorts, and he yanks them down with myunderwear. I’m suddenly picked up. My back meets the mattress as Gage’s wide shoulders fill the space between my legs. He tugs my bottom to the edge and almost has my ass dangling in the air.
He only lifts the balaclava enough to uncover his nose and mouth. I have no time to do more than blink before he’s diving face-first into my pussy. It’s not gentle. He spears his tongue inside me as I cry out his name.
Gage growls his approval as he takes my hands and places them on my knees. “Stay open. Wide.”
I’m so fucking lost in the pleasure that I thrash my head. My chest pants. I can’t keep my eyes open. Everything is visceral, sharp, and real. It’s pleasure and the feeling of fullness as he thrusts what I believe is three fingers into my pussy.
The obscene sounds I make fill the room.
Gage attacks my clit, rubbing in harsh circles, making me squirm. His fingers keep pumping, tilting upward to mash against my G-spot.
It’s all too much. My core clenches as I come so hard that lights dance behind my lids. I swear I can’t breathe for a moment as everything inside me detonates. I hump at his face, dig my fingers into his hair.
And he just keeps licking, sucking, and fucking me with his mouth until I can’t move a muscle. I’m boneless.
Am I still alive?
He chuckles, and I wonder if I said the words out loud.
Gage lifts me higher in my bed and covers me with my sheet. His lips press to my forehead. “Mine.” It’s all he says before he leaves and closes my balcony doors.
I have the most delicious dreams all night.
Gage wearing that black mask.
Watching.
Waiting.
Making me wonder when he’s going to break in and force me to participate in his forbidden game. I wake up hot and needy. But I won’t come without him. I want his cock. His hands on my body. The man I love at my side.
He’ll never be rid of me. I own him as much as he owns me.
Chapter 12 Gage
Letty is sleeping.
I left her alone during the day, increasing the anticipation of when I’ll return. She doesn’t know it’s right now. In her room in the middle of the night. Just twenty-four hours since she last saw me. I sit at her desk.
Watching.
