Page 65 of Two/Face

His breath catches in his throat. My eyes roam his body as his stomach muscles tense, and he wets his lips. I smile when his pupils dilate, reliving the memories of each time he watched me.

“The shower.” He swallows hard. “The way the water falls over your body glides over your ass, slides over those perfect round tits.”

I take a heavy inhale, his sinful words dripping all over my body. Reaching for the clasp of my bra, I allow it to fall to the ground. Taking a couple steps closer, my knees hit the foot of the bed. Running my hands over my hips, my stomach, then eventually allowing my fingers to pinch my already hard nipples, I let out a soft moan before they glide up my neck and through my hair, ruffling my loose waves.

Bhodi’s eyes narrow on mine, they darken as I can’t pull the smirk from my lips. Reaching behind me, I slide the large knife from the side. As I press my fingertip to the point, the sharp blade drags along the wood. Snatching the whiskey, I lurch it onto the bed along with the mask.

Straddling his lap again, I slide back and forth a couple of times. Feeling his thick cock still restricted by his underwear, I moan again, throwing my head back, pinching both nipples hard. I feel my pussy throb harder, my thighs aching with each tug and pinch.

I see Bhodi’s self-control begin to falter, his left fist clenched by his side, his knuckles turning white and almost trembling. Reaching for the mask, I lean forward, sliding it over his face. I place a gentle kiss on its lips.

“I always wanted Two/Face to fuck me, Bhodi.” I whisper.

Tugging at the zipper of his hoodie, I slide it down. Allowing the fabric to separate and fall on either side of his body. Reaching for the knife, I hold the blade against the fabric of his T-shirt before slicing it all the way through. The satisfying sheer sends a shudder through me as I push the fabric away, revealing his powerful frame, my fingertips gently dancing over his tanned skin. I feel his heart thundering in his chest whilst his muscles flex under my touch.

Lifting the bottle of whiskey, I twist the cap, tugging it with my teeth. I spit it out onto the floor. The tin bounces off the wooden floor before disappearing completely. Tilting the bottle, I watch as the amber liquid drips across his body before leaning down and licking it all up. The warmth of the drink, feeding my courage to carry on.

My tongue softly glides lower down his body. Looking through my thick lashes, I feel his eyes penetrating me, watching with intent while I hook my fingers under his boxers, slowly gliding them down. When his hard thick cock springs free, I feel my mouth water. I lick my lips before flattening my tongue and gliding from the base to the tip.

I feel his entire body tense beneath me. A sharp hiss escapes his mouth when his head falls back into the pillow. I look up to him once again. Lifting the knife off the bed, I reach for the band of my thong, slicing through the lace. It slides down my thigh, feeling my arousal down the inside of my legs.

Allowing my fingertips to glide over my nipples again. My head falls back while I tug and pinch, biting my lip, soft moans escape my mouth. Slipping my middle finger into my mouth, I slide it down my body. I hold Bhodi’s gaze as it glides down my skin and connects with my clit.

“Oh…Fuck.” I spit out, plunging my finger into my wet pussy before circling my clit again.

Circling my hips, my fingers go back and forth as my eyes roll into the back of my head. I grind against my own finger, feeling the heat spreading through my entire body. Bhodi’s chest rises and falls, spurring me to carry on, spreading my wetness over my swollen clit. I feel my body begin to spasm. Sinking lower to my knees, I feel my release fast approaching, plunging my fingers deep one final time, I feel my pussy spasm and jerk around my fingers.

“OH, FUCK BHODI!” Throwing my head back, I cry out as the sweat pours down my body.

My head eventually falls forward, panting heavily as the waves of pleasure still surge around me. I lean forward, my left hand braced onto Bhodi’s chest. Bringing my right hand to my lips, I gently suck on my middle finger. Looking into his eyes, I press another small kiss to the lips of the mask.

“Liars don’t get rewards.” The satisfied smug expression painted across my entire face.

The mask cocks to one side. I can still feel his body shaking beneath mine. But I can’t hide the satisfaction, of using his own words against him.

“Well, that’s lucky.”

My eyes search the mask, my brows lazily pinch. The noise of the metal on the headboard pulls my attention away. As the cuff falls open my eyes widen.

Shit.

Bhodi’s hand surges for my throat, my back hits the mattress, and his body rolls onto mine.

“Because I’m not a liar, Summer, but if you want Two/Face to fuck you, then I will.”

My entire body tenses, and I feel the shudder of the promise of domination rush through me. My breath catches in my throat, wetting my lips, and I nod my head, but Bhodi shakes his.

“I need you to say it.”

“Fuck me.” My voice is breathy and needy.

Bhodi pushes himself from the bed, discarding his sliced clothes to the side, he kicks his jeans and boxers away. Adjusting the mask, he stands tall at the foot of the bed. My gaze roams his entire body. He’s strong, powerful, and sinfully gorgeous.

Pulling my ankles, he shunts me further down the bed. When his body climbs over mine, I shudder when his thick cock drags across my pussy before settling between my thighs. Reaching between us, he plunges his fingers deep inside me, causing my hips to buck and a strained moan to escape my throat.

I feel his smirk from behind the mask, his fingers sliding in and out of me before placing them against my lips.

“Nothing is sweeter than watching you make yourself come.”

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