Page 30 of Forbidden Mistress

“Our terms have always been clear.” He prowls toward me. Grabbing my ass, he picks me up and walks with me across the room, then places me on the bed. My shoes have fallen off at some point, and I have no underwear on, as he well knows. Without hesitation, he takes the hem of my dress and pulls it over my head, tossing it aside.

His hungry gaze rakes over my body, his breath quickens, and his swollen cock twitches in anticipation.

A bead of moisture is gathered at the tip, and I lick my lips, consumed with the overwhelming need to taste it. Rising up onto my hands and knees on the mattress, I lean forward to take his cock in my mouth, but he stops me by grabbing my chin between his fingers.

“Ah, ah. Time enough for that later,” he reprimands. “I’ve been waiting far too long to come inside that sweet pussy.”

Pushing me flat on the mattress, he takes my hips in both hands and flips me over onto my stomach. He abruptly tugs my hips up, so that I’m in a sort of downward-facing dog position. With my face pressed to the mattress, my breath coming hard and fast, I wait. My ass is literally in the air, and I’m wet and ready for him. So, so ready.

Languidly, he pushes a finger between my folds, entering me.

“You are so beautiful, Little Fawn. I can’t take my eyes off you.”

I’m awash with sensation again. His fingers aren’t any match for his thick shaft, but they’ll do in a pinch. I lean back into his hand, silently begging for a faster tempo. As it is, he is slowly pushing his finger into me, then pulling back out, like he’s exploring my body, learning how it responds to his touch.

Then he adds his thumb, brushing against my clit in a feather-light touch, and I’m already so keyed up, I nearly launch into orbit. Pressing my face into the mattress, I fist the comforter to keep from climaxing. I want him inside me. That’s what I really want. That’s what I need.

“I need your cock,” I rasp.

“What was that?” he asks in a mocking tone.

“Please. I need you to fuck me.”

This slow, deliberate exploration is going to kill me. Little sparks of pleasure zip through every cell of my body, and I’m so close to climax. So painfully close. All I need is for him to push me over that edge, into oblivion.

With a low chuckle, he removes his fingers from me, to be quickly replaced by the tip of his cock at my entrance. “Is this what you need, Little Fawn? My cock inside you again?”

“Yes,” I choke out. “Please.”

Gripping my hips tightly, he pushes himself into me, slowly, seating himself deeply once more. I gasp loudly in shock. From this angle, the feeling is intense, painful. He’s much larger than any guy I’ve ever been with, and my body is struggling to adjust. But I love the intimacy of him inside me, that powerful feeling of connection.

When he’s fully seated, he releases a groan from deep in his chest, and it sets my blood on fire. My body is buzzing, frantic with need. I need to climax now. I’m so desperate for it, I’ll do just about anything.

He must be reading my mind. With us still connected, he reaches down, between my thighs, and rubs my clit with the tips of his fingers. At the same time, he thrusts forward forcefully, then pulls out, then pushes back in again, fucking me with the same rhythm of his fingers.

My eyes squeeze shut. I’m lost. That’s all my body can take. As an intense climax consumes me, I cry out. He slows down slightly, but he’s still thrusting, drawing out my orgasm. Then he bends over me, kissing my back, his finger continuing its assault on my clit. I feel him tense as his own climax claims him, his cock growing stiffer, larger inside me, then pulsing as he pours himself into me. His orgasm is drawn out, and by his hoarse breathing and the way his fingers dig deeply into my flesh, I can tell it’s good for him. When it’s over, he collapses next to me on the mattress, pulling me into the curve of his body.

We lie like that for a long while, and I listen as his breathing slowly begins to relax. The warmth of his body, and the sound of his breathing lulls me into an incredible sense of contentment, and I allow myself to sink into it.

After a few minutes, he rises up onto one elbow and glances down at me from behind his mask. My mask is still firmly in place as well, and honestly, I hardly notice it now. After only a week, I’m already used to wearing it.

Finally, he breaks the silence. “This changes things,” he says.

Yeah, no kidding. But the question is how?

I flip onto my back so that I’m looking up at him, his body curved over me. “What will happen with Willow?” I ask tentatively, because I’m not going to compete with her. Despite what just happened, I’m only interested in being with a guy who has one woman—me.

If he wants to continue things with Willow, then I’ll have to bow out. No shade. I mean, she was here first. But I just wouldn’t be able to merely sit there and watch him fuck someone else now. It was hard enough to do before he fucked me. Watching him do it after, knowing what it feels like to be taken by him, would be impossible, and I won’t put myself through that. No matter the money involved.

He pushes out a breath and brushes a strand of my hair away from my face. “She knew our arrangement was temporary.”

Huh. A year’s worth of temporary?

I swallow. “Just so we’re clear, I’m only after something monogamous. If you’re not into that, we can go our separate ways.” But just the thought of him going his own way fills me with sadness. I just met this guy, and I’m already feeling a certain kind of way about him.

He stares down at me from behind his mask with hard eyes. I swallow. Regardless of how he answers, I’m fucked emotionally.

Chapter 12

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