Page 11 of Unveiled

“I don’t,” he answers. “It helped me. When my anguish was too much, I turned it into physical pain. And the physical pain was a reminder, not only of what happened to you, but of what could have been if you had stayed. It made me feel like you were still with me.”

His muscles jump under my touch, twitching from how good it must feel to have my skin against his. I should stop. It’s not fair of me to tease him like this, especially when I notice his cock twitching under the sheets. It grows until it’s sticking straight out from his body, begging me to touch it.

When I look at the monster, his eyes are shut and his jaw is clenched as he tries to keep himself under control. Me? I’m remembering how good it was for us last time we were in this bed together, and trying to remind myself why I left.

Unconsciously, my hand drifts lower until I’m tracing along the waistband of his boxers while I watch his reaction.

He growls through his clenched teeth, dangerously close to losing control. I know that look on his face all too well. No matter how much I tried to forget it, it was always in the back of my mind, threatening to make me want him all over again.

“Ainsley,” he pants, reaching his hand to grab himself through the blanket. My eyes are glued to the movement as he gives himself a long, slow stroke from base to tip. Even with the blanket blocking my view, it still puts butterflies in my stomach. “I’m dangerously close to losing control, and if you don’t stop, I won’t be able to keep myself from reminding you why we’re so good together.”

It’s been a long time for both of us. Well, I know he was the last guy I was with, and I’m assuming he wasn’t with another woman with my name carved into him like a neon sign screaming that he’s taken.

The thought of another woman seeing that on him brings me satisfaction at the same time anger courses through me at the thought of him being with someone else.

I’ve been tracing along his waistband this whole time, and with another growl, he reaches under the blanket and pulls his boxers off, leaving him bare right next to me. He leaves his hand underneath, slowly stroking himself without fabric in the way.

If I was wearing panties, they would be completely soaked by now. As it is, I know there’s a giant wet spot on my shorts, and it’s getting harder to control myself. Why should I? It’s not like I haven’t slept with him before, and I’ve heard that break up sex can be pretty great. Maybe that’s exactly what we need.

I climb on top of him, straddling his hips as his hardness presses into my center. He stills the movement of his hand, waiting to see what I’ll do. If he thinks I’m going to make it this easy for him, he’s got another thing coming.

Through my time with the monster, I learned a lot about myself. I definitely have a thing for masks now, and besides the nights we slept together, the night he chased me through the house was the hottest one we had.

I lean down, pushing my chest against his as my lips find his ears. “Catch me,” I whisper.

Before he can process what I’ve said through his fogged brain, I’m off of him and sprinting across the room as fast as I can. It doesn’t take him long to catch up once he realizes what’s happening, and as I stop to pull the door open, a hand wraps around my throat and pulls me back.

“Did you think you could escape me that easily, little one?”

Before my back slams into his chest, he twirls me around and pushes me against the door.

The monster is a sight to behold when he’s naked. His entire body is made of chiseled muscles, his tattoos add allure, and now, he has my name on him. Even though I left him, I can’t deny that he’s the type of man I could drool over.

Though, I don’t really have time to do that as his grip around my neck tightens, pulling the air out of my lungs. With his free hand, he reaches into my shorts and moans when he finds there’s nothing blocking his access to me.

“No panties? Good fucking girl,” he praises me as his finger slides along my slit, collecting my wetness.

Irritated that there’s anything between him and me, he pulls his hand out and yanks my shorts down. I’m still wearing more than I was last night, but somehow, this feels more vulnerable. Maybe it’s because I know this is going to go a lot further, or maybe it’s because this time he’s naked, too.

“Kick those to the side and take your shirt off,” he commands as he releases my throat, staying right in front of me so I can’t escape him. Not that I want to. My entire body is quivering from anticipation, knowing just how good this is about to be.

I listen, stripping off the last of my clothes and pushing them away from us.

“Last night wasn’t enough. I need to taste you,” he whispers as he leans into me and nibbles my ear, causing me to arch my back into him. The second my skin makes contact with his, I moan from the explosion of electricity. I don’t remember it being this good.

The monster gets down on his knees in front of me and gently lifts one of my legs and rests it over his shoulder, giving him enough access to me. When he’s close enough, he runs his nose up my slit, smelling my arousal as he goes. It sounds like it should be weird, but it turns me on even more knowing he likes how I smell.

Without warning, his tongue darts out, licking along the same trail his nose just took. My head falls back into the door behind me as he finds the one spot I desperately need to feel him, and slowly circles around it.

I was so wound up before he touched me; I know it won’t take much effort for him to make me come, but I want to enjoy this for as long as possible.

“Yes,” I cry as my fingers find his hair, wrapping around the long strands and pulling. The wet heat of his tongue continues its assault as I enjoy the silky feel of his hair falling through my fingers, and when he reaches a hand up to squeeze my nipple, I lose it.

My mouth opens on a silent scream as I feel myself getting closer, climbing the last hill before I jump off the mountain. When my orgasm crashes over me, it’s like the first time I’ve ever experienced an orgasm as my screams become uncontrollable and my eyes roll back in my head.

The monster doesn’t stop, lapping up every drop of my orgasm as he pushes his tongue inside of me, riding out my orgasm as my body tries to pull him in even deeper.

“Such a good fucking girl,” the monster praises me as he stands up. His cock pushes against my stomach as he rises to his full height, towering over me. He grips my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “Open.”

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