Page 81 of Left in the Dark

My thong is next. I shiver, but not from the cold. It’s naughty to be out on the porch, my pussy and ass exposed to a stranger.

He stands up, yanking me against him. I moan as I feel his cock pressing against my ass.

“Fuck.” He grips my hips, stopping my movement. “Slow down, gorgeous.”

I stare at him, pleading for whatever he’ll give me.

“Foot on the railing.”

“W-What?”

“I want you wide open for me, gorgeous. Foot on the railing.”

I lift my leg, failing the first time I try it. He grabs my leg, helping me.

“You’re flexible. You’ve got this.” His hand slides back to my pussy, his finger going inside while his thumb works my clit.

I slump against him, my needy pussy practically purring as I stare into the depths of his dark irises. “Whatever you want.”

The feminist in me is raging, throwing shit as she watches me acting like a fool for a man I don’t know. But the sexual part of me is bored with toys and my fingers.

He adds a second finger, his thumb moving over my clit faster as he fingers me in such a way that has me whimpering, moaning, and panting.

“Fuck, this pussy is so wet and tight.”

My cheeks flush from the embarrassing sounds coming from me. I’m soaking him, so damn wet I feel the moisture running down the inside of my leg.

My embarrassment fades as he curls his fingers. I roll my hips against his hand.

He’s playing me like a fiddle. I’m not gonna last much longer.

“Don’t hold back. Don’t fight it. Just let it happen.”

I’m sure I’m staring at him like a fan worshiping a celebrity as he fingers me like he’s been doing it his entire life. I’m putty in his hands. My body is like a rollercoaster, slowly climbing the hill. I know when I hit the top and crest the other side, I will break apart.

He curls his fingers inside me while circling my clit faster. I reach the top and then fall over the edge, a scream coming from my lips.

The masked man stays with me, a growl escaping him as my pussy pulses against his fingers, gripping onto him as he rings me out like a wet cloth. My breaths rasp from my lips as I pant, my body boneless and weightless.

“I’m not finished with you yet.”

His words cause my eyes to widen. The delicious post-orgasmic haze vanishes like a fog lifting from the mountains.

His gloved hand lifts, stroking my cheek. “Such a good girl.” His touch is intoxicating as his hypnotic eyes hold me captive. “You haven’t been pleased by a man in a long time, have you?”

I shake my head, embarrassment wafting over me.

I feel his smile behind the mask as he helps me lower my leg to the floor. “Bend over and grab the railing.”

My eyes widen. “I’m not gonna let some guy I don’t know fuck?—”

“I’m not putting my cock in you.” He moves me around like I’m his posable doll, bending me over so my ass sticks out.

His palm lightly smacks my ass, and I gasp before a moan slips out. “I’m gonna take my time with you, gorgeous. Putting my dick inside you is on the agenda, but not right now. You’ll be begging for it by the time I’m through with you.”

I start to protest, but he lightly smacks me again. “Mouth shut.” Then he slides a finger inside my pussy, gently pumping in and out. “The only sounds I wanna hear from you are moans, whimpers, pants, and screams.”

My pussy is primed from that last orgasm. Plus, this guy is amazing with his hands.

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