Page 74 of Endless Love

He pulls them up around my hips, only sliding his fingers free when they’re fully on. And then his other hand reaches up, wrapping around my throat as he pulls me up and back against him, so I can see myself reflected in the mirror.

I look fucking wrecked. Ivan is fully clothed, except for his softening cock pressed against my spine. His face is still coveredby the mask, but I’m flushed and reddened, naked except for my panties, my jeans tangled around my ankles. My breasts are swollen and pink, my mouth parted, my hair a mess.

“My pretty little slut,” Ivan murmurs, and a jolt of pleasure ripples through me. “Be a good slut, and clean this up.”

He presses his two gloved fingers, covered in his cum and mine, against my lips, pushing them into my mouth. And without a second thought, drugged with lust and multiple climaxes, I suck them between my lips, licking our mingled flavor off of them.

“Oh,fuck,” Ivan moans, and I instantly feel him start to harden against my bare back. “Oh god, Charlotte—fuck?—”

He thrusts his fingers into my mouth again, and before I can do more than let out a helpless moan around them, he spins me around to face him, shoving me down to my knees in front of him.

His cock is rock-hard again, the tip brushing against my lips, and Ivan fists my hair in one gloved hand.

“Suck it, dove,” he orders, staring down at me, and the sight of him ordering me from behind the mask makes my swollen clit throb. “I want to watch you suck me with all of these mirrors around us. Make me come in your pretty mouth.”

This time, I obey without question. I don’twantto disobey. I want him, and I’ve given up pretending otherwise. I want all of this, and I open my mouth, leaning forward and wrapping one hand around the base of his cock as I suck the head between my lips, bracing my other hand on his hip.

“Oh, fuckinghell—” Ivan moans as I start to suck, and I feel a flush of pleasure at the sound.

I don’t tease him. I go all in, sliding my lips down his thick shaft, taking as much of him as I can. I let my saliva coat his shaft, making it fast and messy, licking and sucking ravenously as I push his cock into the back of his throat, moaning around itas I feel my own arousal rising to meet his. Ivan’s hand tightens in my hair, and even with the mask on, I can see him watching us in the mirrors.

It just turns me on even more.

“Reach down and rub your clit,” he rasps. “Use my cum to get it wet. I want to hear how sloppy it is. Fuck yourself with my cum.”

I don’t need to be told twice. I slip my hand into my soaked panties, my pussy already wet with his cum that’s dripped out of me. I rub it over my clit, slick and hot, and the wet, mingled sounds of me sucking his cock and fingering myself fill the air as Ivan groans.

“I’m going to come in your mouth, dove. Come with me. Fucking come?—”

His cock stiffens between my lips, and I feel my clit throb under my fingertips, my whole body tightening as another orgasm hits. I moan around him, his sounds of pleasure mingling with mine, and Ivan gasps, his hand closing around his cock as the first hot spurts of his cum coat my tongue, and he pulls back.

“Open up,” he commands. “Open your—fucking—mouth?—”

I part my lips, opening my mouth, and out of the corner of my eye, in the mirror, I can see him shooting onto my tongue. The sight is so filthy, so erotic, that I feel another jolt of pleasure rock me, my fingers still frantically stroking my clit as Ivan spurts onto my tongue again and again.

“Keep it there—” He moans, stroking himself hard, the last drops spilling out before he twists me around with his hand in my hair, so that I’m facing the mirror. “Fuck, look at you, dove. Such a good fucking slut, with your hand in your panties and your mouth full of my cum.”

I lookfilthy.My hand is between my legs, my mouth full of his sticky white cum. It’s coating my tongue and my lips, to thepoint that it’s beginning to drip from the corner of my mouth. “Swallow,” Ivan orders, and I obey, licking my lips clean as I swallow every last drop.

And then, as he reaches with his other hand to tuck himself away, it’s as if his entire demeanor shifts in a second.

He rips the mask off, tossing it to the chair as he reaches down to get my shirt. Carefully, he helps me to my feet, tugging my jeans up and slipping my shirt over my head as I stare at him, feeling a bit in shock. “Are you okay?” he asks, the expression on his now-visible face one of concern. He yanks off his gloves, too, wiping at the corner of my mouth tenderly as he pushes my hair back. “You’re alright?”

I nod, feeling confused. “You—love me?” It’s the only thing I can think of, the thing that stuck in my mind, caught in the web of lust Ivan wrapped me in. “You?—”

“You said you believed me.” His tone is guarded, his face briefly shuttering, as if he thinks I might have lied.

“I do. I—” I really do. In that moment, what I said was the unfettered truth. But it’s harder to face it now, in the aftermath.

Ivan looks uncertain, but he slides his arm around my waist. “Come on,” he says quietly. “Let’s go back to the motel.”

I feel almost shaky, as we start to walk back. I do believe him. What he said—the way he said it—was too sincere not to. But I don’t know what to do with it.

No matter how he feels, he lied to me, and he kidnapped me.

But he also risked his life for me, over and over. He’s tried to prove to me that he wants things to be different. That he wants it to change.

And the truth is—I think that I might want that, too.

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