Page 52 of His Two Hidden Masks

“Are you a dirty girl?”

“Yes, yes,” I said. “So dirty. I’m so fucking dirty.”

He dropped his mouth to my neck, his stubbled cheek tickling me as he nibbled at my collar bone and ran his tongueup the side of my neck. His breath ragged like mine, he cupped my pussy, his fingers curling beneath me as if he wanted to slip them inside me again. He massaged my clit through my panties.

“Lie back, princess,” he said. He lowered me onto the marble and pulled my knees up, my boots right at the edge of the table. My legs sprawled open, I lay before him, prone and wanting.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he said. With his arms on either side of my red boots, he ran his tongue up my thighs until he reached my panties. His mouth lingered to breathe in my scent.

He inhaled and growled. “So, perfect.” He slipped his fingers under my panties, grabbing the thin string that crossed my hips. He snapped the fabric, and he tore the panties off.

“There’s my girl,” he said, staring at my pussy. He leaned down, his mouth close as he ran his fingers through my folds, opening me up. “So wet, so warm.”

My hips intuitively started to slowly rock up and down.

He plunged three fingers inside me. I cried out, the sensation triggering a pulse of pleasure. “You want more, baby?”

“Yes, oh please, yes,” I said, my body quivering. “I want it. I want it.”

He smiled and dropped to his knees, his fingers sliding out of me so suddenly that the absence of him sent a ripple of loss through my body. He parted my lips and licked my pussy as if I were the most delicious dish in the world. He sucked on my clitoris, and ever so slightly traced his teeth over my hardening nub.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes.” Pleasure built inside of me. All the heat in my body gathered in my clit as if his tongue were a magnet.

“Fuck, yes,” he growled, eating me out, the vibration of his voice against my sex overwhelming.

“I can’t wait. I can’t.” My hands tangled in his hair, my body shaking, I knew I couldn’t last.

“Come, baby.” His tongue darted in and out of me, as he continued to massage me with his fingers. “Come for me,” he said, the vibration of his voice coaxing me closer to climax.

I pressed against him, completely uninhibited. I gasped, my legs spreading wider with every thrust until I pushed my knees against his head. My hands in his hair, my thighs pulling him in, his face fucking me, I lost control, my body bucking with strong waves.

I tumbled through time and space, shaking and shuddering. I cried out. I screamed. My body knew nothing but this man and this pleasure.

Throbbing and shaking, he lowered me back down on the table. I looked up to see him watching me. He was fucked drunk, his lips glistening with my come.

The moment dream-like, I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair.

“Perfect. You are so perfect.” With a wild fire in his eyes, he unbuckled his pants. I nodded, knowing that he needed release. I understood now that giving me pleasure, watching me come first, was his foreplay. His cock needed me to shudder, and now he was ready.

His eyes never left my face as his pants fell to the ground. He stood before me in his black boxers, the tip of his erection at the top of his briefs. He touched it with his finger, I could see a glisten of come in the light.

He rocked his head back and breathed. “Just a second, baby,” he said, moving his head from side to side. “I could come just looking at you.”

I bit my lip and scooted my hips forward, letting my knees drop open again to expose my wet, throbbing pussy. I wanted him to see me pink and glistening.

He pulled down his briefs. His enormous cock dropped to the side, hard and proud. I could see the veins running down each side of him. I wanted to touch him, to feel his throbbing heat.

He had a condom in his hand, which he unwrapped and slid over his dick, never taking his eyes off my pussy.

“Take me,” I said, running my fingers over my clit. My body shuddered at my touch.

He fisted his cock, moving his hand up and down as he stared at me. I was looking into the wild eyes of a wolf. He grabbed my hips, pulled me forward, his hand under the small of my back. He sat me up, and knelt down, pressing his hips between my legs. The tip of his cock pressed against my wetness.

“Please, yes, oh yes,” I cried, as his rock-hard dick slid into me inch by inch.

“Fuck, yes,” he whispered. “Open up for me, baby, open wide.”

He had fucked me with his fingers and with his mouth, all for this, to make sure I was ready to take him in, to prepare me for this moment. I remembered the sensation of him sliding into me the night before, but that was before I knew his name, that was before he had called me his woman.

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