Page 87 of His Two Hidden Masks

I licked my lips and stood. He pulled me in close for a kiss. His tongue danced inside my mouth as we both tasted the salt and musk of his come.

I breathed out a whimper. “Your music is so beautiful.”

“So are you,” he said. “I want more, Bella.” He traced a finger across my lower lip and his eyes darkened.

“I want to feel your perfect pussy shaking all around me while you wear those goddamn, beautiful, fuck-me boots.” His voice was low and husky, even as he smiled.

“Oh, you noticed these little old things?” I said, lifting one of my heels in the air.

“I noticed them.” He took my hand and placed it on his dick. It was rock hard under my touch.

“You are joking,” I said in mock surprise. “Do you have a medical condition?” I giggled.

“I am always hard for you,” he said.

I looked at the door. “Someone could come in.”

“No one is coming in,” he said. “Take off your pants.”

It took only a moment to consider his offer. The realization that a crowd of people were just inches away from us heightened the tension.

This was naughty and dangerous. I loved it. I stepped out of my boots, slid off my leather pants and underwear. He pointed to my sweater.

I nodded and lifted it over my head. I undid my bra, revealing my breasts. My nipples erect, I stood naked before him, my body bathed in the blue light of the exit sign. It reminded me of the moonlight the night we met.

“Boots on,” he said, reminding me.

“Boots on.” I slipped my foot into each boot and bent over, showing him my ass, as I pulled the long zipper up each leg. I stood naked, wearing nothing but my red leather, thigh-high boots.

“Fuck me, please,” I said, using my sweetest and most demure voice.

He grunted out a response, and grabbed me, his hands under my ass. In a rush, he lifted me in the air and slammed me against the brick wall. One hand swept behind me, protecting me from the impact.

The jolt surprised me; a rush of adrenaline and desire left me gasping. He pressed against me, his lips against mine, his tongue probing inside my mouth.

“You are mine,” he said, between hungry kisses. “Say it.”

“I’m yours. Only yours.”

He held me in the air, pressed against the wall, my legs wrapped around his hard abs. He slipped one hand close to my pussy and jammed three fingers inside me.

“Open, baby.”

I let loose a strangled cry as his fingers thrust and circled deep inside me. He wasn’t taking his time. He didn’t need to. My pussy was swollen and dripping wet for him.

He opened a condom, and leaning against me he rolled it on. He lifted my hips up slightly, guiding my body until my opening was poised right against his hot tip. My legs spread wide. He didn’t take his time. I was ready.

He pushed into me in one steady thrust, the sensation of being filled and stretched so immediate and so good. His kiss muffled my cries of pleasure.

He rocked into me, his hands protecting my body from the wall. With steady, even thrusts, he drove his cock into me again and again. Our bodies collided and energy coiled inside me hard and fast.

“Take it,” he said, his voice ragged. “Take me, baby.” He thrust into me with every word.

“More.” I gasped. “I’m so close. So close. More.”

His head rolled back as he drove into me deeper, harder. Holy shit, he was touching me in places that were so deep. I was so full, so utterly possessed and owned by this man.

“Now. Now. Now.” My voice rose with every thrust. I bucked against him as an orgasm tore through my body.

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