Page 47 of Prey

“Yeah,” he replied. “Helped me forget.”

His masked face nestled into the curve of my neck, kissing through the woolen fabric, which was frustrating, but if he didn’t want to show me yet, then I understood.

“I have a job,” I confessed as warm breath and fabric tickled my skin, invigorating place between my legs. “Not that it’s any of your business.”

“Where?” he asked, then added, still kissing my neck as I quickly crumbled under his spell. “Why?”

“Money, Rourke. Money. The magic that makes the world go round,” I sighed as his hand found my thigh. After being turned on by Ronan at work, I needed some relief.

“I’ll give you money,” he said as that hand moved dangerously close to my pussy which was reeling for him to do more.

I snorted. “From where? Rob a bank?”

“My family has money,” he confessed, but I didn’t believe him. A man who refused to show me his face could lie easily, so I took most of his words with a grain of salt. I was not as naïve as I looked on some issues. “What sort of job is it?”

“I thought you could tell me since you like to stalk me,” I taunted as his hand moved closer again to my pussy, and a naughty finger brushed along my clit over my pants, and a sigh escaped my lips.

“I lost track of you when you boarded the bus,” he confessed, and it made me laugh that he was blatantly honest about his unhealthy obsession.

His fingers brushed over my clit again, and my thighs naturally snapped shut over his hand. “Why me, Rourke?” I breathed as his hand still moved against my clit, making me sodden, while his fabric-covered face moved down my collarbone. “What is it about me that you find so entrancing? I mean…I’m nothing special, plain, nerdy…”

His groan reverberated against my skin as his hand moved away from between my legs and reached for my glasses to remove them. I grabbed them from his fingers so he wouldn’t look too closely at the lens to discover that it was just glass and placed them carefully on the desk.

Judith repeatedly told me I should never let the disguise slip, even when I believed I was alone. I had to be Riley Laws in public and private for the disguise to become a natural expression.

“You’re not plain,” was all he said, and that was enough to cause the pressure building to overflow.

I stripped down my pants and panties and grabbed his hand, directing him back to where I wanted him to be. Two fingers were inserted into my core, and a high-pitched moan escapedmy lips. “I’m not as nice as I seem,” I told him as he positioned himself over the top of me so that he could work those damn fingers.

“So, I’m discovering,” he crooned, then pulled away and climbed off the bed and gasped as cool air met my swollen clit.

“Where are you going?” I asked, grabbing a pillow to put it over my bare body.

“I'm turning the light off because I don’t want you to see the scars,” he stated. With the light off, only a gentle beam came in through the crack in the blind from the streetlights. But that wasn’t good enough for him, so he fiddled with the blind to block out that small light beam.

“I won’t judge,” I whispered as he stood over me. I could see his shape and hear brushing fabric as he removed his sweater and dropped his sweatpants. I was entranced by the contrast of black images on pale skin—many tattoos. His upper left arm was bandaged, and I assumed burned scars lay underneath.

“Riley,” he said sternly as he dropped his underpants, and I could see the outline of his cock sticking straight out in front of him and his hand moving along it. “I’m not ready. Stop pushing it.”

“Okay, I promise, I won’t pressure you to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” I stated as my entire body rippled as he rubbed his hard cock a few times. But still, he refused to remove his mask, even when it was this dark.

“Take your clothes off,” his voice simmered in the dark.

I sat up, pulled my top off, and unhooked my bra as he stood over, watching, leaning forward to prod my skin with the head of his cock. His hand found the back of my head, moving my face closer to his cock, and I opened my mouth to let him slide inside. Their hips rolled, his hand directing me, muffled groans exuding from his mouth.

His taste was salty, and the hardness filling my soft mouth was making me even hornier, and I ran my hands up and down his thighs, then stopped at his balls and started massaging as his grinding became harder inside my mouth, the tip of his cock striking the back of my throat.

His other hand grasped the back of my lace at the base of my skull as he started thrusting into my mouth, and with each thrust, he grunted under that mask. I was so wet that I could feel the juice seeping onto the bed cover from my pussy. I wanted him inside me to scratch an itch and fill me up, but he was determined to fuck my mouth.

“Who…”thrust… “are…”thrust… “you?” he grunted, but my mouth was filled with his moving cock that I couldn’t answer him. I assumed that it was just horny pillow talk because he was so vigorous and turned on by being in my mouth.

He pulled out, and I gasped for air, rubbed his cock twice before warm fluid landed on my face and breasts. When he was done, he stood back and looked at me, even though he couldn’t see much in the dark.

“Rub my cream over your tits and mouth,” his tone grave and a shiver ran down my spine. I didn’t know who this man was, and there I was, allowing him to do whatever he wanted.

I did as he commanded and spread his cum over my nipples and mouth as he slapped his cock to get it hard again, and I reeled at the thought of another round with him.

Running my hand down to my aching clit and pushing the wetness under my fingertips into my sodden pussy, and moaned as I did so. The rubbing of his cock increased as I caught his dark head turn to look up at the top of the window, and I assumed he was worried about the light.

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