Page 126 of The Lies We Steal

“You said no one comes in during Christmas, right?”

Lust, passion, wickedness flashes in her eyes, the golden specks making my cock stiffen.I lean my head towards her face, keeping my distance between our chests so I can keep winding the plastic around her.

“You wanna play, Little Thief?” I question, her head nodding up and down slowly, her nose brushing mine.

I loved how willing she was. How unafraid of testing her limits she was. Letting me push her until she was ready to shatter in my arms.

My grip tightened around the cylinder of plastic, looking down at her, “You trust me, yeah?”

“I trust you.” She repeats, waiting for me to make a move.

“I’m gonna scare you, okay? But I promise I’ll make it feel good after. Be brave for me okay, baby?”

Her eager nod has the head of my dick pressing into my jeans, aching to be released, dying to be inside of her.

My hands worked in circles around her body, wrapping the clear plastic over her breasts, high on her chest, before moving around her shoulder, coming around and pausing as I stare at her.

She watches me with anticipation as I wind it around her throat, then her soft pink lips that press against it like she’s kissing a glass window. I continue, until it’s wrapped right above her nose, making sure it’s tight on her body.

The urge to panic should be building as I limit her oxygen for the moment, the plastic covering both her nose and mouth as I dip my head towards her lips.

I grab her throat in my hand, pulling her covered mouth to my own, kissing her above the elastic that acts as a barrier between us.

Her lips try to move with my own, making me smirk, what a good girl, I think.

She chokes against the plastic, trying not to panic for air, my lips still pressed on hers,

“Shh baby, it’s gonna be okay.” I tell her as I take my finger, slipping it into her mouth poking a hole and allowing air to flow freely.

Gasping as I begin to carefully undo the button on her jeans, her free limbs helping her step out of them. With her panties exposed to me, I walk her back to the floor length mirror, pressing her ass into the cool glass.

Taking the cellophane and wrapping it a few more times around her throat before I toss it onto the floor. I use the tail end of the plastic as a leash of sorts, pulling her towards me and tightening its hold on her neck.

“Alistair,” She whimpers, her free arms grabbing for my t-shirt desperately trying to tug me closer to her body.

My left hand skates down her delicate body, falling between her legs, under her panties and feeling just how needy she was for me. Using the pad of my fingers to smear her wetness all around the soft mound of her pussy.

I spin her around, hold her face to the glass, her breath fogging up the mirror as I groan in her ear,

“You feel how soaked this pussy is for me?”

With ease I stick two fingers inside of her tight walls from the back, feeling her push back into my hand wanting me deeper already. So greedy, so fucking mine. I pull back on the leash, cutting off more of her air flow and I hear her gasp.

One of her hands shoots back, gripping onto my forearm, nails digging in as I see those eyes start to roll back. Cutting off just enough circulation to make her feel like she’s fucking flying all the while I finger fuck her from behind.

I release my hold, allowing her to get a rush of oxygen, her back falling as she holds onto the mirror for support. This is what I wanted every day of my life, watching her fall deeper and deeper into pleasure.

My eyes trailed the deep curve of her back, her tight little panties shoved to the side on her round ass, and God her face was a dream. Flushed and tinted red with adrenaline, my ink sunk into her skin.

This was the closest to heaven a man like me would ever get.

Retracting my fingers from her cunt which makes her whine at the loss, I very quickly slip them into her mouth, through the hole in the plastic allowing her to taste how very sweet she is.

“Like nectar of the gods, Briar. You’re their sweetest gift.” I mummer, she suckles on my digits, wiping them clean before I start to pull my jeans down, releasing my cock from the jean clade prison.

It springs out, landing right between the slick full cheeks of her ass, the thick red tip dripping pre-come. I keep one hand on the leash, while the other pulls to the root of my shaft smudging her spit and juices all around me.

“I’m going to fuck you just like this,” I snarl darkly into her ear, lining my eager cock up with her snug entrance, my body energized by the promise of ravaging her. “Tell me you want it, Briar.”

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