Page 22 of The Deceived

Her hands come down, grasping at my hair for purchase as she rides the ever-loving fuck out of my face. I hate to even stop her but stop her I must. There are rules in place after all.

“Mind your hands, Winter,” I whisper against her wet flesh and she moans her protest.

I flick her clit relentlessly with my tongue and a few moments later I’m rewarded with her climax.

“Fuck!” Winter shouts as her torso lifts from the bed, her muscle straining as I lick every last bit of her. I have the desire to dirty this woman up, so I swipe my face across her inner thigh before biting the tender flesh and crawling my way over the top of her. The brush of her soft skin against mine and her scent of bergamot is intoxicating.

“Do you think your tight little cunt can handle my big fat cock?” I whisper in her ear as she bucks her hips up into mine in response.

I support my weight on one elbow grasping my cock and brushing the head of it against her clit. With a hard press, she moans pushing her needy little cunt up try to force me to slide my cock into her pussy.

“Please. Oh God please fuck me!” She cries.

I can’t help but chuckle with delight. “Are you begging for this cock, Winter?”

My dick is rock hard and I’m barely hanging on. One pump inside her and I’ll likely explode.

“Yes! Fuck yes!” She calls out as I rub the tip of myself against her clit in fast, hard circles. Her pussy grows wetter. She’s writhing against me, meeting me stroke for stroke and I’ve had all that I can take of this foreplay.

I need to feel her.

I slide my cock in and we both moan as she stretches around me.

“Son of a bitch.”, she hisses and I stop, daring not to move a muscle.

“Did I hurt you?” I wait for her answer, afraid to move. Afraid I’ve ruined this experience for both of us.

“No. Keep going.” She breathes heavily and begins to move underneath me, coaxing me back into action. I hesitantly start to move, slowly sliding a little more of my cock into her snug cunt with each new thrust.

Fuck she feels amazing.

We quickly establish our pace and soon I’m on the edge of coming. I push myself up so I’m on my knees and I grasp Winter’s ankles holding them in the air to use as leverage while I piston in and out of her.

“I’m going to come.” She grits out between panting breaths before she bites her bottom lip. That’s my fucking undoing. I reach out tugging the blindfold up and over her head. Her eyes lock with mine.She is stunning.

Her pussy grips me like a vice and after a few more thrusts I’m coming with her. I pump mindlessly into her a few more times before I release her legs to one side and sadly pull out of her and roll to the other.

Fuck. That was amazing.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see movement and when I turn to face the window, I see three couples outside fucking.

“I forgot they were out there,” I say as I turn on my side shielding Winter from their view.

She rolls onto her side to face me peeking over me at the window before laying back down, propping her head on her arm. “Seems we had an audience.”

“They must have liked what they saw,” I say as I tug at the ends of her hair before twisting the soft pale strands between my fingers.

I definitely liked what I saw.

CHAPTER11

WINTER

This feels unnatural to be laying here in bed beside the monster that destroyed my life. I am sated, boneless, satisfied even.I’m disgusted with myself.Every fantasy that I’ve had about this man, and believe me I’ve had a lot, they never prepared me for the reality that is Rex Dean. Being the sole focus of his attention is like staring at the face of the sun. You know you will get burned but it is just so warm, so beautiful, and comforting and you just can’t help yourself.

Seeing him come undone because of me, well that was the highlight. Knowing that I can affect him.

But now as he slumbers soundly beside me, the onlookers have long gone after he darkened our window; I need to get back to my plans. Bringing this piece of shit down. I slip out from under his arm, careful not to wake him. I slowly rise from the bed, The candles are long burnt out, only a dim light from the cracked bathroom door provides any illumination to the room. I sneak as stealthily as one can sneak while being naked and in an unfamiliar space, and finally I find his pants amongst the scattered remains of our clothes. I rifle through his pockets and find nothing. Not even his wallet.Shit.

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