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As I tried to ignore him.

Tried not to come.

Even though I worried I’d fail.

23

Isaac

I’d severely miscalculated.

When I’d been pissed at Tovah the other night for her reticence in sharing about herself—and at myself for the way her presence had turned me completely pussy-whipped—I’d decided I needed to punish her. And from the way she’d reacted in her journalistic ethics class, it was clear public embarrassment was the best punishment for her. Sure, it got her off, and she seemed to have something of a humiliation kink, but if anything, being turned on by her own shame made her hate the experience even more.

So even though the purchase of the sexy maid costume had originally been meant just for me to enjoy, I’d decided to make her wear it to the hockey house party.

But what I hadn’t considered was what having her wear something so damn slutty in public would do to me. It somehow hadn’t occurred to my moronic ass that putting her in a skimpy, frilly little outfit would mean that every fucker at the party would be able to stare at her bare skin. That her gorgeous, heavy tits—usually only on display for me—had been served up for all my teammates and whoever else had shown up at this damn party.

It only took twenty or so minutes before I was dragging her out of the room and up the stairs, determined to get her under me and remind both of us who she belonged to.

You’re jealous. Is it because you’re starting to care?

I wasn’t. Icouldn’t be.Jealousy and caring would mean I wanted her long-term, and I couldn’t have her long-term. Not with my family and the danger that followed us. No, I wasn’t jealous. And I’d fucking prove it to her.

But first I was going to come down her tight little throat and remind her of her place. Coming might happen faster than I’d intended, because the feel of her throat squeezing the sides of my cock was almost more than I could take. Couple that with knowing she couldn’t fight me, and fuck, my spine was tingling, and my balls were as heavy as rocks. I’d only thrust a few times, and I felt out of control.

What was it about this girl that made every time feel like the first time? Not just with her, but the first time, period. Like I was a virgin all over again.

I stared down at her, lost in her angry but turned-on brown eyes. I stroked her face, marveling at her silky skin, needing this contact between us. It must have been too much for her, because she closed them.

Nope.

I wasn’t letting her stay distant from me, from this. The more I got my hands on her, my cock in her, the more I needed her open, vulnerable.

Mine.

“You open those pretty eyes and keep them on me,” I ordered. “Or I’ll shut your nose again and you’ll pass out with my cock down your throat.”

Her eyes popped back open, and the helpless rage in them made me even harder.

But it wasn’t enough. No, I wanted her truly helpless, wanted her to fight her body and lose.

Withdrawing, I rose off her chest. It took some awkward maneuvering, but moments later I was turned around, with my back to the headboard, still on top of her, but this time facing her pussy. She’d started struggling again, trying get away, but I surrounded her, covered her. She wasn’t going anywhere. I pulled up the frilly skirt of the maid costume. And yeah, I’d been right; the little black thong was soaked. It only took one pull to rip it in two. There was her bare, glistening pussy, just begging for me to get my mouth on her.

Ah yeah, I was hungry.

But first.

Some more awkward maneuvering, but then my cock was back in her mouth.

“You ever done sixty-nine before, Tovah?”

She gurgled something around my cock, making my spine tingle again.

The thought that she had made me ragey.

Nope.

I wasn’t angry. I wasn’t jealous. She was wrong. So I felt a little territorial, so what? It was normal, probably—even though I’d never felt that way before.

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