Page 77 of Masked

Dear God. Where did he come up with this stuff?

“Spread your legs wider.”

He crouched in a squatting position and licked her tender pussy. She squirmed on his face and he smacked her ass. “Be still.”

She gripped the counter and squeezed her eyes shut as he tortured her with his tongue, bringing her to the brink and pulling her back again.

“Please, Noah. Fuck me, I’m begging you.”

“Such a desperate little slut.”

“Yes, damn it. I’m desperate. If you don’t fuck me, I’m going to explode.”

He chuckled and stood, and she heard his zipper being lowered before he pressed himself against her.

“You can come whenever you want. In fact, if you don’t come on my cock like a good little slut I’m going to whip your pussy again after I’m done and then I’ll have to punish you for getting cum on my belt.”

“Jesus Christ, Noah. Has anyone ever told you that you’re filthy?”

He laughed, a full-bodied laugh, as he dragged his cock along her slit. “Yes, Reva, they have. I’m glad you’re finally understanding just how filthy I am. Now shut up and take my cock. The only sounds I want to hear are my skin against yours and you moaning because I’m fucking you so hard.”

He slammed into her, and she was sure her hips were going to be bruised from being slammed into the counter so hard.

“Take my cock, little slut.”

She cried out as he picked up the pace and punished her pussy with hard thrusts of his cock. She felt stretched and full, and she was already on the edge of an orgasm.

The angle he was hitting her at was stimulating her clit, and it didn’t take long for the first orgasm to take over her body. She squeezed his cock like a vise, but he still pumped in and out of her. Grabbing a fist full of her hair as she screamed through her orgasm.

A second one slammed into her a few seconds later, and he followed behind her with a loud roar of satisfaction.

“Fuck, little siren, you’re going to kill me,” he said as he breathed heavily through the final tremors of his pleasure.

“Me kill you?” she asked incredulously.

He laughed and smacked her ass one more time before he eased out of her.

He went back to the door, leaving her where she was and came back with her sliced up dress and used it to gently wipe the excess cum that coated her thighs and pussy.

“Stay right there,” he said as he adjusted his pants and threaded his belt back through the loops.

She heard him leave and tried not to feel panicked.

The door opening made her jump, but his voice soothed her instantly.

“I don’t have any of your clothes in my bag yet, so you’ll have to wear something of mine until I can get you to a shower.”

She took the t-shirt and gym shorts and put them on, grateful that she’d worn flats instead of heels. They still didn’t look great with the slouchy casual wear, but it didn’t look nearly as awful as heels would have.

He took her to a nearby hotel where they didn’t question him asking for a room for the next few hours even though it definitely wasn’t the type of hotel that rented by the hour. He was just that powerful in this city.

He’d put his over coat on her in the car again so she didn’t look too out of place. When they got to the room, he had her rinse off in the shower while he filled the over-sized jacuzzi tub. When she was out of the shower, he pointed to the tub.

“Relax for a bit, sweetheart. I’m going to make a couple of phone calls and then join you.”

She blushed under his gaze, and he chuckled.

“What?”

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