Page 118 of Strange Seduction
She reached between us, wrapping her hand around me with a little hum, and lined me up. But she didn’t sink down yet.
No.
Carmen Reyes liked the build.
“Tell me you want me,” she commanded.
I growled. “I want you so fucking bad it hurts.”
She grinned. Then she dropped her hips and took me in slowly, inch by inch, letting out a soft, surprised moan like she’d forgotten how good we fit.
I gripped the edge of the couch, jaw tight under the mask. “Fuck, Carmen.”
“Shh.” She ran her nails down my chest. “Good boys don’t talk unless spoken to. Remember?”
She started to ride me—first slow, sensual, like she had all the time in the world to make me lose my damn mind. Her thighs gripped tighter around my hips as she bounced with more confidence.
I watched her take me so effortlessly, completely mesmerized by how well we fit together.
She squeezed my throat.
“Eyes on me,” she breathed, rolling her hips in that way that made my vision go white around the edges. “You keep looking away, and I’ll stop.”
My eyes snapped to her face. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
“Oh? Getting needy again?”
“Yes,” I panted. “Really fucking needy.”
Her pace picked up, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. Neither was she—her thighs trembled, her head fell back, and she let out a low cry that had me barely holding on.
“I’m close, baby,” I warned, voice cracking under the mask.
She bit her lips and fought the moan begging to escape. Those perfect teeth could be used better, I thought. So, I tilted my head slightly and gave her full access to my neck.
“Mark me,” I commanded.
“I—”
“Do it.” I cut her off bluntly. “I’m yours, right? Mark me, Sweetness.”
She leaned in, and sunk her teeth into my skin, unbinding all the restraint I was trying to hold onto. “I’m gonna cum, baby.”
I choked that out as she dragged her lips across my ear. “Cum with me.”
And that was all it took.
It was messy. Loud. Intense. She slumped forward against my chest, both of us breathless and shaking.
I still need more.
“New position,” I commanded as I slid the condom off. Letting her slide into the couch, I retrieved the camera. For this part, it needed to be closer.
Carmen was already on all fours by the time I adjusted the camera to face us. Her back arched, her ponytail falling forward in wild and tangled curls, that sleek black mask still sitting perfectly on her face. She glanced back over her shoulder, lips parted, waiting for me—inviting me.
I stepped behind her, my hand gliding down her spine, settling at the dip of her lower back where her iconic tattoo was.
“You ready for me, Sweetness?”
