Page 27 of My Masked Stalker
“Are you a needy little girl, Emily?” he growls, the low timbre of his voice echoing in my bones.
I squeeze my eyes shut and nod, pressing my thighs together. I can’t believe I’m still horny after he forced me to come so many times.
He moves the loofah lower, over my belly, stopping at the juncture of my thighs where my legs are pressed firmly together. When I look at him, I see one dark eyebrow come up imperiously.
“Let me in, Red,” he commands, his voice unyielding.
“I’m not Red anymore,” I challenge like a brat, even though my voice sounds completely breathless. “The costume’s on the floor.”
Killian’s lips part into a vicious grin. It makes me yearn for him to kiss me again.
“You’ll always be my Red, sweetheart. And I’ll always be your wolf.”
As if reading my mind, he leans forward and takes my mouth with his, parting my lips and conquering me with his tongue. Moaning, I let my legs part, and he doesn’t waste a second. The loofah rubs against my pussy, the pleats spreading my lower lips, teasing my clit. I gasp into Killian’s mouth, my hands coming up to clutch at his broad shoulders, my fingers slipping as I try to hold on.
“You like that?” he snarls against my lips, his hand picking up speed. I feel his other arm flexing under my touch, and I know he’s jerking off as he drives me insane with the loofah between my legs. When I don’t answer, he catches my lower lip with his teeth. The sting makes me flinch back. “Answer me, Red.”
“Yes. Yes! But…” I hesitate, not knowing how to say what I need.
Killian pulls back and stops, making me whine in disappointment.
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart, or you won’t get anything,” he threatens.
I pull my lower lip into my mouth, wincing when I rub against the small cut he made. When Killian drops the loofah and wraps a hand around my throat, my mouth falls open in shock and fear.
“I can’t stand watching you bite your lip anymore, Emily,” he grits out between clenched teeth. “It makes me want to hurt you so good.”
“K—Killian,” I sputter out, pulling on his wrists.
He eases his grip infinitesimally, his face set in self-satisfied lines.
“Yes, Emily? Are you going to tell me what you need?”
I nod hastily. “I… I need your c—cock, but…”
He narrows his gorgeous blue eyes at me. No killer should look this beautiful. “But what?”
“But… I’m still sore from… Could we…”
Killian sighs, his fingers flexing around my throat in warning. “Speak up, Emily. Or I’ll shut you up with my dick.”
My cheeks heat up, picturing him gagging me with that beautiful monster. I shut my eyes against his gaze.
“I want you to, f—fuck my ass,” I finally say, the words coming out in one breathless string of sounds.
After a moment of silence, I open my eyes to see him blink twice. Then his lips slowly spread into that wolfish smile that just fits him perfectly.
“Well, well,” he purrs. “My little kindergarten teacher is an anal slut.”
Embarrassed but also relieved to have it out there, I nod and roll my lips together, mindful not to bite.
“I’ll fuck your tight little ass as much as you want, sweetheart,” he says, and stands up. As he does, I see his dick is already wet with precum. “And then I’ll keep going. You’re not going to be able to sit in class without thinking of me.”
Flushing, I lick my lips, unable to tear my eyes away from his member. Do I really want that big cock in my ass? I don’t think I have a choice anymore, not when I opened that door.
“Scoot forward,” he orders me, and climbs into the tub behind me. We’re going to do it like this, right here?
I only ever did anal in doggy style, the few times a guy was actually brave enough to ask for it. I never could, worried whatthey’d think of me. For some reason, I don’t believe Killian would ever give me a reason to be ashamed of my needs.
