Page 30 of Masked in Deception
I kneel before her like the lowly subject I am, not deserving of the air she breathes, and start unlacing her strappy heel. Her dress’s high slit allows me to pull her leg up enough to kiss from her bare foot up to where her thigh meets her lacy panties before moving to the other thigh and kissing my way back down to unlace her other shoe.
“Lie back, Princess,” I say, breaking the silence in the room. She doesn’t hesitate to follow my command, just slowly lies back, propping herself slightly on her elbows so that she can look down at me with those beautiful blue eyes full of desire. I stare into them as I slowly pull her thong down her legs, hoping shecan see from my own gaze how much I need her, before dipping my head under her dress. My first look at her pussy steals my breath.I’ve never seen anything so perfect in my life. The only thing allowing me to look away is my need to taste her.
I part her lips with my fingers before running my tongue from top to bottom.God-fucking-dammit.Her little moans and breaths as I worship her are rewiring my brain. I’m going to fucking die between her legs because I sure as hell can’t think of anything that could make me move.
“Ja…Jack…I need you. Inside me…p..please.”
Well, I guess that will do it.
As soon as I come back up, she’s reaching behind her back, fumbling to unzip her dress but getting it down nonetheless. And just like that, she’s clad only in that damn lingerie she made for me. I’ve jacked off to that image of her countless times, but the picture she sent doesn’t do justice to the living, breathing woman sitting in front of me. I reach out and gently place my hand around her neck, giving her just a little squeeze, then slowly run it down her chest to her breasts, feeling the fast rhythm of her heart beating behind my touch.
She reaches behind to unclasp her bra, causing her heavy tits to fall free. I lose any confidence I might have had in my ability to make love to her. She must feel my hand tremble. “Jackie, what’s wrong?”
“Just a little nervous, baby girl.”
She places her steady hand on top of mine to stop the shaking. “Don’t be silly. It’s just me…”
Leaning my forehead against her grounds me enough to speak. “Just you? Margot, there is nojust you.It’s all you.Everythinghas always, onlyeverbeen you.”
I pull back to look into her eyes, searching for any doubt that might finally knock some sense into me, but all I find is love, andI can’t stand it anymore. Taking her mouth in a kiss, I seal the fate of our night and the rest of my life.
Chapter twenty-eight
23 years old
If Jack’s proclamation wasn’t enough to completely melt me, this kiss is. Hello, my name is Margot, and I now identify as a puddle. Because he’s always been everything to me too. For twenty-three years, he’s been the axis my world spun around. Always in the back of my mind. Always in my heart. AndGod,have I wanted him.
When he was a cute little boy with curly golden hair, I wanted him to hold me every time I fell and kiss every scratch. Then he grew into a heartthrob teen, lanky from growing tall so fast, but with washboard abs that stood out in the summer, when his skin was golden from being outside without a shirt every day. I was still a little girl filled with fantasies of being a princess, and I wanted him to marry me and be my Prince Charming. When he went off to college, he was hardly ever at home, but I was learning to become a young woman. Every picture posted online, showcasing how much he was filling out, would make me feel things I didn’t quite understand. Somewhere along theway, he grew into the man he is today. His once unruly golden hair, now clean cut and light brown, his muscles fitting his six-foot-four-inch frame, and his style reflecting that of a man with his life together. Somewhere along the way, I became a woman, learning good and well what his pictures made me feel. And somewhere along the way, every boyfriend I had morphed into Jack when I closed my eyes.
I pull out of the kiss to finally get what I’ve yearned for, for years. “Jack, I need you.”
And do I ever. If sex with him is anything as good as what he just did with this mouth, I’m in for a great time. It’s not like I’ve had many sexual partners. It’s just been the two long-term relationships I had in undergrad, and apparently, neither of them had a clue what they were doing.
He climbs off me, and even though I’m spread naked on his bed, his gaze never leaves my own. I might be a little self-conscious of the fact that he isn’t looking at my body were it not for the fire burning in his eyes and the tent in his pants.
He starts his striptease ever so slowly, unbuttoning his shirt and letting it fall to the floor before kicking off his shoes and moving on to his pants. When he gets to his boxers, I watch in equal parts hunger and horror as the biggest dick I’ve ever seen springs free.
I’ve had nothing but confidence this whole time, but seeing how large he is makes me the slightest bit nervous. My eyes lock in on his dick as I try to figure out how we’re going to get that inside me, and he must sense my apprehension. “Trust me, it’ll fit.”
My eyes snap up to find him smirking.The arrogant bastard.I hate that he knows it’ll fit. God, how many women has he used to test that theory? If there has ever been anything I’ve been more certain about, it’s that no woman has ever taken him the way I will.
And no woman ever will again.
Jack takes a step toward me before freezing in place. “Shit. Hold on, baby. I’m just going to grab a condom real quick.”
“No! I mean, I’m clean, and I’m on birth control, and I trust you, and…and I just need to feel you.”
A fire I’ve never seen before lights in his eyes before he stalks toward me, following me on the bed as I crawl backward until I hit the headboard. He pulls me to lie down before climbing over me, encasing me in his arms, and searching my eyes once again. “Are you sure, baby girl?”
All I can do is nod.
His hands roam down my body until they find my pussy, groaning when he feels how wet I am for him. The moment he sinks two fingers inside me, I release a moan of my own.
“Fuck, Princess, you’re sogoddamntight,” he says, fucking his fingers in and out of me in a slow but brutal pace for what seems like an eternity.
Eventually, he removes his fingers and grabs the base of his dick, rubbing it up and down and lubing himself with my arousal. He lines himself up at my opening, his wide head already spreading me more than I’ve ever been. My eyes close in anticipation of the initial pain this stretch will cause when he cups my face with his other hand, resting on his forearm. “Open your eyes, baby girl.”
I do as he says, and the view of him above me takes my breath away.I can’t believe I was about to miss this.I’ve imagined this exact view countless times, but those fantasies didn’t do justice to the living, breathing man above me.
