Page 92 of Terror Tuesday
“You want it here?” His voice is a raw growl.
My body hums with the need for his touch. “Yes. I want you to fuck mehere. Make me forget?—”
“No.” The single word arrests me, commanding my full attention. He lays me down on the white comforter, moonlight spilling like silver across my trembling body. The masked silhouette looms above—possessive, controlled.Mine.
“I won’t let you forget. I’m going to make you rememberusinstead,” he whispers fiercely, hands sliding slowly, deliberately toward my jeans.
In a fury of passion, I reach for his hoodie to rip it off. He lets me while he’s tugging down my pants along with my panties.
I don’t even care that he won’t let me touch the mask. My lips find where his would be, and we kiss through the fabric—breath against breath, hungry and blind. His lungs huff air inside me as his body lies on top of mine.
He gets his jeans down to mid-thigh and strokes his firm cock.
“I have an IUD,” I blurt—like this is some casual hookup instead of a blood-drenched fever dream.
His motion freezes as he hovers just over me, my thighs parted for him. With a small chuckle, he says, “I’ll rip it out. I’m knocking you up as soon as possible.”
Before I can protest, he plunges inside, and I arch back at the fullness of him.
“Vanq… Tell me your real name,” I whimper.
“Fuck… Shit.”
His body shudders as he collapses onto me, holding me tighter. If he goes any deeper, I think I’ll come easily. But he stops. Burying his face in my neck, he groans low and deep into my skin, moisture beads forming where he breathes me in.
Pulses from his cock fill me to the brink as heat spills from where we’re joined. He lifts onto his elbows, the mask scanning my face.
I timidly ask, “D-Did you just come?”
“Stay right there, my queen.”
I’m prepared to tell him it happens to every guy. That I’m not disappointed, but before I can even form a word, he slides down to my core, lifts the bottom part of his mask and shoves his lips onto my pussy like he’s famished.
“Oh my god!” I squeal as he licks his cum out of me. Then, he stuffs his full tongue into my hole, following it with his fingers, diving as deep as they can go.
“There’s that string. I feel it.” He tugs on the end of my birth control until it shifts painfully.
Hurriedly, I grasp his forearm. “Don’t. Don’t you dare.”
His head tilts. “I’ll wait until you’re asleep. Or better—tied up and left to scream.”
From this angle, I can’t even protest, especially when he returns to sucking on my clit. I fall back onto the pillows and roll my pussy all over his face, the stubble from his beard scratching the places that Elliot’s did, too. Both of them… They’re both so…
Justdon’tsay the wrong name, Olivia. Focus.
“V…I’m going to come…”
As soon as I’m about to explode, he stops, then hurriedly gets on top of me, his dick again hard and ready. Without stopping, he plunges to the hilt.
“Come all over me. I want everything you have.”
And I do. Thoughts of anyone else. Of the hurt and pain from before. It all fades until it’s just me and my shadow fulfilling every need I have in this moment.
“Vanq!”
His orgasm is smoother this time as he joins me, both of us panting breaths into the still night. The only sound is the rocking of the boat against the dock and the subtle waves splashing against the side.
He lifts me to sit while still buried deep inside me. Our faces are only an inch apart. If only he’d let me see him…
