Page 80 of I Accidentally Hired a Shadow Walker
I prepared myself for his dick to slip into my ass. That was clearly what he wanted, but he didn’t go for it. Instead, he thrust into my pussy, deep and fast, then remained there for a moment before starting a slow and steady stroke. He kept going, thumb in ass, dick in pussy.
I gripped the chair, arching my back as much as I could. I pushed back, meeting his thrusts, helping him move deeper inside. Then, he stopped, and his hand found my throat to lift me. His mouth next to my ear, he growled.
“Tell me I’m the right one,” he spoke, and my pussy quivered around his dick.
I knew exactly what he wanted: permission to enter. I said nothing, wanting to know what he would do if I denied him. He pulled his dick out of my pussy, just to the tip, then slammed back inside me. He waited, and I said nothing. Twoof those shadowed hands appeared in front of me. They moved to my breasts and pinched my nipples. I had to keep the smile from my face; I liked it, but I wouldn’t let him know it.
“Say it,” he demanded.
“Say what?” I looked back at him.
“You want to play those games?” The hands on my nipples heated, and I squealed as my head snapped forward. I looked down to see the fingertips slowly glowing red.
“Okay,” I said, and they cooled instantly. “Damn, you didn’t even give me a chance.”
“That was just a warning.” He kissed my jaw. “Let me hear it.”
“You’re the one,” I said as his lips moved to my neck.
“The only one,” he instructed between kisses, and the shadowed fingers warmed a little, a warning that I should do as he asked.
“You’re the only one.”
His hand slid from my throat to cover my mouth. “Spit in it.”
I spit in his hand then waited as he pulled from my pussy and covered his dick in my spit. Extra lube for his entry.
He placed his hand on my back and pushed me forward. My stomach clinched in anticipation, and I had to remind myself that clinching wasnotthe move. So, I took a deep breath and relaxed.
He pressed against my asshole for a moment then slowly entered. I inhaled sharply when he first pushed inside. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d let anyone do it. The pain of adjustment faded fast, and then there was pleasure, pure and intense.
I slipped my hand between my thighs and rubbed my clit. The combination of his hands on my hips, dick thrusting into my asshole, and my ownfingers rubbing slow circles on that special spot quickly had my legs shaking. But even that wasn’t enough, because I felt the heat of those shadows working for him. They moved across my back, up to my shoulder, down my arm, across my hand. They danced around my fingers before slipping inside my pussy. Moments later, that heat, that tingle that followed, found my G-spot.
“Fuck!” I cried out, gripping the chair for dear life. “I’m coming.”
“No. Not yet,” he said, and it was like everything stopped. The shadows pulled back as he lifted me from the chair and carried me over to the bed.
He disappeared while I lay there, on edge and highly irritated. When he returned, he had a towel in his hand and stood in front of me, cleaning off his dick, and the shadows returned. They moved in and out of my pussy, slow and unnerving, just enough to keep my body humming.
I realized what he was doing, and those hands appeared again, pulling my legs apart.
Did he just clean his dick before entering my pussy? Okay, consideration!
Raymond climbed into the bed, positioning himself on top of me. Then, he kissed me. His lips captured mine, stealing my breath as his dick slipped into my pussy. He fucked me slow and deep, each dive a targeted effort. My body seized beneath him. My nails dug into his back.
“Please,” I moaned. I couldn’t believe it, but I was asking for his permission to orgasm.
He had me. He knew it.
The deep chuckle rumbled in his chest, and then he whispered in my ear, “Let it go, baby.”
And I did. I came.
“Good girl.” Raymond remained on top of me until my legs stopped trembling. He kissed my lips, my chin, my neck. “I’ll run you a bath.”
He stood from the bed, and as he walked away, the shadows appeared with a blanket to cover my body. The heated cover felt like heaven. I smiled as I pulled it closer to my face, snuggling into it, then groaned when the alarm sounded in my bag. I lifted my head, wanting to check the alert but refusing to get up.
Raymond chuckled and nodded, and the shadows brought me the phone.
