Page 23 of My Masked Savior
Her thighs quiver as I drop to my knees. I spread her wider, exposing her completely. She’s soaked, glistening in the low light of my apartment.
“Look how wet you are for me.” I drag my thumb through her folds, collecting her arousal. “Been thinking about this since I first fucking met you.”
Morgan whimpers, hips lifting off the couch. I press her back down with one hand splayed across her lower abdomen.
“Stay still.”
I lower my mouth to her center, giving her one long, slow lick from entrance to clit. She tastes like honey and salt, better than I’d imagined. Her body jerks, a gasp tearing from her throat.
“That’s it, princess. Let me hear you.”
I circle her clit with my tongue, applying just enough pressure to tease, not satisfy. Her hands fly to my hair, fingers digging into my scalp.
“Please,” she whispers.
I look up, maintaining eye contact as I suck her clit between my lips. Her back arches, eyes rolling back.
“You’re going to come on my tongue,” I breathe against her, before flicking my tongue over the bundle of nerves. “And then you’re going to come on my cock.”
I slip two fingers inside her, curling them to get to the spot that makes her cry out. When I find it, I press firmly, setting a rhythm with my fingers while my mouthworks her clit.
“So fucking perfect,” I growl against her flesh. “This pussy was made for me.”
Her thighs begin to shake, internal muscles clenching around my fingers. She’s close.
“Look at me when you come.”
Her eyes lock with mine, glazed with pleasure.
“That’s it. Give it to me. Now.”
I suck her clit hard, fingers pumping faster, and she breaks. Her body convulses, a strangled cry tearing from her throat as she comes against my mouth. I don’t let up, licking her through each wave, her taste flooding my senses.
“Mine,” I murmur against her sensitive flesh. “Every inch of you is mine now.”
9
MORGAN
Ican’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe I’m in my savior’s apartment, with him between my shaking legs, his chin and mouth wet from my pussy. He just gave me the strongest orgasm of my life, setting nerve endings I didn’t know existed in my body on fire, and now he’s promising to do even more.
He kisses his way up my body, starting at my inner thighs, then moving over my trembling belly, lifting my top up and over my head as he goes. I’m hyper aware of every sound and touch, every rasp of his breath. By the time his lips are on mine, I’m back in my head again. This is the most impulsive thing I’ve ever done. I hardly know him. I could be in danger. But he’s not Marco, he won’t humiliate me.Right?And it’s been years, what if I?—
Damien’s palm wraps around my throat with a gentle pressure that has me gasping, anchoring me back to the present. I bug out my eyes at him. “W—what are you doing?”
“I gave you back your breath, princess.” His smirk looks cruel, but his piercing eyes are as grounding as ever. “I cantake it away if you’re not good for me.” He softens the words by caressing the side of my neck with his thumb.
My throat clicks when I swallow. “I—I just...” I begin, not knowing how to tell him what I’m scared of. My heartbeat is so loud in my ears, I could swear I hear the rush of blood through my veins.
Damien’s voice steadies me. “Talk to me, baby.”
I want this, right? I want him? No, I want him to stop. No, no, I want him, I do.
After taking a deep breath, I start with the truth. “I haven’t... It’s been a very long time.”
Damien’s eyes soften, and he leans closer, until they’re all I can see.
“I’ll make this so good for you, princess. But if you ever want me to stop, you just have to say the word, and I will. I promise.”
