Page 57 of My Masked Shadow
When I pull back, her eyes are glassy and dazed.
“I need you,” I groan. “Need to feel you’re okay.”
She swallows, her beautiful brown eyes as big as saucers. “Where?”
I look at the SUV. At the open rear door. At the dark, private space behind tinted glass.
Our gazes meet, and heat flares. Adrenaline is a hell of a drug.
“Get in the back,” I say roughly.
Her blush climbs all the way to her ears. “You mean… here?”
“Door locks. Tinted windows. Caleb’ll stand guard and practice his disappointed dad face.”
“I heard that,” Caleb calls, already walking toward the ramp to flag down Torres. “I’ll be over there, not listening to anything. If the car starts rocking, I’m going blind.”
Barbara lets out a strangled laugh that makes my heart sing. God, I love this woman.
“Come on,” I murmur, guiding her toward the open hatch. “I won’t feel right until I’m balls deep inside you.”
21
BARBARA
“Ethan,” I protest as he clambers inside behind me. He pulls the door closed, drowning out the sound of approaching sirens. “The cops are right outside. Not to mention there’s a freakingbody?—”
“Shh,” he interrupts me, his hands reaching for my face. “Screw all of that right now, firecracker. I need to make you feel good, show you how sorry I am.”
His kiss is brutal, unyielding, uncompromising. I don’t know what it says about me that my panties are soaked, not despite everything that happened, butbecauseof it.
I pull back to speak. “You were… so fucking hot. So sexy, so competent.”
“Yeah?” he purrs, a corner of his mouth lifting up in a smug smirk. “You liked that, baby? Liked seeing me get blood on my hands for you?”
I moan, reaching for his shirt buttons, wanting to get my hands on those tight pecs and tattoos. For months, I tried to tell myself I’m not attracted to him, that I don’t want him, even that I hate him. Now that the dam broke, I can’t help myself anymore.
Ethan’s hands go straight for his zipper, nimble fingers hurrying to get his cock out. When I see the tip glistening with precum, I almost moan again. I need it inside me.
He has other ideas, though. “Suck my cock, little bee,” he says as he wraps one hand around the throbbing rod, the other tugging the crotch of his pants down further, exposing his balls, already tight against his body. “Show me how grateful you are.”
My inner feminist wants me to slap him across the face, tell him I’d never be in a situation like this if it weren’t for him. But there’s an inner whore in me now too. Or maybe there always has been, and Ethan just gave it the center stage. And she’s telling me she needs to know what our man tastes like.
I bend over and wrap my lips around the leaking cockhead, purring when I get a drop of his precum on my tongue, then making a seal and sucking harder, chasing more.
“Fuck, Barbara,” Ethan hisses. “Your mouth is so fucking hot, better than I imagined.”
Encouraged, I take him deeper, until he’s pressing against the back of my throat. I use my hand to wrap around his shaft at the root, squeezing and stroking in time with the bobbing of my head.
“Such a good little cocksucker for me,” he praises, making my head spin.
I can’t take it anymore and reach under my dress with my free hand, finding my panties so wet, they may as well not be there. As I rub tight little circles around my clit, Ethan’s cock starts twitching in my mouth.
“You need to stop, firecracker,” he groans, his fingers slotting into my hair. “I want to come in your beautiful pussy, have it slide down your legs as we walk away from here. I want everyone outside to know who you belong to.”
His words should horrify me. Instead, they make my channel clench over nothing. I need him inside me, need his cockrubbing against all the spots only he seems to find. I let his dick slip out, a string of saliva connecting it to my mouth, lick my lips, and straddle him clumsily.
“Love how eager you are for me, baby,” he purrs, hands on my thighs, pushing my dress up higher. “Or you just can’t wait for New York’s finest to know you’ve been bred on their crime scene?”
