Page 57 of His Puppet

I shift on top of him, rubbing myself on his cock through his slacks. “When did you become such a pussy?” I ask with a teasing tone.

He raises his brows and smiles. “Oh, really? Is that how you want to play it?”

I laugh, finally with something other than disdain, and put my hands on his shoulders. My smile falls with my softening face. “I just want to change course, okay? No more deep talks.” I grind on him and rest my forehead on his. “Let’s just have some fun. Don’t treat me like a victim.”

He kisses me while running his hands underneath my shirt and up my back. He unclips my bra before pulling his mouth away, smiling. “You got it, boss.”

I pull off my shirt, and he tosses my bra to the side. He unbuttons my shorts, and I go for his belt but halt when his hand slips into my panties. He finds my clit within a second.

My mouth falls open, and I brace myself on his shoulders while he rubs.

“You’re so easy to please,” he says with a laugh. “You don’t even make me work for it.”

“Shut up and don’t stop what you’re doing,” I say, my eyes closed.

He laughs and shifts us so I’m on my back on the couch and he’s between my legs. He strips off my pants and kneels on the floor.

His head nuzzles between my thighs, and I gasp when his mouth latches onto that delicious spot, replacing his finger. He inserts a finger into me and swirls his tongue around my clit, pulling a moan from my deep in my throat.

I wrap my legs around him and squeeze, pulling him closer while pressure builds within me. He shoves another finger inside me, and within a few pumps, I’m coming undone.

My throat closes as my mouth opens. I arch my back and look toward the ceiling.

So good.Sofucking good.

Blade pulls away and stands while I ride the lingering waves of the high. He takes off his pants and kicks them to the side, his hand wrapped around his cock pumping. He goes to get on top of me, but I sit up, shaking my head.

“I want on top,” I say, pushing on his chest.

He sits on the middle cushion, and I quickly get on top of him, kissing him on the lips before impaling myself. A sharp groan enters my mouth from his when I lower myself onto his cock, and I grip his arms tight.

I pull my head back and grind with his cock inside me, the friction on my clit making me squeeze my eyes shut.

His hands travel me as he kisses me greedily. My neck, my collar bone, my tits, his mouth finds every inch of skin while I ride him.

Hair gets in my face, and I swipe it over one shoulder, moans barreling out of me, one after another.

By the time my pussy clenches around Blade’s dick and his cum fills me, we’re both panting and sweating. I lay my head on his shoulder, still clinging to him as I press my bare chest to his, feeling every time he takes a breath.

The room smells like sex and sweat, and I keep my eyes closed while breathing it in. Life is going to be a shit show for the foreseeable future, but this moment is one of bliss. For a moment, just a moment, I feel safe.

“So fucking good,” I say into his ear, my lips forming a smile.

Blade runs his hands up and down my sides and kisses my head. “Sofucking good.”

We stay like this for a minute until both of us have caught our breath, and the elephant tramples back into the room.

“You have to leave, don’t you?” I ask.

Blade pulls me away so I’ll look at him, then he brushes my damp hair over my shoulders. “I’ll be back.”

“When?” I try not to pout, but the idea of being here by myself and knowing what’s out there is paralyzing.

“Tomorrow night. Go home, get your stuff, and I’ll see you tomorrow at eight. We’ll go out. Make sure we give the cops a good show.” He winks and kisses me before subtly urging me off him.

I fall back on the cushions, pulling a musty throw blanket off the back of the couch and covering myself with it while I watch Blade get dressed.

“So are we supposed to look like we’re on a date?” I ask.

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