Page 34 of Dead Woman Walking

My body reacts and stiffens instantly.

He groans, rubbing his mask against my inner thigh. “I love how sensitive you are with this thing.”

“F-fuck you.” My voice breaks with the vibrator. My whole body is shaking around him, uncontrollably.

“But you like it. You like coming for me, don’t you?”

My eyes close as my fingers dig into the cuffs. “Yes, Sir. Your pretty girl loves coming for you.”

He groans.

And for a moment the rose is gone, making me look up at him. He is on his knees, moving between my legs.

“You always know what to say, Artemis,” he groans. Reaching, both of his fists grab my shirt and pull it clean off my body. His cock jumps at the sight of my breasts on display for him.

“Make your beautiful girl come,” I mutter, eyes wandering his body. It felt cringy to say, but I’ll do anything to get me that dick.

He leans forward over my body until his white mask touches my face. Then I feel his hand pushing his tip right against my hole. His other hand shifts. I feel the whirling of the rose again.

A cry cuts through the air, and he pushes his cock all the way inside of me. Something inside of me breaks. My hips move in short bursts as I chant, “I’m coming! I’m coming!”

He doesn’t even thrust or move, letting me fuck myself on him and the rose.

I throw my head back, crying out as the orgasm tightens around me. The moment I breathe out heavily, I feel a release in my hips. My thighs shake as I try to recover from that quick orgasm.

“Good girl,” he mutters, thrusting slowly in and out of me. He takes the rose away, but it scares me that he isn’t turning it off. His other hip engulfs my hip, pulling me onto his soaking dick.

My breasts bounce with each deep thrust.

“Fuck,” Evander mutters, head dropping back. His long hair hangs over his shoulder, but I can see his bobbing Adam’s apple as he moans.

My hips roll to meet him as my eyes close. My body is exhausted, yet I can still feel another orgasm simmering.

I don’t have a choice with Evander. He loves making me come and will do it for rounds if I let him.

Evander’s mask brushes my neck as he begins fucking me deep and hard. A moan escapes me as he curses right into my ear.

“I love fucking your pussy. You’re always so wet and ready for me,” he mutters, hands moving to both of my hips.

“Evander,” I moan. He fucks himself into me harder, and faster as our moans filled the air around us.

He pulls back an inch just to slide the toy in. It presses hard into my clit, and the motion of him fucking himself into me sends me over the edge again.

“I’m going tofuckingcum! Evander!” I scream, unable to stop myself.

Moaning, he fucks me harder and deeper. “Me too, Goddess.”

I throw my head back, legs shaking as my core tightens around him. Tears prick at the corner of my closed eyes.

He curses and growls, trying to thrust in me but it is tight now.

The moment my core relaxes, liquid rushes from me. My pussy pulses around him as I whimper into his ear. Within seconds, he is whimpering and shooting hot ropes of cum inside of me.

He pushes away the rose, turning it off before we both become boneless. His forehead presses against my shoulder as he moans and pulls from my pussy.

In silence, he frees me from the cuffs and cleans me up. Then he cleans himself up and puts the toy, cuffs, and mask away. For another day. Then he plops on the bed next to me.

“I’m sorry, Evander,” I whisper.

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