Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
“My fucking little fencer,” he whispers hoarsely. “You’re soaking wet for me already.”
Shit, he’s right. I’m absolutely drenched. This is beyond freaky and fucked up—the guy’s in here wearing a fencing mask, for god’s sake—but it’s hitting all my buttons. The mixture of fear and excitement is driving me absolutely wild.
His fingers are perfect. He strokes me slowly before plunging one in, just enough to tease. His other hand palms my breasts before shoving his other fingers into my mouth, and I whimper as I suck them. He sinks two fingers inside of me, and my back arches. I’m still inexperienced. I was a virgin not all that long ago, and his fingers are thick and long. I groan, grinding my hips into him.
This is crazy. I can’t even see his face. I should push him away, but yet I keep pushing closer, wanting more. His fingers bury in my mouth and muffle my moans while his other hand drives into my slick pussy, and I can’t take it much longer. The situation, the mask, the terror, the peak bliss, it shoves my brain into heaven.
I come with his fingers in my mouth and in my pussy. I come for him, blinded and crazy with it. And as I finish, he steps back from the bed and takes off his pants.
His cock is thick and long. I stare, heart racing, as he steps toward me.
I’m still giddy from my orgasm, and I don’t even know why I do it, but I get onto all fours and take him in my mouth.
He groans. The faceless monster. His dick tastes like precum as I lick around his tip. I’m not very experienced, but I do my best, moaning and choking, my spit rolling down his shaft as I suck him. He fists my hair and pulls me back, and I stare up at him, into that faceless nothing.
Then he turns me around and pins me on my belly.
“Lev,” I moan, ass in the air. His cock presses against me. My heart’s going wild. “It’s been a while.”
“I know, baby,” he whispers. “But I can’t wait.”
He sinks into me. Fuck, it feels so good, and it hurts a little bit too. I moan, closing my eyes and letting him fill me to the brim. Slowly, he pulls back out and fills me again, and again, and again, until I begin to relax. It’s faster this time, easier than that first night, and he fucks me like he can’t control himself.
Pleasure rips into my core. I look back at the faceless beast fucking me face-down on the bed and gasp as he takes me. His palm slaps my ass and the other grips my hair, and his body’s so warm and hard and gorgeous.
I want to be his. That’s so fucked, but I want it. He can have me, use me, fuck me until I’m nothing, and do it all over again when he wants more. I didn’t even know I was into this, but I realize all I want in the world is for him to pin me down and have his way with me until I’m nothing left but a quivering body recovering from a savage beast.
“This is why I couldn’t stay away,” he moans, and it’s like heaven. “I tried, little fencer, I tried so fucking hard. If you had agreed to sleep in my bed with me, I would’ve given in a lot sooner. But now it’s too late.”
“Keep going,” I beg, so close I can taste it, the orgasm right there on my tongue.
“I don’t know when I’ll be done with you. I don’t know if I ever will. Fuck, I want you to come for me, baby, I want to feel you come for me.”
My back arches. I look back, and it’s still the mask, that empty stare. The orgasm tears into me like fire, and I grip the sheets as he picks up his pace, hammering into my pussy, before filling me with his warmth. His strangled moans of pleasure make my core clench and release before I’m finally left gasping for air.
I’m covered in sweat like I just went for a run.
He slides himself away from me. For a moment, I close my eyes, and then I feel something.
His lips pressed against my throat.
When I look, he’s got the mask back on. I watch him dress, aching for something, but I don’t know what.
It’s not like I want him to stay. And forget about affection. That kiss left its strange mark on my skin.
He looks at me as I pull my shirt back into place. Then he leaves without saying a word.
I pull the covers over me, not sure what to think or feel, but suddenly tired enough to close my eyes and sleep.
Chapter 21
Lev
“Iheard a rumor this morning,” Alex says as he scrolls through the latest invoices. Fed Jewelers opened about an hour ago and we’ve been busy managing shit in the back while the salesgirls Dasha and Katrina handle the customers. Though it’s been quiet and they haven’t had much to do.