She’s sobbing with every breath, her eyes screwed shut as if she can block out the sensations.
“Look at me, Barbara,” I say quietly. “Look at what’s fucking you.”
Her gorgeous brown eyes connect with the mask—her pupils are blown to hell. I think maybe one more orgasm is all my girl needs right now. That’s alright.
“Give me one more, love. Come with me.”
Barbara bites her lip as her lower stomach muscles start twitching and her pussy starts fluttering over my dick. I rub faster, fuck into her harder.
“I’m about to flood you. Give you everything I got. And you’re gonna take it.”
Her mouth opens in a silent scream as she clenches around me, making moving almost impossible.
“Ah, hell!” I shout, my cock starting to kick inside her with my orgasm. Barbara’s release flows over us, weaker this time, but still enough to drive me wild.
I’m moaning her name like a mantra with every new spurt of cum, fucking her through her release, my fingers petting her clit to bring her down slowly.
“Fuck, Barbara,” I whisper, my head drooping on my shoulders. “Fuck.”
I pull her up into my arms and bury my nose into her hair, wishing I could feel her warm pussy flutter over my cock until the day they bury me.
Barbara’s breathing eventually slows. Her muscles go from trembling to soft and warm against me, her soft cheek pressed to my shoulder.
I lay her back down and gently pull the dildo out, murmuring, “Easy, little bee,” when she whimpers. Her pussy is puffy and flushed, her thighs are streaked with our combined releases, and her bra is hanging crooked around her ribs.
She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
And the most dangerous.
I’m never going to want anything as much as I want her.
Barbara’sunusually quiet on the way back to her apartment.
I grip the steering wheel of my Audi until my knuckles turn white. One day soon, she’ll admit that she loves me too, and I’ll be able to breathe easier. I hate second-guessing my actions like this. I know she loved what we did—her body told me everything I needed to know. Life is so much easier when I’m balls deep inside her.
“Penny for your thoughts?” I ask with a quick smile thrown her way. When she stays quiet, I ask, “Are you okay?”
“I don’t know what I am,” she whispers back.
Closing my eyes while driving would be a bad idea, right?
For two minutes, the only sound is the road beneath us. The city lights slide across her face, mesmerizing me every time I glance over.
Finally, she speaks: “I can’t believe I told you about the fantasy.”
“I can,” I say easily.
She shoots me a glare. “Why?”
“You trust me more than you want to admit,” I answer breezily.
Barbara huffs. “That doesn’t mean I wanted you to actually—” She waves her hand, searching for the right category. “—kidnap me into a horror sim, Ethan.”
“Wasn’t kidnapping,” I say. “You put on the headset.”
She groans, her cheeks going red. It’s adorable how embarrassed she is by her desires. As if I wouldn’t give her everything she wanted. And some things she doesn’t know she wants yet.
When Barb speaks again, her voice is tentative, quiet.
