Her hips roll up, brushing her pussy against my cock, and I allow myself to close my eyes as I roll my head back. She can’t see my face. She can’t see what she does to me. But the devil knows everything, and Katie-she-devil-Murphy is possessed.
I slip the knife, sharp side up, under her thong, letting it slice through the flimsy scrap of lace that it is. She lets out a throaty whimper as I rip the fabric from her hips. I launch the knife across the room, the clang of metal on wood ringing out until it thuds into the skirting board. She lifts her hips, rubbing her needy pussy against my length. I’m rock-hard now, harder than I’ve ever been in my life. She’s leaned into this, taken everything I’ve given her so far. God, she’s incredible. Utterly, utterly incredible.
I pull off my hoodie, wearing nothing beneath, and pull out my cock. It’s throbbing,aching so badly to be inside her again, because it knows how close we are.
Her eyes drop as I palm myself, and her perfect little tongue peeks out, running along her lip.
“You look hungry,” I smirk.
“Not sure that would be enough to fill me up,” she spits.
Oh, I see this game. She’s getting a little mouthy now that she’s had my cock a few times. I see.
I push up her knees so they’re pushed into her chest, her pussy exposed to me, and ram myself home.
“Oh, shit . . . I didn’t mean—”
I pull back and slam again mercilessly.
“Shit, shit, shit. I didn't mean it, I didn’t mean it.”
Her wrists are tugging against the handcuffs as I fuck her, pounding into her over and over. I feel her walls tighten around me, squeezing the life out of my cock.
“You wanna play games, princess? We’ll play games. I’m going to make you come so hard you’re going to beg me to stop.”
“Oh no, please don’t ever do that, Mr. Masked Man. What will I do about multiple orgasms?” She laughs.
I slam into her, roughly pulling down the cup of her lace bra and pinching her nipple hard. With the other hand, I pinch her clit, and shedetonates. Her writhing body comes undone, her back bows, her legs twitch, wrapping around me to pull me deeper. I’m thinking of anything I can to stop myself from coming, and she clenches around my cock, the slide of her arousal coating me, dripping down my thighs.
“Jeez, that was amazing. I’ll be begging for that cock now,” she murmurs, a small smile playing on her lips.
I laugh. “You think we’re done, princess? You think you get to talk shit to me, saying I’m not enough to fill you up, and then I’ll just fuck you once? Nah, better get ready.”
I flip her over so she’s on her elbows and knees, giving her no time to adjust as I push back into her. I slap her ass hard. “Tell me I’m enough, Katie.”
“No,” she whimpers, lifting her ass an inch higher.
I slap her again, her skin pink beneath my palm. “Tell me I’m enough for you.”
I reach around her hip, pinching her clit again, and her muffled cries sound into the pillow as she throbs around me. Her hips are bucking, her back curved as if she can barely hold herself up. She’s fucked, ruined, a complete mess. But she’s mine. Whether she wants to admit it or not. Whether she wants to hear it or not, I can’t give her up. Not when it’s this good. Not when I’ve felt more free with her in the last few weeks than I have in years.
“No more, please . . . no more.”
“I’m not hearing the words I need, princess.” I slow my pace, letting her come down from her orgasm. Pulling out of her wetness, I roll her back over. Her red hair sticks to her face, her makeup smeared down her cheeks. She’s a vision. My messy girl, so prim and proper all the time, for everyone except me. I get wild, untamed Katie.
Using my gloved hand, I push my leather-covered finger into her pussy, slowly thrusting in and out as she whimpers beautifully.
I dip my head, lifting off my mask so I can taste her between her legs.
“Please, I can’t take any more,” she whispers.
“You can. And you will.” My tongue circles her clit, and she twitches against my lips. The evidence of her orgasms coating my beard as I lap her up. My tongue explores every inch until she’s writhing, my thick fingers pushing her over the edge once again. Her legs shake, her heels digging into my back.
“Jacob...” she cries as she falls into oblivion.
I keep up my pace, not letting up an inch as I lap against her little bud, my fingers stroking her perfect pussy until it clenches around me. The sound of my name on her lips almost makes me come there and then. I want to hear it every night. I want her first words in the morning, her last words at night. I’m falling harder and harder for the girl I’d never thought would ever love me again. But maybe, maybe there’s a chance for us.Maybe there’s something here that’s more than just rough sex and fulfilled fantasies.
“Tell me what I want to hear,” I say, releasing her from the handcuffs, and she immediately cups my face with both her hands, her wrists still bound with the tape.
