Her husky groan, paired with the way she rolled her teeth over his head and gobbled him up while massing his balls, sent him careening over the edge. The orgasm shot out of him. He couldn’t even warn her or pull out. Moaning, she slowed down, then pulled off. She lifted her face toward him, her mouth glistening with his juices, her breath coming hard and fast.
He stared at her for several long seconds.
“You taste good.”
Fucking hell, she’s amazing.
“First, I’m going to finger-fuck you,” he rasped. “Then, I’m going to fuck you, hard.”
“God, yes.” She unhooked her bra and tossed it on the floor.
In one quick tug, he ripped her thong off. Latching onto her erect nipple, he sucked and bit one, then the other—red nibs that plumped from his rough touch.
“Harder.” She raised her arms and arched her back, offering him her sublime body.
Kneeling, he placed his hands on her breasts and while fondling them, pressed his mouth to her torso. “Lie down.”
She did as he commanded, bent her knees and spread them wide. “Please, I’m going to explode.”
He moved between her legs and with his gaze pinned on hers, slipped two fingers inside her dripping core. She threw her head back and whimpered. A charge shot through his body, the energy landing between his legs. His dick stirred. He wanted to drive himself inside her until she couldn’t remember her own fucking name.
He withdrew, ran his fingers over her clit and plunged inside. Again and again. Her eyes, framed by the mask, rolled back in her head. Bucking her hips, she whimpered and threw her head from side to side. Her hands tightened into fists.
Watching her, he started hardening. Her movements changed to short, jerky thrusts and she arched off the closet floor and came, crying out his name.
Hearing her say his name, he grew rock hard. Boneless, her tightened muscles relaxed. He withdrew his wet fingers and rubbed them over her nipples.
Slowly, she opened her eyes. “That was so…fuckingerotic,” she said between gasps.
She stroked his erection until it seeped, then ran her tongue over his head. He needed to be inside her when he came. He tore open a packet and sheathed himself.
Rolling onto her hands and knees, she dropped onto her forearms. He caressed her soft ass, then slipped two fingers inside her dripping core. She was more than ready for him and he couldn’t wait to bury himself inside her heat.
She craned her head around. Seeing her masked triggered his dark need. Taking himself in hand, he tunneled inside her. They cried out, the pleasure stealing their thoughts. “Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he bit out.
“Take me until I have nothing left to give you.”
Pumping faster, he arched over her and fondled her breasts.
“Pinch my nipples.” She rocked against his thrusts. “Deeper, harder.”
He gritted his teeth as the orgasm took hold. “Ah, so fucking good.” Thrusting deep, pounding waves of ecstasy rocketed through him as he came inside her.
After a moment, when his brain had kicked back on, he slowly pulled out and dotted her back with soft kisses. Rising on her knees, she turned and faced him.
He stared into her bright eyes, framed by the mask, for any signs of her sadness that had ripped his insides apart. With her hands hoisted on her hips,hisBrigit stared back. The fiery gleam in her eyes confirmed he’d done right by her. He took her face in his hands and dropped a kiss on her mouth. She intensified the kiss until they were both breathless again.
“I like your masked world and hard fucking,” she murmured. “That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever done.”
He’d never had masked sex with someone he cared about, and when he pulled her into his arms and hugged her, he knew no other woman would ever measure up.
43
FROM BAD TO WORSE
The Mitus business teamspent the entire weekend in one long strategy session via video chat with Francesco’s team, led by Marjorie.
MobiCom’s public offer to buy Francesco stock held at eight percent despite the recent increase in share price. This devious move had forced Francesco to schedule a special stockholder meeting in mid-December. By a simple vote, shareholders would decide the fate of Brigit’s company and her possible future with Francesco. If stakeholders didn’t understand the ramifications of Crockett’s revolutionary invention, or if they wanted to cash in and make the eight percentage points over market share, MobiCom would win. It was that easy for things to go horribly wrong.
