Page 47 of Masked

“That’s for you to decide, Sir.” It seemed like the safest answer.

“And I think you were made for being fucked by me. The question is will I fuck your mouth or your cunt? Your ass is safe until you’re really mine.”

“Both are good,” she said, hoping she didn’t sound too needy.

“Both? You are a little cock whore, aren’t you?”

He turned her, so she faced the window and wrapped his arms around her from behind. They weren’t super high up, but she was sure no one could see her thanks to the tinting.

That didn’t stop him from pointing out two men walking by on the street below.

“Do you think they would like to watch me fuck you?”

She blushed but tilted her head back to look at him. “You’re so hot I think anyone would like to watch that, Sir.”

“You don’t think it would be your gorgeous curves moving as I fuck you they would be interested in?”

Her body tingled as he cupped her breasts in his palms and pinched each nipple.

He pushed her forward, and she put her hands flat against the glass.

“As much as I want to come down your throat, I can’t resist your tight pussy squeezing my cock,” he said as he undid his belt and freed his thick erection.

It pressed against her opening and she pushed her hips backward, welcoming him in. They’d both received clean test results yesterday, and today was the first time he was fucking her without a condom.

He wasn’t gentle with her by any means, but he made her feel safe and cherished just the same. His thickness stretched her, and the way he fucked her pushed her to the edge in a matter of minutes.

“Please can I come,” she begged as she teetered on the edge.

“Dirty girl. You want to come with the entire world watching?”

He held her hair wrapped around his fist as he rammed into her so hard, she could barely think straight enough to answer.

“Please, yes,” she whimpered.

“Oh, how filthy of you. I’m not sure I should let you come.”

Fuck. How was she supposed to respond to that?

“I need it, please, Sir.” It was all she could come up with, and it was the truth. If she didn’t get to come, she would go mad.

“You need to come for everyone out there to see?” he said, his tone mocking. “I knew you were a little slut, siren. I just didn’t realize how much of one until now. Do I need to take the next month off just so I can fuck you enough?”

His grip on her hair tightened, and she swore he started fucking her harder—something she didn’t think was possible.

“Come, dirty girl. Come hard. If you don’t come hard enough, I’ll strap a vibrator to your clit and make you come for an hour straight until you beg for it to stop.”

His words sent her flying, and her sweaty palms slipped on the glass as she came. Her entire body trembled through the orgasm, and she barely registered that he was coming with her.

“Fuck, you feel good squeezing my cock that way,” he growled as he eased out of her.

Then he smacked her ass and helped her stand. “Go get cleaned up sweet girl.”

Reva stepped out of the shower a half hour later and pulled on her robe before going into her new bedroom. It was by far the nicest bedroom she’d ever had, and she wasn’t sure how to feel about living here, especially given the turn her relationship with Noah had taken.

To her surprise, he was pulling on his jacket when she came into the living room a few minutes later.

“Are you not staying?”

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