Page 67 of Tempt Me

I kept her still by holding her delicious cunt in my hand.

“Uh-uh, baby. I will anchor you down with my cock if I have to. Are you gonna’ be a good girl for me and sit still?”

She gasped and rocked her pelvis onto my hand.

I chuckled in her ear, using the red mask’s defect of a broken mouth to take advantage of the pulsing vein in her neck.

I bit down, her heartbeat thrumming on my lips.

“Mmm…” I praised, kissing the spots I bruised. “I love it when you’re a good girl for me.”

Her body was practically vibrating on top of me.

I growled at the feel of her, loving her thick thighs, the mounds of delicious curves, and her bouncing tits. God, it was all fucking magic.

“I am such a bad man,” I moaned, thrusting my fingers in deep. “To such a sweet, good fucking girl.”

Fallon moaned. My words were real. True. And the more I coveted this woman, the more potent they felt. Yet I couldn’t fucking stop. She was like a beacon to me—the only time I felt any instance of light in my dark world. She made me see again after being so goddamn blind.

She was everything…she was dangerous.

Internally, I roared at my struggle and my obsessive need for her. I wasn’t going to quench this insatiable thirst until I had her underneath me. I shoved her forward as much as the space would allow, her goddess of a body landing on her stomach with a startled gasp.

I didn’t give her a minute to adjust. Throwing up her dress and trying to adjust myself like a pretzel to get my tongue right where I fucking wanted it, I moaned, my hands positioning her on her knees, pulling her thick ass to my face for a better taste.

There was not a single place this woman didn’t inflict an undying desire for me to want more. She tightened and bucked, her body unsteady and her protests fearful of my exploration of her forbidden skin.

“Professor,” she shrieked her words, a blend of a moan and fear.

I licked harder, using one hand to fuck her sweet pussy and the other to open her other hole for me.

“I need you,” I said, my voice nearly inhuman.

I was succumbing to my addiction, my inability to let her go. She struggled under me, and that drove my desire higher. Her fear and cries of pain were gasoline on an open flame. I was transfixed.

I was irrevocably confined to the wills of this female. I wanted her—no, I needed her. I needed to feel her come in my mouth, needing to fill every fucking hole and watch her drown in the streams of orgasms she wrought from me.

“Stop Pharaoh,” she yelled, her little whimpers of pain and pleasure becoming my undoing.

I freed my cock, my piercing glinting from the moonlight that streamed inside the box. I was going to claim this woman. I was going to mark every inch of her body with my fucking come.

She would be mine.

I poised my thick head at her entrance, and groaned. She was so ready, and tight, begging me to…wait.

I blinked down at Fallon. My Little Voyeur was leaning away from me. Her beautiful eyes had tears streaming down her face, and her body was marked in red bite marks and bruises forming in the shape of handprints. I looked down at my hands in horror.

What did I do?

What did I fucking do?

Trying to push my body away from her with the space I had, I stayed against the far wall, the area that it was broken, giving her as much distance as I could. Her come was still dripping down my chin onto my hands. I could still taste her. I was fighting with the darkness inside me—the man behind the mask.

Joe appeared onto my lap, and I growled, pushing with all my strength enough to throw him off me through the shattered coffin and into the mud.

“Go the fuck away,” I yelled, snapping at him, pushing myself out of the confined box. He laughed in my face, poking my dick with a stick from the ground. “Get away from me!”

Joe laughed again, his maniacal sinister hissing vibrating in my ears. My dick dropped on my leg like an anvil, the fucker killing my lust fast.

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