Page 103 of The Invite
Unbuckling my belt, I unzip and pull out my aching length. I never take my eyes off her cunt. Precum dribbles from the head and I rub it all over my shaft.
It’s not enough.
Lightly stroking myself, I use my hand on her slit to gather the ample wetness and paint it over my shaft. I pump my fist furiously while roaming my gaze up and down her nude body.
Laying my palm flat over her stomach, I lean forward and slide my dick between her folds. The contact causes my breath to deepen and my balls to tighten. I hiss under my breath. Her flesh is slippery as hell and divine.
I fit myself between her slit and ride her pussy without penetration. Even though a primal voice inside my head screams to just claim her hole. I hold on to my restraint. Because the first time I do, it will be while she’s awake and staring into my eyes as I command her body.
The sight of where we are joined is obscene and wicked.
Her wet lips are stretched wide, the crown of my cock hitting her clit on each thrust. My fingers are wrapped around the base as I guide my shaft and use her for my pleasure.
She’s made to serve me however I wish.
Every time I come close to busting, I stop until the need passes before starting again. Even unconscious, arousal leaks from her hole and it sets me ablaze.
Perhaps a small tease won’t hurt.
Notching the tip at her opening, I circle it before pushing in. Her hole clenches, fighting the invasion, but I’m relentless and push past the resistance. I groan when the crown slides in, and I stop.
“Fuck,” I mutter low on an exhale.
Her walls throb and so does my cock. Unmoving, I grasp her tits and roll her nipples. I’m completely obsessed with them. A deranged lust possesses me and I give a shallow thrust, making her clench.
Not once does the serene expression on her face change.
Ecstasy consumes me and I pull out before plunging just the tip again. Keeping it in, I stroke the base of my shaft while simultaneously toying withher hard nipples. Tightening my fist, I pump my flesh rough and hard.
Visions of her in different positions fill my mind as I imagine fucking her in every filthy way imaginable. Everywhere she goes, she’ll feel me between her legs.
I dream of fucking her mouth, deep throating until she chokes with her hands tied behind her back while taking all my ferocity.
Trailing my hand upward, I circle her throat and jerk my dick as mercilessly as I’ll thrust into her. My abs clench as pleasure builds at the base of my spine.
“Fuck, how crazy you make me, Ness,” I groan.
Just as my balls pull taut, my hungry eyes lock between her thighs. The tip wedged in her hole, stretching it wide. I swell even more and carelessly bury another inch. Such a wet and tight little hole.
I’m seconds away from erupting. Summoning all my willpower, I withdraw just as my vision goes dark and I spurt my thick white seed right onto her pussy. Another strip lands on her groin and the next on her stomach.
There’s so much cum streaming out of me. All because of her.
“You’re mine, Nessa,” I grunt as I splash one final time on her pussy. “Mine.”
Kneeling between her thighs, I bend my head and breathe harshly.
Reaching forward, I push some of my cum inside her.
Once I’ve calmed down, I tuck my semi-hard cock into my jeans. I stare at her and ink the memory into my psyche. I will be drawing it later. She secretly loves each one I gift her and keeps it hidden in her closet.
I cover her body with a blanket without cleaning her.
I want her to wake up marked in me.
Slipping off the bed, I round it and go toward the camera to turn it off. Removing my mask, I walk into her wardrobe.I study her collection of clothes. Unlike the rest of her house, which she keeps messy, it’s neat in here. Her small number of formal outfits are arranged on one side, ironed and hanging. The left side is full of her casual clothes.
Maverick was right. They’re all of inferior quality.
