Page 33 of The Invite
I pinch her clit and she hisses.
Rubbing it fast and hard, I thrust two fingers to the hilt in her cunt. She throws her head back with her eyes squeezed shut, bucking and whimpering.
That’s it, little prey.
No one will stop me tonight from making you come.
Her tits bounce from the force of my rapid finger fucking. A string of moans keeps slipping from her luscious mouth while her channel contracts and clenches around my knuckles.
The signs her body is sending point to her lack of sexual experience.
I know she isn’t a virgin, even though she is tight like a vise.
I’ve only touched her clit and filled her with two fingers, and she’s seconds away from going off like a rocket.
Burying my digits deep, I roll them around until I find her G-spot. Massaging in a come-hither motion, I tap it rhythmically.
“Oh god!” Nessa cries out.
Her walls lock around my plunging fingers but I keep stroking the same spot on every thrust. Mindless and thrashing underneath me, she stills for a second and shatters after two more thrusts.
“Ahh!” Her orgasm tears a long moan out of her throat.
She spasms around my hand repeatedly for minutes as she rides the wave. I might as well not exist to her for those minutes. I keep my touch light, fingers buried until she finishes and comes back down to earth.
The second she does, the enormity of the situation dawns on her and her body seizes for an entirely different reason.
Her half-lidded eyes snap open.
“No. No. No,” she murmurs, almost to herself.
She better develop thicker skin because fingering her tight pussy is tame compared to the rest I have in store for my beautiful pet.
Freeing her wrists, I whip off my mask.
A tear slides down her flushed cheek upon seeing my face.
She lays underneath me like a virgin sacrifice at the altar of a devil. Her hair is a halo around her stunning face, the robe undone while her nude body is on display temptingly.
I know I’ll be sketching this vision of her in my notebook later.
Her breath hitches when I wiggle my fingers that are still in her hole. Slowly, making sure she feels every inch, I pull them out and wave them in front of her eyes. So she doesn’t miss just how hard and long I made her come.
Twin red spots appear on her cheeks at seeing the proof of her body’s treachery.
“I told you, Miss Nessa.” I finally break the silence and lick her cum off my hand. “I finish what I start.”
It breaks her trance. Becoming aware of her nakedness, she covers her tits with one arm and her pussy with her free palm.
“I have a painter’s memory, honey.” I don’t miss the goosebumps erupting on her skin at the nickname. “Your body is now imprinted in my mind and it’ll be there till the day I die.”
“A death you’ll wish for while you rot away in jail,” she angrily hisses.
I climb down her body and she doesn’t wait to kneel on the bed and close her robe with shaking hands. The position also puts her face to face with me. Well, her face to my torso. She’s a small little creature.
When she realizes just how close she is to me, she jumps off the bed and steps outside of my reach.
I catch her glancing toward the door.
