Page 155 of Masked Sins
Holding her hands together behind her back with one hand, I use my other hand to pull her sweatpants down to her ankles. Then I kick her feet apart.
Her hands grip the keys, and I know I have several safety measures in place now.
“That’s not an answer,” she grumbles, attempting to pull out of my grip.
I smack her ass, and she arches her back. “Youdecide how much this will hurt. Is that understood?”
“How did you get in here, anyway? My boyfriend will be back any second.”
“Too bad for him, because I don’t share.”
I use my teeth to pull the glove off the hand not restraining her. Running that hand down her ass crack until I meet her overeager core, I push into her tight cunt with my middle finger.
“Fuck you,” she says on a gasp, pulling against where I have her restrained.
“Trust me. I plan to.”
Layla
“Let me go.” I grind against Starboy’s hand, rolling my hips and trying not to smile.
“Not a chance.”
He pushes another finger inside me, and I groan, hands curling around the keys.
“Stop,” I whimper, pulling away from him.
“You don’t really want me to stop, do you? Be a good little cumslut andtake it.” He growls the last two words, shoving his fingers so deep into me that I see stars.
My God.
Just as I open my mouth to scream, he removes his fingers. The sound of a zipper reverberates through the dark apartment. I gasp when something warm presses against my opening, and in my peripheral, I see the second glove fall to the floor.
“Beg for it.”
“No,” I yell, thrashing.
His other hand grabs my hair and yanks my head back. “I said,beg for it.”
I release a sob, but it doesn’t feel genuine to me. It’s better than laughing or moaning. Because right now? I’m so fucking turned on.
He slides his cock along my seam, coating the head of his shaft in my wetness.
“Do you feel how wet you are for me? My little whore loves this, don’t you?”
My chest heaves. “No.”
He trusts me to use my safe word, and I have more than enough ways to tell him to stop. My fingers curl around the keys, and he’s left my mouth unbound.
For now.
“Are you going to behave? Or do I have to spank you again? Perhaps I can have you lick my shoes, or perhaps I could spit into your mouth? What do you think, Little Dancer?”
“No, please?—”
“Then beg me for my cock.”
I release a sharp breath, pulling away from him as much as possible. “Make me.”
