Page 18 of Pounded in the Patch
"Fuck," he breathes when his fingers find me. "I knew you’d be soaked."
The word makes me whimper, and I hate that sound almost as much as I hate how right he is. Iamsoaked—wetter than before, if that's even possible. My body is betraying me completely, responding to him with an eagerness that makes no sense.
"Please," I whisper again, and this time I know I'm not asking him to stop.
"Please what, night monster?" His fingers trace along my inner thighs, purposefully avoiding where I need him to touch me. "Tell me what you want."
I can't. I can't say it out loud.
"I can't," I gasp when he slides one finger inside me, moving it in slow, lazy motions.
"Can't what? Can't tell me you want this?" He adds a second finger, sinking all the way inside me. I instantly arch against the pumpkin, my body instinctively trying to open wider for him. "Can't admit that you want to be absolutely ruined by a masked man in a pumpkin patch?"
Yes. The word echoes in my head, but I refuse to say it.
"Your body is already giving you away," he murmurs, his thumb finding my clit and making me cry out. "You're so tight around my fingers. So desperate. So fucking greedy."
His other hand rips my corset open and squeezes my breast, and the combination of sensations makes my knees tremble.Everything he's doing feels too good, like he knows exactly how and where I want to be touched. Like he knows me.
"You're close already, aren't you?" His voice is rough with arousal now, and I can feel the hard length of him pressed against my hip. "I can feel how you're tightening around me."
I am close—embarrassingly, desperately close. It's like my body is hyperaware of his touch, responding to even the lightest pressure.
"Are you going to come for me again, night monster?" he whispers against my ear. "Show me how greedy that tight cunt is."
His fingers curl inside me at the same time his other hand pinches my nipple, and I break. The orgasm rips through me, stars dancing in my vision amongst the glowing pumpkins.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, smiling down at me with his fingers still inside me, milking out every last drop of my orgasm. "You're so fucking beautiful when you come."
"This time," he says, withdrawing his fingers and making me whimper at the loss. "I want to see how beautiful you are when you come on my cock."
I watch through half-lidded eyes as he reaches for his belt, his movements smooth and unhurried. The sound of leather sliding through his pant loops makes my spine tingle, almost to the point of making me shiver.
He sees something on my face that makes him hesitate, and his hand comes up to cup my face, thumb stroking across my cheek. "You want this, night monster. You want me. I can see it in your eyes."
I do. The realization hits me so hard it would knock me back on my feet if I wasn’t pressed against this giant pumpkin.I want him. I want this dangerous, mysterious masked man to fuck me until I can’t see straight.
"I hate that I want this," I whisper, the words torn from deep inside me. "I hate that my body responds to you. I hate that I don’t even want to escape you."
His lips spread across his face slowly, revealing a devilishly handsome smile. "Finally. A little honesty."
I stare back at him, scanning his features. He looks so familiar, but I can’t place him.
"I'm going to fuck you now," he says, his voice deepening. "Right here, against these jack-o'-lanterns, with the fog swirling around us and the moon watching from above." His thumbs stroke across my cheekbones. "And you're going to let me, because you want it just as much as I do."
Yes.
"Yes," I whisper, and it feels like stepping off a cliff into free fall.
His smile turns wicked. "Good girl."
He kisses me then, claiming my mouth with his. I kiss him back, desperate and needy and so fucking willing to melt into him.
I know I’ve lost my mind.
But I don't care anymore. I don't care about anything except the way he's touching me, the way he's making me feel like I'm burning alive with want.
When he finally breaks the kiss, we're both breathing hard. "Turn around," he commands, his voice demanding.
