Page 48 of His Haunted Desire
“Oh,fuck. You know how to drive me wild.”
I stroke up and down his base as I suck him, then push down further, taking more of him in my mouth.
“Touch your pussy,” he growls. “When you come, I’m going to fucking erupt. Do it now. Do it like you mean it. That’s an order.”
With one hand still on his throbbing length, I slip my other between my legs, up my dress, into my underwear. My clit responds with a pulse of pure pleasure when I massage myself.
He gasps, putting his hand on the back of my head, guiding me up and down his solid length.
I rub myself faster, harder.
“I can feel how close you are,” he growls. “The way you purse your lip, and your hand trembles and grips me harder. I can feel… your… need to come.”
We both vibrate, an earthquake for two. Even the storm raging outside does little to distract me. All I can feel is his desire mixed with mine, his thickness, precome pumping out the head of his cock and into my mouth.
I’m so aroused, even the taste of him is hot to me.
Soon, his breath comes heavily, and he lets out a strangled moan, like he’s struggling to produce the sound.
“Fuck!” He gasps. “Come now, Aurora.”
“Yuh-yes,” I whimper, rubbing my hand up and down my folds, my clit, stroking his cock with the same rhythm.
“Say it,” he groans.
“Yes,” I moan.
“Say it now.”
“Yes, suh-sir.”
The moment I say ‘sir’, my body releases the pent-up pressure, the orgasm seizing me and taking me under. I let out a moan, but my mouth is wrapped around his cock, and all I hear is a muffled noise.
He roars as hot come explodes out of him, shooting down my throat.
“Stay where you are,” he grunts when I attempt to pull away. “Take – every – fucking –drop…”
I swallow his salty release as my orgasm bubbles up in me. Mouthful after mouthful, and there’s no doubt, no regret.
Just heat and a surging pride at making him erupt.
When I finally pull away, he stares down at me. “Don’t say it,” he growls. “It’s better to say nothing than to say it.”
“Say what, sir?”
“Don’t play games with me either.”
“That didn’t feel like a mistake, sir, if that’s what you’re hinting at.”
He stands and pulls up his pants. “You’re a head fuck, Aurora.”
“I think you like that about me, sir.”
I stand, adjusting my skirt as I go. His eyes roam up and down my body straightaway.
“You sound so fucking sexy when you come,” he groans. “No one’s ever turned me on as much as you do.”
I turn away. Mask or no mask, I don’t want him to see the effect his words have on me.
