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I tightened my hold around his neck and pressed my naked breasts against this black sweatshirt.
He worked quickly, his greedy hand slipping under the lace of my pink panties and pulling them, ripping them clean off my body.
He then grabbed hold of his cock, taking it out of his jeans and positioning his hips just right.
“So you like the mask. You’re pretty fucking sick, aren’t you?” he teased.
I nodded, a smile peeking out. “Yes.”
He stroked my bare pussy with the head of his dick, dragging it up and down my slit.
“Just like me,” he whispered.
And then he thrusted his hips between my thighs, and I cried out as he slid his thick cock, inch by inch, inside of me, burying himself in my wet pussy.
“Oh, God,” I panted, arching my back. “You’re so hard.”
My skin was stretched, and it hurt a little, but it was too fucking good, too. His tip rubbed so deep up inside me I could feel him in my stomach.
I dug my heels into his back and pressed my body into his, holding him close as I started to ride his, meeting his thrusts again and again.
“That’s it, baby,” he growled low.
He thrusted, forcing my back up the wall again and again, and I hung on for dear life as he pounded and fucked.
I whimpered, fisting his sweatshirt in my hands. “Michael.”
He jerked me into him, going faster and harder, and the feel of him sliding in and out of me, finally taking me, was doing nothing to ease my need. I was hungrier.
I dived into his neck, breathing against his skin as I grazed my lips back and forth, whispering, “They all thought I was a good girl, Michael.” I dragged his lobe through my teeth. “But there’s so many bad things I want to do. Do dirty things to me.”
“Jesus,” he gasped, hooking an arm under my knee and yanking my ass into him, fucking harder as he let his head fall back.
“Yes!” I cried out, his cock hitting deeper and my thigh aching from where his hand gripped it.
Fire started to pool in my belly, and my orgasm crested.
“Michael,” I moaned, rolling my hips and riding his fucking cock as I grunted and panted. The house was filled with our breathing and groaning and the sound of his skin hitting mine.
Pleasure built between my legs, my muscles burned, and then I squeezed my eyes shut, letting him fuck me as my orgasm opened up and spread apart, bursting inside my womb and flooding my body and brain with heat and euphoria.
“Fuck!” I cried out. “Michael!”
My loud moans echoed in the great foyer, and my clit throbbed and my pussy tightened around him, trying to keep him there. He pounded into me, and I tightened my arms around his neck again, riding it out.
My head felt like it was drifting in a cloud, and I went limp, letting my forehead fall to his shoulder as the orgasm racked through my body.
“Such a beautiful little monster,” he whispered, his chest heaving.
He reached around, grabbing the chin of his mask and ripped it off, letting it fall to the floor. His thrusts slowed and his arms tightened around my body that had now become dead weight.
I blinked my exhausted eyes, looking up at him and seeing the hunger still in his.
He slowly let me down, letting my feet come back to the floor as he peeled off his sweatshirt and dropped it to the floor.
His hair was matted with sweat, and he ran his hand through it, making it stick up, looking sexy. His broad chest shined with a light layer of sweat, and I let my eyes fall, seeing his cock still hard and sticking straight up at me.
“You didn’t come,” I said quietly.
The corner of his lips curled, looking threatening. “We are far from done.”
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I SCREWED UP.
I wanted her, and I wanted her to myself tonight. It was done, and it couldn’t be undone, so fuck it. I was going to enjoy this.
I slid my hands down over her ass and squeezed, bringing her body into mine.
Her soft tits pressed against my chest, and I felt the brush of her hard nipples against my skin.
Goddamn, she had a beautiful body.
Smooth, toned skin, still tan from her time on the beach this summer, and her breasts were full and round, sticking straight out at me like they were begging for a little attention.
I leaned down, running the tip of my tongue up the length of her scar, feeling the jagged, thin line curve upward and give way to the smooth skin under her ear.
It never escaped my attention how she hid it around my brother, as if it made her less beautiful.
No. Our scrapes and bruises, tattoos, scars, smiles, and wrinkles told our stories, and I didn’t want a pristine piece of wallpaper. I wanted her and everything she was. At least for tonight.
She finally leaned her head back, relaxing and letting me do whatever I wanted.
A shiver ran down my spine. It had been so hard not to come before.
She’d had me jacked up too much for too long, and I’d nearly lost control. I hadn’t really planned this, after all.
At least not beyond scaring the shit out of her and antagonizing her with the mask.
But when I’d held her, she’d tightened her thighs around my waist, the fear in her eyes turning to lust, and I was knocked on my ass.
She was going for it, and I couldn’t believe it. I’d never met anyone like her. She rose to every challenge.
Pulling back, she eyed me warily. “You’re not going to dump me outside now, are you?”
I nearly snorted. “Don’t you trust me?”
“Have you ever given me reason to?” she challenged in a suddenly serious tone. “I know you’ve always got something up your sleeve.”
I narrowed my eyes on her, amused. Sure, I had things up my sleeve. Ideas.
I may have tried to ignore her over the years, but a fantasy or two had crept in, unfortunately, and while having them made it more difficult to be around her, they’d kept me hot. They’d kept me angry and ready.
I held my head up, looking down at her. “Do you still have school uniforms here?”
She cocked her head just a little, looking suspicious before she nodded.
“Go get one on.” I brought my hands up, running them up and down her arms. “Everything. The tie, the vest, the skirt, everything.”
“Why?”
I smiled to myself, stepping aside to let her go to the stairs. “Because you can’t win if you don’t play.”
She glared, and I gave her a light slap on the ass, urging her up the stairs.
The longer we talked, the more I’d come to my senses. Or the more her half-naked in front of me would just make me take her right here on the floor.
And I had something better in mind.
“WHAT ARE WE DOING?” she asked, peering out the windshield. “Why are we here?”
I pulled up in front of St. Killian’s, the headlights shining in the darkness and landing on the broken stained glass windows and the eerie blackness inside. The dilapidated stone of the structure was surrounded by fallen autumn leaves, and the only sound was the wind howling through the trees overhead.
My stomach knotted with anticipation, and a drop of sweat glided down my back.
This was my favorite place.
It was weighted with history and filled with a thousand corners and small spaces. As a kid, I’d climbed around inside, exploring and getting lost for hours.
I shut off the car, the headlights going dead, and I stepped out, the smell of earth drifting through my nostrils. This place felt more like home than any other.
Slamming the door shut, I gripped my mask in my hand and watched Rika climb out of the G-Class. Her nervous eyes kept glancing up at the dark and silent cathedral, and her chest rose and fell faster.
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