28. Aiden
Chapter twenty-eight
Aiden
“ T ake off the mask. I want to see you,” Phoebe demands in a husky voice, and the quiet throb of tension settles between us, like a string on a guitar being pulled tautly. Everything in me wants to instantly comply with her request, but I know the minute I do, she’s going to bolt for the door. I’ve already come so far now, all these lies and games we have been playing, there is no way I can back down now. She will forgive me, eventually. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to her.
My cock is rock hard, beads of precum trickling down my long, thick length as I stroke myself from root to tip, and she watches, her body shuddering as she bites down on her lower lip. Fuck, she is so beautiful, and that sexy getup she’s wearing is right out of one of my naughty fantasies. Her chest rises and falls with her rapid breathing, and the desire to chase her and hunt her, bring her down to the ground, and have my wicked way, while she begs me for release, is causing chaos in m y mind. Control yourself. We can’t risk scaring her now. We need her not to run.
The sensation of her lips wrapped around my cock, and taking me to the back of her tight, warm throat, is imprinted permanently on my mind. I’m so ready to cum; my testicles are tight and throbbing, with the need to expel their contents inside one of her holes. My body is wired so tightly that if she makes one wrong move, I’ll snap, becoming more animal than man. I can feel electricity zinging up my spine, the hairs on my nape, and my arms, standing on end. Her sapphire blue eyes stare at me with expectation, and uncertainty, and I wish I could see the true green color that she’s concealing. I want to look into the endless emerald depths of her eyes, when I plunge myself deep inside of her and re-make her mine. I’ll never get the chance if I take off this mask though. This will all be over immediately. Somehow, I have to dissuade her. Is that shitty of me, fucking my girl with deceit between us? Sure, but what other alternative do I have, except throwing her over my shoulder, and running for the door right now? Somehow, I don’t think Phoebe will go quietly with me, and then I’ll have to kill her friends, if they attempt to stop me from taking what is mine.
“Sinclair?” Her voice is softer, more hesitant, as she calls out my fake name in question, when I don’t reply to her request. Fuck, I don’t want to hurt her, and I know all of this will, when she finds out the truth. She hurt you too, when she ran from you, my mind plays devil’s advocate. A shiver races up my spine, with a mixture of fear, anxiety, and excitement. I’ve waited so long to have her again. The first, and only, time I was with her was the best night of my life, and it broke something inside of me when, the next morning, after I kissed her goodbye and promised her I would take care of everything, she didn’t trust me to keep my oath to her, and instead ran from me, and the life we could have had together. We have lost years that she could have been by my side. Y ears that I could have spent loving and protecting her.
I’m subconsciously aware that the cameras are recording us right now, and although it adds an element of hedonistic depravity to the situation, it also adds complications and dread. I can’t risk us being caught on camera without the masks. I have no idea if this is being streamed somewhere else within the building, somewhere where maybe a certain psychotic and unreasonable Italian may be watching. I have to protect Phoebe at all costs, even if it’s from herself. My hacker guy has instructions to wipe all traces of Ladypoison from the internet after today. No one will ever get to see her in a vulnerable state again besides me.
“Can we leave it on while the cameras are rolling... I don’t want my face on camera.” A pang of pain hits my chest at the look of hurt on her face, before she quickly disguises it, and smoothes out her features. “Of course, sorry, I wasn’t thinking. Umm... yeah, makes sense.” She’s standing awkwardly now, some of her sexy confidence disappearing with my words, and rejection. I’m not sure what is rolling through her mind right now, but based on the way her shoulders have drooped, and she’s now covering her breasts with her folded arms, it can’t be good. “Come here, álainn , crawl to me like the good girl you are,“ I demand with authority, my hand outstretched. I need to distract her and keep her aroused, so she doesn’t suspect what is happening here. Just a little while more, and I’ll be able to fill her up, and take her out of this place forever.
At first, I don’t believe she’ll do it. She looks ready to turn and bolt for the door, and I ready myself to chase her. She’s got this deer-in-headlights look, that is both amusing and endearing, but also scares the shit out of me. To my utter amazement, she slowly drops to the floor, littered with fake gold coins, on all fours, and arches her back like a sexy feline . “Fuck,” I growl, my cock painfully bobbing against my stomach, as I push the tight boxers off my body, and they fall to the floor before I kick them away. I’m careful, ensuring I wrap my fingers around my piercing to disguise it. I know she got a glimpse of it earlier, and Phoebe isn’t stupid, she’s got to know that there aren’t many guys walking around with an ampallang piercing, and she was very intrigued by mine when I took her virginity.
She reaches up with one hand and removes the small top hat from her head, throwing it beside her. I instantly wish she would lose the blonde wig, so I could see her gorgeous milk chocolate hair too. I’m about to suggest it, but manage to hold off at the last second, not wanting anything to break this lust-filled spell between us. She moves forward like a graceful leopard, sleek and fully aware of her power over me. This is not the same Phoebe I used to know. She was a shy girl, virginal, unsure of herself, and this is a woman who owns her sexuality and desires. Her lush, full breasts sway beneath the tight, black suspenders, and her skin ripples beautifully in the lights. I sit myself down on the edge of the bed, my legs splayed wide, as I stroke myself to her movements. “That’s it, my sexy slut. Come here, so I can make you feel good,” my chest rumbles with the growl I can’t prevent. Fuck, I want to tie her up with those suspenders, and devour every single sexy inch of her. The whole world fades away, until nothing exists but me and my soul mate, the first and only love I have ever had. Mo bhean álainn.
She finally reaches my side, and I reach out and dig my fingers tightly into her wig, using it to pull her forward. “Lick,” I demand, and her tongue slips out of her lush mouth and licks the crown of my cock. My head tips back on my neck, and a moan escapes me, as her tongue lashes at my slit over and over, before she uses it to lick down my shaft, and sucks one of my testicles into the warm heat of her mouth, rolling it with her tongue . She’s making little mewling sounds that I don’t even think she’s aware of, and they are sexy as fuck. She releases one testicle and licks the other, her shoulders pushing against my thighs, and urging me to open my legs wider. She laves it with her tongue, releases it with a plop, and licks my taint, and I swear I see stars. “Fuck, so good, you’re my perfect, naughty cock sucking slut,” I groan as her tongue slides further down, and slips between my asscheeks, licking at my back hole. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’ve never experienced such sweet agony. I’m about to grab her, throw her on the bed, and impale my cock inside of her, as her tongue makes its way back up toward my crown. She deepthroats my cock, taking me to the back of her throat, her lips stretching wide with my girth as she makes a humming noise, and the tight channel of her throat constricts on my cock like a vice, as she gags and chokes. I swear my eyes cross from all the pleasure she’s giving me. She begins a quick rhythm of bobbing up and down my cock as I continue to hold my root, squeezing myself, and adding a hit of pain to our interaction. Her saliva drips down and coats my fingers in its warmth, as I have to pinch myself hard, to prevent myself from cumming too soon down her throat. “Fuck, your throat feels amazing. You were made to suck my cock.”
I’m fighting a losing battle, and to stop myself, I grip her hair and force her off my cock. She makes a devastated little sound, like a child being prevented from consuming their favorite treat. “Take... your panties off, climb on the bed... and show me my pussy,“ I demand in harsh pants. She gingerly rises from the ground, with a naughty smirk crossing her lips, pushes the suspenders off her shoulders until they pool at her waist, and pulls the green sheer underwear down, in a tantalizing shimmy that has my breath stalling in my chest, until she’s standing before me, a vision in just a pair of black silk stockings, sky-high black hee ls, and a green bow tie. Fuck, I am not going to survive this. My heart is going to explode, before I even get to be inside of her.
I push some of the stupid coins away from the bed, and help her up until she’s lying on her back, propped up by one elbow, and her legs are spread wide, her heels digging into the mattress, giving me an unrestricted view of that little trail of neatly trimmed dark hair leading my eyes down to her slick pussy lips, and her swollen little nub. “Spread yourself open for me, and let me see my tight hole ,“ I demand, and her hand slowly slides along her soft flesh, and her fingers spread her pussy lips open, as her thumb draws circles on her clit. “Does that feel good, my naughty girl? Do you want to cum?” One of her fingers slips between her pussy lips and strokes at her opening, and I have to fist my hands at my sides, to stop myself from reaching for her. She’s putting on a show for me, letting me see what feels good, and how to play her body like my favorite instrument, and I’m loath to stop her. “Yes,” she gasps as she plunges the digit inside of herself, and pulls it back out, so I can see it coated in her wetness. Fuck, I need a taste of her, but the stupid mask I’m wearing prevents that. “Taste yourself,” I gruff, and she brings the same finger up to her lips, and sucks it into her mouth with a moan. Fuck, that’s incredibly hot.
“Does your cream taste delicious, a stór ?“ I shift my body and trail my hand up her thigh, rubbing and caressing her soft flesh, until I reach where her thigh meets her core. My thick, long fingers stroke through her wetness, and I raise my hand and slap down on the surface of her tight little pussy. “Is this messy, wet pussy all for me, my sweet slut?” She nods and groans, and I do it again, forcing her lower body to arch off the bed. Her heated gaze holds mine, as my fingers push hers away, and I rub her hard little clit with my thumb, plunging my forefinger and middle finger inside her clenching hole. “So tight, this pretty, pink pussy is going to need to stretch to take my big cock.”
I thrust in and out of her soaked pussy, her wetness trickling down my digits to my palm. Fuck, look at how she swallows my fingers, and soon, she’ll swallow my cock. I thrust a third finger inside of her, stretching her tight hole, and her head dips back, a shuddering gasp leaving her lips, and her flesh pebbling with goosebumps. I use my other hand to push up the bottom of my mask, exposing my chin and mouth, and lean over her pussy, spitting on it and rubbing my saliva into her clit. “Oh fuck,” she moans, her neck arching as her body tenses, and she pushes her heels into the top of the mattress with force, as an orgasm wracks her body.
While she’s distracted, and in her lust-filled daze, I lean down and thrust my tongue inside of her sweet pussy, along with my fingers. It’s a tight fit, and she screams in ecstasy as it seems to prolong her release. “Fuck, fuck, ohmygod, please don’t stop! Please, fuck!“ Over and over, her body convulses and shakes on the mattress surface, as I continue to thrust inside of her with my fingers and tongue. Her hands grip her breasts, her nails raking her flesh, as she twists her hardened nipples between her fingers, and pulls on them over and over again, getting herself off. She looks so beautiful as she cums, her taste flooding my mouth, and her sweet, musky scent overwhelming my senses. Fuck, this is what heaven must feel like.
Once she’s done shuddering, I pull my fingers from inside of her, lick her from her puckered hole to her swollen bud, and use my teeth to graze the soft, swollen surface. She shudders below me, her eyes still closed, and lost in all the sensations I’m producing in her slim, toned, boneless body. I would love to continue giving her orgasm after orgasm, but I’m on limited time, and desperately need to be inside of her, before she figures out it’s me. I pull back and position my massive body over hers, reaching for her shapely calves, and forcing her ankles over my shoulders. I pull down the mask, her taste coating my tongue and lips, lean for ward, and wrap my fingers snugly around the slim column of her neck, and when she gasps, her glazed eyes darting open in surprise, I force my cock inside of her tight pussy in one sharp go, until I’m balls deep. She attempts to scream, as I coerce the air to become trapped in her throat. Mine.
I force myself to halt for a second, allowing her body to stretch around my cock, and my eyes almost roll into the back of my head. Fuck, she’s so tight, her pussy is strangling my cock. I pull back and thrust again with force, her body moving along the surface of the bed with my sharp movements. Over and over, I take no mercy on her, pushing every thick inch inside of her, our skin loudly smacking against each other, and the sound of her wetness mingling with her cries of pleasure. “Too... much, oh fuck, too... much!” She cries through gasped breaths, as I minutely loosen my hold on her neck, allowing her to get in some air. “You. Will. Take. Every. Inch. I. Give. You,” I growl as I lean further over her, forcing her body to arch and bend like a pretzel while I pile drive into her. I grind my pelvis into her needy little clit with every downward thrust. Her head shakes back and forth on the mattress, dislodging her wig, and exposing some of her dark hair to my observing gaze. I reach up and rip it off her head, excited to see her real hair, and I’m not even sure she notices in her orgasm daze. “ Cumming, please, oh fuck, please don’t stop.“ Her body tenses, her pussy clamping down on my cock so hard it pulls a groan from my lips. “Fuck, fuck, oh fuck,” she pants as I pick up speed, pounding into her, and I slap the palm of my other hand against her bouncing breast, as I tighten my grip on her neck, stopping her airflow with the other. She cums so hard that her wetness gushes out of her, coating my cock, testicles, and upper thighs, and her body arches and lifts off the bed.
I can’t hold off much longer. A burning fire sensation races up my spine and fills all of my limbs. “ Mine! You are fucking mine!“ I roar as my heart pounds in my chest, feeling like it’s going to explode, and my vision threatens to go dark, as I follow her over the precipice, and my cum shoots out of me, coating her tight hole. I lean over her body, her legs still on my shoulders, as our heavy breathing fills the air. “You fucked up, Phoebe. I can never let you go n ow. You belong to me.”