16. Mona #2
“Watch me.” He rears his hand back, the knife in his fist. Striking fast, he stabs it into the wall by my head. “So much for these new ones.” Reaching between us, he digs his fingers into the mesh of my tights and rips upward, shredding the material at the seams.
“Oh my God!” I gasp, rising from the force, more in shock at him destroying my tights than the knife he just sank into the wall.
“Whoops.” He rocks back and forth, and I can’t see what he’s doing. “Fuck, I’m already throbbing for you.”
A warm, thick tip slaps against the bare skin of my inner thigh. My head lurches back, a wave of desperation washing through me. God, I need him so fucking badly.
A strong finger finds the center of my panties, hooking into the edge of the lace and tugging them to the side until I’m completely exposed.
Holy shit, I need this man to wreck me.
“Still mad at me?”
He leans forward, his face so close that I see the sparkles in his eyes, turned purple from the light. I inhale as his dick lines up with my center.
I have no words, not because I don’t have anything to say, but because I’m more flustered and turned on than I’ve been in my entire life. Needing this man isn’t a strong enough term. I need our souls physically intertwined.
I nod, and my voice is breathy when I say, “Furious.”
“Good,” he grunts, thrusts, and lowers me down onto him all at once.
The fullness is overwhelming. He stretches me out completely as my ass bounces off his thighs. My arms fly out, and I grab his shoulders to steady myself.
“Oh my God!”
That sexy, gravelly laugh makes my pussy clench around him, and he groans my name. “Mona.”
I’m going to need to record that sometime to loop it on repeat. Because I’m pretty sure that’s what the gates of heaven sound like.
When he bucks his hips, I slide up his length, and he repositions himself, barring an arm around my back, his other hand reaching up and grabbing the knife, yanking it out of the wall.
Oh my God, I’m going to last three fucking seconds because this is absolutely the hottest thing ever.
The blade finds my throat again as he lifts my weight with his arm and shoves me back down on his cock. I feel every inch grinding against my walls, hot and soaking wet.
Dear God, this is insane.
“Still mad?” he groans, and I nod, unable to form a word.
He picks up his pace, moving me up and down his length like a toy. Over and over until my knuckles are white on his shoulders and my thighs are clenched around his torso, my breathing erratic.
“Not yet,” he growls through his teeth, fucking me with abandon. “We’re coming together. You want me to stop, use your safe word.”
I’m a puddle of desperation and desire, my restraint stretched to the absolute limit. “I can’t—I can’t.”
Stilling completely, his cock still buried inside of me, he slams the knife back into the wall. “You will because I told you to. If you come, I’ll never take this mask off.”
I gasp, and he shifts his hips, pleasure shooting through my body.
“Okay, okay. I’ll try.”
“See? I knew you could be a good girl,” he whispers, his hand taking the place of the blade around my throat.
With his hand and his arm around me, I’m weightless, my muscles jelly from his delicious assault.
I’m so stupid to say that I’ll try because I’m not going to last another minute at this rate. He feels too fucking good. It’s not even just his dick. It’s his personality, the way he cares for me.
I have no doubt in my mind if I were to use my word right now, he would freeze on the spot and do everything he could to make sure that I was okay.
I’m falling so goddamn hard for this man, and I don’t even know what he looks like. But it doesn’t matter. I don’t care. I’m his regardless.
The sounds of his moans and breathy inhales while he rails into me are intoxicating. Oh God, I can’t hold this much longer.
“Please, please, please,” I beg, my face twisting in glorious agony. “Please let me come.”
“Not yet,” he challenges, and I smack his chest, frustration boiling inside of me. He moans at the contact so I do it again. “Fuck.”
I’m going to explode into a million pieces. I can’t do this any longer. “Please.”
“Lift the mask.” His voice is demanding, full of the same anguish that’s eating me alive.
“Wh-what?” The word leaves me without thought, my fingers reacting before I can even process what he just said.
“Take off my mask, Mona.” He freezes mid-thrust, and I whine, my imminent orgasm waning in his stillness.
Holy shit. This is it. He’s finally going to let me see him.
The realization is nearly enough to finish the job in my core. But I hold off, wanting to wait until his unsheathed eyes are locked with mine.
My fingers trail up, finding the bottom of his leather mask, and I lift it off his chin, over his full lips.
I ease it higher, exposing his nose and those gorgeous …
familiar eyes… until the only remaining secret between us free-falls through the air and crashes to the floor, landing right side up, the purple light illuminating his face.
No way. It can’t be …
I whisper, unsure if what I’m seeing is real, “C-Casper?”
His restraint snaps at the sound of his name, an animalistic groan echoing through the room as he drops his hand from my throat to my hip. After sliding me up his length, he slams me back down, and my vision disappears, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
“Fuck,” he whimpers, his word breathy and raspy. “It’s been torture, not hearing my name on your lips.”
“Oh God,” I whimper as my orgasm rears its head again. “I’m going to …” I force my gaze to his hooded stare, the vision of the man behind the mask making every nerve in my body explode in a way I’ve never felt before. “Fuuuck.”
Warm breath hits my lips as he works me through my orgasm, stars appearing in my eyes like beautiful sparkles, ones he created.
I’m holding back my moans, not wanting the entire house to hear. But he whimpers once, twice, and I know he’s going to come right along with me.
His hand cups my jaw, his thumb slipping into my mouth as our bodies collide together and create a symphony of beautiful sounds.
I’m a writhing mess, and his grunts of pleasure only deepen the waves in my core.
“Go ahead and scream, baby. Let them think this place is really haunted.”
My moan tears through the air at his permission, over and over as he drives into me, coming hard and deep inside me.
“Oh my fucking God, Casper.”
“Tell me you’re mine, Mona,” he growls, tugging my head closer to him, his forehead rolling against mine. “Fucking tell me.”
I would agree to say anything this man asked of me right now. But I mean it when I whimper helplessly, holding his intense stare, “I’m yours. I’m yours, Casper, only yours.”
“Fuck.” With both hands back on my hips, he slides me up his length and back down, filling me completely with every drop he has as his face contorts. Eyebrows and mouth upturned. “Always mine.”
I’m destroyed, ruined … and I never want to recover. I want to stay right here, in his arms, as he confesses his need for me with each stroke.
But gradually, he slows, coming to a stop altogether with me still wrapped around him, my legs around his waist and hands around his neck. Slowly, his forehead rolls against mine, and a sense of belonging washes over me.
Our breathing fills the room, hot and heavy. If you listen close enough, you can hear the whispers of our silent confessions as our hearts sync together.
“Mona …” My name is soft, like a caress across my cheek or hair tucked behind my ear.
“Am I haunting you like you’re haunting me?” His voice is thick with emotion, a vulnerability that cuts me to my core.
Everything’s overwhelming, all of my systems fried. It’s too much, and yet it’s all I’ve ever wanted. To be chosen, to be loved like this.
Pushing my chin down, I reach up and cup his jaw, tilting his head back enough to meet his golden gaze.
His eyebrows are pinched together, eyes widened with a breath caught in his throat.
Holding it so tightly, like he’s scared I’ll run in the opposite direction and never look back if he lets it out.
I can’t hide the tears creeping into my eyes, forming on my lashes and dropping over the edge. Nor can I hide the smile stretching my mouth. Or the sob that tears through me as I tug him forward, crashing my lips to his in a desperate plea to show him exactly how I feel.
He exhales into my mouth, the weight of the world falling from his shoulders. His fingers fist my hair, the tip of his tongue deepening the kiss as I nod ever-so-slightly.
With endless passion and unbridled devotion, we melt into one another, becoming something else entirely, something more. And no matter what happens next, we will always have this, us.
“More than you could possibly imagine,” I whisper, the words so vulnerable that they’re almost painful.