Chapter 3
THREE
ANONYMOUS
She’s going to be the death of me.
I always knew she would be, and I’d honestly welcome it with open arms so long as I get this night with her.
I pull the mask back down so that I can speak since the voice modulator is attached to the plastic mouth of the mask and murmur, “Turn around and bend over the table, love. Let me see you.”
I need it.
I’d love nothing more than be able to see her face as I have her, but I’ve craved seeing the entirety of her for as long as I can remember, and I can’t do that with the mask getting in the way.
She slowly slips off the table, spinning around with a grace I’ve only ever known her to have, before lifting her dress above her hips and lowering herself until she’s bent over for me.
She’s bare.
Completely and utterly bare.
If I was in my right mind, I’d probably have a lot to say about her walking around in a sexy as hell dress with nothing underneath, but the only thought running through my mind is that I need to have her.
I don’t bother trying to hold in my groan at the sight in front of me since I’m wearing my mask, but I have a feeling it’s going to be a lot harder than I expected to keep quiet once it’s removed.
I kneel, reveling in the sight in front of me before pulling the mask up again and diving in. I probably should have taken this a little slower, teased her a little before just going right for it, but I know she’s as desperate as I am.
And my girl should never be left waiting.
I may not have done this before, but I have fucking studied. I knew that if I ever got the chance to be with her, I wanted to make it good.
My tongue slides against her soaked entrance, making her cry out and whimper incoherent words.
Jesus, she’s so damn responsive to even the barest of touches.
I keep going, licking her, sucking her clit, my muffled moans of pleasure vibrating against her flesh.
Then I remove one of my gloves and slide my hands up the backs of her thighs and spread her open with one hand before sliding a finger inside of her.
Holy shit, she’s soaked.
She’s soaking wet for me.
“Oh god, yes,” she murmurs, and I grin against her.
I fuck her with my finger, pressing gentle kisses against her ass and spine before adding another. I twist them around, experimenting with what feels best for her. When her moans rachet up at a certain angle, I know I’ve got her right where I want her.
Her moans get louder.
Her cries turning to hoarse shouts and fuck me, the sounds coming from her lips are so goddamn erotic that I have to bring my free hand down to my dick and squeeze just to stop myself coming.
She tastes so good.
Feels fucking amazing.
Sounds so beautiful.
Looks like a goddess.
And then she suddenly tightens around me. A long, drawn-out moan spilling from her lips before she soaks me.
Her release fucking drips from her, and it’s all too damn much.
My hand squeezing the base of my dick through my slacks does absolutely nothing to stave off the impending orgasm and I come right there, white hot pleasure racing through me with my fingers in her pussy and my teeth biting into the flesh of her ass to muffle my own moans.
But I’m not finished yet.
“Another,” I bark, not caring about her being able to hear my voice. Luckily, she’s too far gone to recognize it, and I flip myself around so that I’m halfway under the table before attacking her clit with my mouth and sliding my fingers in and out of her in a punishing rhythm.
It doesn’t take long.
One moment, she’s whimpering and mewling so prettily and the next, she’s vibrating against me, her entire body shuddering as she comes again.
My cock is rock hard again, the scent of our combined releases filling the air and acting as the best damn aphrodisiac imaginable. I slide out from under the table and stumble to my feet, pulling out a condom and unzipping my slacks before pulling my cock out.
I swipe a hand over my dick, gathering as much of my cum as I can before smearing it all over the base of her back.
I slip on the condom and fill her with one quick thrust, and I can’t stop the cry of pleasure that escapes my lips as I do.
Heaven.
She feels like fucking heaven.
Am I dead?
I’d be okay with it if I were, so long as I got to feel her like this every single day.
Her pussy spasms around me, still not recovered from the previous two orgasms, but I know she can take more.
She’s always been an overachiever.
I don’t think I’m going to be able to get through this without making a sound.
She didn’t recognize my voice when I spoke before, but that was because she was so past the point of coherent it was laughable.
Can I really take the risk of her recognizing me?
Is it worth facing the consequences if she does?
Do I replace the mask? Or do I indulge in this one time with her, being able to press my lips to the crook of her neck while I fuck into her?
It’s a no brainer, really.
I lean down and whisper in her ear, “You’ve done well so far, love. Are you ready for more?”