19. Sadie #2
You know, if I’m dead in the morning, there’s no one to blame but myself. I invited him here; I invited him to have sex with me. What fucking stupid idiot does that? Oh, I know the answer to that. Me.
Fifteen agonizing minutes later, I step out of the shower, my skin warm and damp, my towel wrapped tightly around me. The second I walk into the bedroom, I nearly jump out of my skin.
He’s standing at the foot of my bed, a black mask, a black long sleeved t-shirt, and he’s watching me silently.
“Say it,” he orders, his voice low and distorted.
A rush of conflicting emotions floods me, terror, shame, and a dark, throbbing desire that wins out.
“I want you to make me feel good… relaxed. I want you.” My voice comes out with a shakiness to it and he tilts his head.
“Lose the towel.”
My fingers shake as I let it drop. Cool air rushes over my bare breasts and between my thighs. I’m completely naked in front of a man whose face I’ve never seen. This is wrong. This is so fucking wrong. But my body doesn’t care. My nipples are tight, and I’m already wet.
He steps forward and pulls me into a deep kiss. The mask brushes my cheek as his tongue strokes mine, tasting faintly of mint. His gloved hands feel surprisingly warm as they slide down my waist and grip my hips. He walks me back until I fall onto the bed.
He pulls me into a deep, possessive kiss. The mask brushes cool and smooth against my cheek as his tongue strokes mine. His gloved hands roam down my body, gripping my hips, pulling me closer. Then he breaks the kiss and starts moving lower.
He kisses down my neck, across my collarbone, then lower still. His masked face hovers over my breasts for a moment before he continues downward, leaving a trail of heat along my stomach. My breath comes faster, nervousness and desire twisting tightly in my chest.
This is insane. I don’t even know his name. I shouldn’t be doing this… but God, I want it so badly.
He settles between my thighs, spreading them wide with strong hands.
The first hot, wet drag of his tongue through my folds rips a sharp gasp from my throat.
He groans deeply against me, the low vibration traveling straight to my core.
He licks me slowly, savoring every inch like I’m something precious and filthy at the same time, long, luxurious strokes from my entrance all the way up to my swollen clit.
The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth on me fill the quiet room.
He circles my clit with the flat of his tongue, then flicks it rapidly before sucking the sensitive bundle into his mouth with perfect pressure.
My hips jerk involuntarily. He slides two thick fingers deep inside me, curling them just right while his tongue continues its relentless assault.
What am I doing? I’m letting a masked stranger eat me out like he owns me… and I’m soaking his face.
The stretch of his fingers, the heat of his mouth, the way he groans like he can’t get enough of my taste, it’s overwhelming. Pleasure coils tighter and tighter in my belly. My thighs start trembling around his head as I grind shamelessly against his mouth.
Just as I’m right on the edge, shaking and whimpering, he pulls back. He stands, unzips his jeans, and pulls out his thick, hard cock. He strokes it once, then climbs over me.
“Do you want this?” he asks me, and I nod, because God, I want this.
He pushes inside me in one long, slow, relentless thrust. I cry out at the burning stretch, the overwhelming fullness as he sinks deep. He feels so thick, so hot, pulsing inside me. He stays buried to the hilt for a moment, letting me adjust, then starts moving with deep, rolling strokes.
While he fucks me, he leans down and captures one of my nipples in his mouth through the mask.
The fabric brushes against my sensitive skin as he sucks hard, his tongue flicking over the stiff peak.
The dual sensation, his cock dragging against my walls and his mouth pulling greedily at my breast makes me moan loudly.
He switches to the other nipple, sucking and biting gently while his hips keep thrusting, slow and deep.
This is so wrong… but I don’t want him to stop.
Suddenly, he pulls out, flips me over onto my stomach with strong hands, and yanks my hips up so I’m on my knees.
He spreads my thighs wider and thrusts back inside me from behind in one smooth motion.
The new angle makes him feel even deeper.
I moan into the pillow as he starts fucking me harder, the wet slap of his hips against my ass filling the room.
I’ve never had sex like this, and I already know this is going to mess me up for any other man now.
He reaches over to my nightstand, grabs my camera, and holds it out in front of us, grabs my hair with his other hand so I'm looking at the camera, then moves his hand to my throat, and squeezes it.
I hear the shutter click. He just took a picture, a filthy selfie of him fucking me from behind, mask and all, with my arched back and flushed face in the frame.
The realization sends a dark thrill through me. Why does that make it so much hotter? Why did I like him squeezing my neck? Is he awakening some fucked up sex fantasy I never knew I had?
He drops the camera onto the bed and grips my hips with both hands, pounding into me faster. Every thrust is deep and punishing, the head of his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me over and over. I’m gasping, moaning, pushing back against him desperately.
He suddenly flips me onto my back again, hooks my legs over his shoulders, and drives into me like he’s lost control. He fucks me hard and fast, the wet sounds of his cock slamming into my soaked pussy echoing loudly in the room.
His gloved hand reaches between us and rubs my clit in tight, firm circles while he rails me.
“I’m… I’m gonna come,” I cry out, voice breaking.
“Come for me,” he growls through the mask, thrusting even harder. “Let me feel you fall apart around my cock.”
The orgasm explodes through me with brutal force. My back arches off the bed, my pussy clenching violently around him as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes over me. I scream, my nails digging into his shoulders through his t-shirt, my entire body shaking uncontrollably.
He fucks me through every pulse, then buries himself as deep as he can go and comes with a low, guttural groan. I feel every thick spurt as he fills me, pulsing hot and deep inside me.
He stays buried inside me for a long moment, breathing hard through the mask, before slowly pulling out. I feel his cum leaking out of me, dripping down my thighs onto the sheets.
He leans down and kisses me deeply one last time, it’s slow, possessive, and strangely tender, then he brushes damp hair from my forehead.
It makes me forget what I was just thinking.
“Sleep now,” he whispers. “You’re going to be incredible.”
Then he’s gone, slipping silently out of my room like he was never here.
I lie there in the dark, naked, trembling, and dripping with a stranger’s cum, heart still racing wildly.
What the hell have I done?
And the first thing that hits me is that I let him fuck me without protection. I mean I’m on the pill, but how the fuck do I know if he is clean.
I just let a masked man I barely know fuck me senseless… and I came harder than I ever have in my life.
And the worst part?
I already miss the feeling of him inside me.