CHAPTER FIVE #2
“Looks like you’ve gotten started without me,” she cooed. “Bad, bad Romeo.”
“I couldn’t help it,” I admitted.
“Why do you still have your mask on, handsome? I already know what you look like.”
I smirked, hand sliding up and down my cock lazily.
“As long as your mask stays on, so does mine,” I countered.
“Booo,” she cooed, drawing a slow circle around her nipple, the R charm catching the light. “At least take the glasses off,” she added, voice dipping lower as her palm glided across her abs.
“Do you not like my glasses?”
“I love your glasses, Romeo. And when I finally get to ride that dick, I want you to wear them while I fuck you.”
Damn. I trailed my thumb across the tip of my cock, precum leaking. With my free hand, I removed my glasses and set them on the bed beside me. Both of her hands were on her body now, roaming over her chest and abs.
“What does the R charm on your nipple ring stand for?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
Being the little tease that she was, she rubbed a hand over her breast, cupping it, thumb grazing her nipple as she toyed with the R charm. I wanted to replace her thumb with my tongue so fucking bad.
“Oh, this little thing?” she asked, flicking her forefinger against the charm, making it dangle. “This R stands for romance.”
“Don’t play with me, Juliet.”
Her chuckle filled the air. “You already know what it stands for. Why ask?”
“Because I need to hear you say it,” I confessed.
“Romeo, this R represents you. Just like right now, my hands represent yours, lover. Tell me what you want me to do with them,” she said, cupping both of her breasts.
“Keep them where they are for now,” I told her. “Spread your legs, let me see that pretty pussy.”
She obeyed, planting her feet flat on the bed, then parting her legs. I swallowed, stroking my cock.
“Lift your hips and gyrate against the air. I want to see that pussy in motion.”
Juliet obeyed, lifting her hips and rolling her body in a way that had me pumping my cock faster, wishing I could feed this cock into her pussy until I was buried to the hilt in her.
“Faster,” I ordered.
And again, she followed my instructions, moving her body faster, her hands kneading her breasts. She was a sight to behold, a sinful fantasy I wanted to get lost in. She rolled her body like she was actually being fucked.
Her movements were hypnotic. I gripped myself tighter, knowing I wouldn’t last long if she kept this up. But I refused to come until I’d talked her through a release.
“Faster,” I ordered, pumping my cock rapidly, precum lubricating my palm.
She matched my pace, rolling her hips faster, hands still working her breasts, the mask’s painted mouth grinning at me. I ached with the need to be inside her, to taste her, to cum all over her beautiful brown skin.
I’d never wanted anything more than that. I’d never felt such an intense desire to be with someone. It was consuming me, taking over my mind, my body, my soul. If I didn’t get a taste of this woman soon, I would go insane.
“Touch your pussy,” I told her. “You’ve got me rock hard. Show me how wet you are for me, Juliet.”
Without hesitating, she reached down to touch herself, spreading her lips so I could see how wet she was. That pussy was glistening for me. So much wetness going to waste.
“What do you want me to do next, lover?” she cooed.
“Play with your clit. Let me see how wet your pussy can get,” I told her.
“Yes, sir.”
She cupped her pussy, then slid two fingers along her slit, teasing the entrance before circling her clit. With her other hand, she pinched her nipple, the white Xs over the mask’s eyes unblinking.
“Are your eyes on me?” I asked.
“Yes,” she purred. “I can’t take my eyes off that huge cock.”
My cock jerked, leaking precum for her.
“That dick is wet for me. I bet you taste so good, Romeo,” she whispered.
“Tell me where you are, and I’ll bring this cock to you so you can find out for yourself.”
“That would ruin the fantasy,” she told me.
“Reality is better than fantasy.”
“But tonight, fantasy is all we have. Right now, I’m picturing that thick cock filling me up.”
“You sure it won’t be too much for you?” I teased, stroking myself.
“It might be. But I’m not a quitter. I’d keep grinding on that thang until I was able to take every hard inch.”
“I’m not a gentle man,” I warned. “I’d fuck you hard and long, making you take every inch of me, whether that pussy could handle it or not.”
“Promise?” she whispered.
“I swear,” I told her.
Her hips jerked, her body growing wetter. So she liked it when I said things like that, liked it when I was dominant. Liked when I promised to fuck her until she couldn’t take any more. Fuck! I was about to burst. I couldn’t wait to turn this fantasy into our reality.
“Soon, Juliet, I’m going to have you on your knees in front of me, cum leaking from the corners of your mouth as I fuck your throat.”
“Fuck it hard, Romeo. Leave me hoarse, unable to speak for a week, lover.”
This woman!
My hips bucked as I fucked my palm, falling head over heels in love with my masked lover. Heaven help her if she wasn’t as serious about me as I was about her.