Chapter 12
TWELVE
It was everything to see Sophie on her back, pushing toys into her tight holes on screen for me.
She is delectable and I can’t wait another day.
I need to feel her around my cock. I need to make her mine.
I wait until I can be sure she has drifted off to sleep and go up one floor in our apartment building.
I am about to break every rule, every moral bone in my body to go through with this.
But I need her, in a few short days she has taken over my every waking minute, filling it with a compulsion to be inside of her just the way I like it.
And now, under the ruse of being Mack, I can claim my sweet Sophie and make her mine just for tonight.
I’ll work out how I am going to make her mine forever later.
I know I am thinking with my cock but I see no other opportunity for her letting me inside of her.
I need to feel her around my cock more than I need air to breathe right now.
My sweet angel is about to get the best evening surprise she didn’t know she needed.
I can make her come harder than those toys and Mack’s words.
She needs a real man, a man to satisfy her in real life, not over some stupid online camera.
Fuck you Mack and your ‘beautiful plan’ that you would never include me in.
Look where you are now mother fucker and see where I am.
I take out the set of keys I had made and silently unlock Sophie’s apartment door.
I push the heavy door open but hear nothing but silence.
The door doesn’t make a noise which I’m grateful for as I close and lock it behind me and she hasn’t pulled the blinds in the apartment so the room is illuminated by moonlight as I look around at her modern, well kept apartment.
I walk past her kitchen and see an open lounge and TV, I can just imagine her curled up on the couch snuggled into me.
I know there are two bedrooms, one on the left and one on the right.
The one on the right is the master bedroom just like mine below so I head toward the slightly open door and am greeted by the sight of my sleeping beauty.
I can’t move, my body frozen in place as I watch, mesmerized, from the doorway, eyes devouring her sleepy form.
She’s lying half on her stomach and half on her side, her hair fanned out across her back and shoulder, draping over her breast. From here I can see she’s wearing some kind of thin strapped sleep top.
I wonder what she is wearing below the sheets, my heart picks up a beat knowing I’ll soon find out.
My hand goes up to my face to check I’m wearing the masquerade mask despite feeling it sitting on my face.
This is it, the moment I’ve been waiting for.
The job she denied me, my fantasy. Soon it’ll be her fantasy, I know she’s going to love it, I have no doubt.
I take a step towards her, fighting the urge to ravish her.
Instead I just stand and watch how her chest rises and falls, listening to her soft breathing like my favourite soundtrack.
I need to see her, all of her in the flesh.
Creeping around to the side she is sleeping so near, I take the pair of scissors from my pocket and snip the strap of her top, holding onto the top part so it doesn’t make any movement and wake my sleeping beauty.
Gradually I lower the strap to her back and then ease down the front of her top to free her heavy, beautiful milky-white breast. The sight robs the air from my lungs seeing her exposed like this—she is heavenly.
My cock is straining so hard against my track pants, it’s positively throbbing to be skin-to-skin touching her.
I crouch down low and peek out my tongue to gently lick up her perfect pink nipple.
The contact draws it up to a peak as I run my tongue over it again.
I know I should be worried about waking her but I am certain if she did wake, she would be pleased to see me.
I’m not afraid. I wish she knew it’s me as I enter her body but I’ll take her believing I am Mack if she’ll allow me inside of her.
I gently pull down the thin sheet that is covering her this warm evening and am pleased to see she forewent pjs in place of a small pair of panties.
I pull off my t-shirt and push down my track pants, giving my cock a stroke to the vision in front of me.
I pick them up and set them on the desk where her laptop is closed and that makes me smile again.
Sorry you’re going to miss the show Mack, maybe one day I’ll be kind enough to load the software so you can watch, I think, smirking to myself, enjoying the thought of that immensely.
I walk around to the other side of the bed and tentatively climb on.
The bed is firmer than I was expecting and it hardly makes any ripples of movement as I crawl across the bed.
Holding the scissors, I pull up the side of Sophie’s panties that is on her nearest hip and snip straight through the elastic.
I silently hold the two sides and gently let them fall away.
I stare down at the side of her exposed bum cheek and my mouth waters to bite it.
I can see now how Rory felt when he had her to himself.
I feel compelled to mark her peach bum and show Mack who owns this arse.
But that would ruin the perfect experience and I can’t do that. Another time.
Peeling back the fabric I expose the bottom part of her panties and snip gently, all too aware how close I am to her pussy lips and then I see it.
The plug. She’s being such a good fucking girl for Mack and it’s me who is going to be benefiting from it.
My cock is practically leaking now. It’s time I made her mine.
I lower myself to spoon her from behind, settling into a position where my slick cock is nestled between her thighs.
Sophie murmurs and takes in a breath, deep in her sleep, and I lie very still moulding myself around her body, enjoying the way the heat of her pussy lips feels against my bare cock.
I consider holding her to me, but I know less is more. Another time, but not our first time.
I withdraw my hips and then line myself up to her folds from behind, rubbing my tip along her slit then easing it in slowly, savouring every sensation that is coursing through my body.
With bated breath, I begin my journey through her folds and to her entrance.
I considered lube but I’m glad I didn’t coat myself because Sophie is wet enough even in her sleep.
I know I can’t bury myself to the hilt without waking her so I stay still for a moment longer, the thrill of what I am about to do tantalising my mind and my body.
I drink in her sleeping form as I begin to put my weight into my hips and thrust inch by inch, edging so gently into her sleeping form.
Soon I feel heat coiling up in the base of my spine.
She’s tight, more so because of the plug, I feel it as I push deeper and she begins to stir.
I place my hand on her body finally, needing to touch her and calm her as she becomes aware of what I am doing to her.
She moans, “Mack,” which sounds more dreamlike than awake.
I gently cup her breast and assume a voice as close to Mack’s deep and gravelly one as I can muster. “Shh Baby, I couldn’t stay away,” I whisper.
Sophie’s hips move back to press into me, pushing me deeper inside of her and impaling herself on my cock.
The whimper that escapes her lips is like syrup coating my soul as my cock weeps to hear it again.
I’m finally buried deep inside the woman I’ve fantasised over since forever.
She’s surrounding my cock with her heat and I have never felt more at home than in her bed, wrapped around her body.
My cock aches for a release too soon and I’m not ready for all this to be over.
I move my focus over to working myself in and out of her body from behind as I lower my palm onto her abdomen until the tips of my fingers meet the top of her pussy.
Every time I slowly thrust back into her, her clit rubs up against my fingers, pulling out that sugar coated whimper that sounds so much better in her sleepy haze.
I crave to hear it again and again, her pleasure becoming more important to me than my own.
I reach further around her body, my other arm propping me up so my fingers can stay on top of her clit as I work myself in and out of her hot, tight hole.
I feel her waking up to the pleasure that’s building, her body moving with mine, her breathing becoming ragged and her hands pressing into the sheets for purchase.
I can barely hold on a second more but I need to hear her come, I need her come to coat my cock.
And then she’s gasping and clenching around me as I feel her climax wash over her, making her shudder and pulse around my cock and that feeling is everything I’ve ever dreamt of and more.
I come undone by the sensations wracking my body from her pleasure, my pleasure, emotions I don’t care to indulge in but they’re infiltrating my blood stream anyways.
My heart expands and breaks at the same time that she does not know it’s me but I push them aside as best as I can to hold her to my chest and thank the god above that he allowed this to finally happen.
“Mack,” she whispers beside me.
“Baby,” I reply, remembering the nickname Mack had used earlier.
“That was perfect,” she whispers, drowsy from her orgasm.
“Our secret,” I murmur back. I stay still, holding her, nuzzling into her hair and neck, breathing her in, savouring every last second I am with her.
I know I can’t stay, in the daylight it’s glaringly obvious I am not Mack.
I need her to stay sleepy so I lay quietly, absorbing every second I’m with her, inside of her.
Breathing in her sweet vanilla and coconut scent from her hair and aware of every single place my body is connected and touching hers, I commit every detail to memory.
When I feel her body relax back into me, heavy and peaceful, I regretfully slide out of her pussy and am followed with our joint desire spilling out onto the bed.
I want to clean her up and take care of her but the longer I stay, the closer she is to discovering I am not Mack, and I can’t risk that.
Not now I’ve had a taste of her, not now my obsession has just turned into addiction.
I need more of her, this is only the beginning.
I carefully edge myself back off the bed.
I pick up my clothes and turn to take one more look at my perfect sleeping beauty.
My chest aches in a way I’ve never felt before.
I lift the sheets to cover her perfect body and then I force myself to put one foot in front of the other and leave her peacefully sleeping.
When I get to her kitchen, I pull my track pants on, pushing my sopping cock inside and then put my t-shirt on, mindful to keep my mask in place.
I push my feet back into my shoes, pick up the key I had made and silently open the door.
Heart racing, I step out into the bright lights of the corridor and gently let the door close behind me.
I test the handle and it doesn’t move, no one else can get in here tonight without a key.
I pull off the mask, run my hands through my hair and smile.
I just had my woman. She’s mine now, Mack, and there isn’t a fucking thing you can do about it.
I don’t wipe the smile off my face as I take the stairs two at a time, nor while I take a shower reminiscing the entire event over and over in my mind until finally, in the small hours of the morning, sleep claims me.