Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
I hate that I’m wearing a mask right now. I hate that I can’t lay her down properly and rip her clothes off like I want to.
Instead, I press the heel of my hand to her clit and drag my finger through her wetness. She grips onto my shoulders, spreading her legs slightly to give me more room to play. And play I do. I grip her waist with my other hand, tugging her closer in one tight yank.
“Mine,” I growl, no longer recognizing myself.
I push my middle finger deep inside her, hooking it when she moans out. Yes. I lean closer, pressing my hardness raging to break free behind my jeans against her hot center.
Her hands run down my shoulders, across my chest, and then she rubs along the ridge of my jeans where my cock is begging.
“Oh fuck,” I whisper and it comes out so robotic that I hate it.
I finger her as she runs her palm against my dick. And then she does something unexpected. She undoes my jeans and I nearly hyperventilate at the feel of her warm skin against my cock.
“Take it out,” I tell her, and she fucking obeys. This is madness.
I keep playing with her, fucking her with my fingers as she gets wetter and wetter. I’d do anything to fuck her right here against Render’s car. That’s how horny I am. Forget decorum. Fuck everything.
I press against her clit, wishing I could get my mouth on her. Wishing I could suck her clit between my teeth. She strokes my cock with one hand and reaches her other hand out. She places her fingers at the edge of my mask, like she wants to take it off.
I tilt my head, and then shake very slowly like the Ghostface is known for doing in the Scream movies.
She laughs lightly. “You’re no fun.”
I stop my movements with my hand, and she mewls. “Want me to stop?”
She shakes her head violently from side to side. “No, please. Make me forget.”
“Then keep stroking my dick and I’ll fuck your little pussy with my fingers, and you can imagine it’s my thick cock fucking you instead.”
Her eyes widen, and I silently curse myself. I would never speak to Juno this way without this mask. However, not only does she like my dirty talk, she fucking loves it. And I’m here for all of it.
She keeps moaning as I play with her pussy. Her fingers wrap around my cock as she tugs gently, and then she does something that surprises me again. She spits into the palm of her hand, and when she touches me, I nearly buck out of control. She focuses on the head of my cock, letting her pinky swipe along the slit on the head.
“Fuck me,” I whisper, closing my eyes.
We’re right here in a parking lot where anyone could be watching. Anyone could drive by and catch us. Sure, it’s late and there’s not a soul around, but still. We could easily move this up into her apartment, but where’s the excitement in that?
I keep toying with her, making her mewl and cry out obscenities and other crude words that make me smile. “You begged for this, so fucking ride my hand.”
“I’m so close,” she says in a breathy, throaty whisper. “Ah, so close.” Her words turn unintelligible, but I swear I hear her whisper a single word. No, not a word… a name. My name. Arrow.
The sound of her makes my body turn to molten lava, and my own orgasm is barreling straight toward me.
“Yes, come all over my hand.”
She closes her eyes, leaning her head along the back of the car hood as she keeps stroking my cock. I’m tempted to stop everything and start fucking her right here and now, but I know she’s close. So, I chase her orgasm, searching for it, hooking my finger deep inside her to reach the spot that makes her scream.
And when she does the sound is music to my ears. It’s glorious, and even more than I ever could have imagined. Her tight cunt clamps down around my fingers, and her juices flood my palm. Tremors wrack her body, and just experiencing her orgasm like this makes my own orgasm slam through me all at once. My release covers her hand, and we’re both breathing in tandem as our pleasure exposes us both fully.
“Juno,” I say on a groan as my heart slams around my ribcage.
Her eyes open slowly, a small smile gracing her features. “Wow,” she whispers. “I really needed that.”
“Me too.”
Thankfully Render has tissues in his car, and we clean up in silence. It’s not an awkward silence, it never is with her. Once we’re done, I walk her to her front door.
“Standing order, you get some sleep,” I say, tone gentler than the vocoder makes it. “Tomorrow we start pulling on Valentino’s thread until his whole suit comes apart.”