Page 99 of Foul Territory

I grab my clothes in one hand and my mask concoction in the other and go back to his room. I knock on the door before peeking my head inside the room. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?” I ask, closing the door behind me.

“What? I got started without you,” he says, innocently. “Sorry. I only read a few pages.”

“When did you start wearing glasses?” He can’t be that naive. He has to know that sitting in his bed shirtless—the blue robe is easy to ignore—with an open book in his lap and wearing wire frame reading glasses is a fantasy.My fantasy.

“Last year. They’re just for reading.”

“They look good on you.” I exchange my clothes for the book I brought for myself and join him on the bed. “Unfortunately you’re going to have to take them off so I can do your mask,” I say, sitting on my knees.

“Do you really like them? I only wear them at home. I’m kind of self conscious about them.”

A small laugh escapes me. Maybe he doesn’t get how hot he looks wearing them. “I more than like them,” I say, inching closer to him. “You look very sexy in them.” I lift my left leg and position myself so I’m straddling over him.

He glides his hands up my thighs and keeps going until he’s able to latch onto my ass. He yanks me closer and urges me to sit down on his lap.

“Thank you, baby.” He tilts his chin and gives me a quick kiss.

“Are you ready for your facial?” I ask, removing his glasses. “Don’t worry. We'll put you back on later,” I say to the glasses, as I reach over to the table and put them down for safe keeping.

“You’re cute,” he says, kissing my neck this time.

“This might be a little cold.” I dip two fingers into the muddy olive green mixture and pick up a nice glob of it. “You need to stay still,” I scold. “I don’t want to get this in youreyes.”

“I’m doing the best I can but it’s difficult when you’re sitting on my lap like this.” His dick twitches beneath me and I have to squeeze my thighs to stop myself from grinding down on him.

“You need to be a good boy and try.”

He grabs my wrist before I have a chance to spread anything on his face. Forcing my fingers back into the jar, he scrapes them against the side of the glass, removing most of the mixture from my fingers. Then he places the jar on the table next to his reading glasses.

“How about I’ll be a good boy and sit still while you show me how pretty you look when you rub yourself on my cock and make yourself come. Do you think you can do that?”

“Do you think you can actually stay still while I’m using you as my personal scratching post?”

Grinning, he nods and relaxes into the headboard. I roll my hips, dragging my clit across his large cock. He curses and his hands pull at my sides.

Every move I make is eliciting even more pleasure out of me. I throw my head back and moan when his dick gets even harder as I drag myself down the length of him.

“Look at you. Taking what’s yours like the queen you are. Fucking gorgeous.” He slides a hand under my pajama top, slowly traveling up my torso until he reaches my breasts. His fingers toy with my nipple, making me whimper.

“Are you going to come for me?” He pinches my nipple and kneads my breast in his palm. He’s failing miserably at stayingstill but I’m not going to complain. I love the way his rough hands feel rubbing against my skin.

“Yes,” I say, gritting my teeth. I’m so close. It’s right there.

“That’s it, baby. Let me see you. God, I’ve missed touching you like this.” The raw honesty in his eyes pushes me over the edge, igniting my climax. His lips meet mine and he kisses me like it’s a vow.

This feels like a new beginning and a promise of what’s waiting for us in the future. I know now I never stopped loving Koa because it’s what I was made to do. Loving him is a part of my DNA. It’s sewn into the fabric of my being.

“Thank you for giving me that.”

“I think I should be the one thanking you,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck. He’s still hard beneath me and I want to ask or offer something in return but the smile on his face makes me think he’s already satisfied by receiving something his own orgasm can’t provide.

“No, that was definitely a treat for me.” He leans toward the table and picks up the glass jar. “I promise I’ll be still this time,” he says, closing his eyes.

Carefully I apply the mask, avoiding his mouth and eyes. He does a decent job staying still. Only flinching from time to time when the cool mixture hits his skin.

“You’re all done. Don’t smile or it will crack. You can do me now.” In a flash he flips me onto my back.

“Gladly.” He positions himself between my legs. He delicately paints my face with the green gook. His fingers tracethe contours of my cheeks and chin, handling every inch of me with care.