Page 39 of He Who Sleeps

“I know you want to see me...but I want you begging for it. Will you beg for my face...or the orgasm I wonder...”

“Please...” she moaned, looking at him. “The orgasm is hollow without the connection. I need you...please...” she sobbed. “I’m yours, but I want you... You, my Goblin...”

“Fuck,” he said and took her harder. “Me? Me?”

“You... Oh fuck...” she moaned as he backed off the orgasm once more. Panting, she smiled at him. “Please...more...”

“More? Of this?” He flexed his hips and she started to feel the pain in her hips and legs.

“Show me... Please... So I can come all over you.”

“So sure you are going to like what you see?”

“I like you, Goblin... My Goblin... My sexy fucking Goblin...”

“Not anymore,” he said and pulled his mask off, pinching her clit at the same time.

She shattered then, the orgasm twisting inside her as he stared her down with his beautiful golden eyes. She knew him, knew exactly who he was and she cried out, “Jack!” as the orgasm made spots flow into her vision.

And then his cock was gone, and her legs where free and he had his mouth between her thighs, torturing her with his tongue and teeth and she was shaking. Another orgasm ripped through her as he speared her with his tongue, groaning, and then she was on her stomach, Jack’s cock inside her again as he took her at a brutal pace.

Sheened with sweat, he gripped her hips, fingers pressing down, creating pressure that didn’t feel like it could come from where he was pressing her body. Her core fluttered and he shouted as she felt him shoot insider her, hot and thick, and gods it triggered another orgasm inside her, causing her to moan and...

“What...what happened?” she said. It felt like she blinked but she was not tied anymore, and he was between her thighs, still inside her but she was on her back now, and he had her thighs wrapped around his hips, playing his fingers just around her clit.

She watched as he pulled out and scooped the come that came with him, then rubbed it into her clit and pussy, a smirk on his face. “Waste not want not,” he said and looked at her. “Hey, beautiful.”

“Hi,” she said and licked her lips. “That was... Did I black out?”

He nodded. “Consider it a dress rehearsal...for future play dates.” He winked and swiped some of their mingled release on his tongue, and leaned in, kissing her. “God below...you are perfect.”

She grinned, the taste of herself and him together on her tongue. Who knew Jack was the kinda guy that liked snowballing?

“Speak for yourself. Yoga?”

He nodded. “We can get into just how bendy I actually am at another time.”

“And that Tantra... Jack...”

He put his finger to her lips, and she moved to get it into her mouth to suck on it. He groaned. “Oh, we will see about that soon enough, Pet. You got about fifteen minutes to clean up and get ready.” He leaned down and kissed her again. “Be a good girl.”