Page 9 of The Devil After Dark

I bit my own lip as my eyes pleaded with him.

My body moved uncontrollably as I tried to hold myself at the edge.

His fingers kept going and I was not going to be able to hold back.

I needed it so badly I was going to cry.

Why couldn’t I just let go? It was like I needed to please him too.

Like I needed to show him I could do exactly what he wanted me to do.

I held my breath like I was holding my orgasm.

I whimpered again and bit my lip as I tried to hold out.

“Gods you’re gorgeous. And such a good girl,” the masked man groaned.

I was going to cum whether he wanted me to or not.

I couldn’t stop it. I was trying to stop it.

“Cum right now. Cum for me.” A relieved cry spilled from between my lips as my climax washed through me and my inner muscles pulsed desperate for something to squeeze.

My entire body writhed uncontrollably and his arms held me tightly.

The sounds I made were completely involuntary as his fingers expertly drew out my orgasm with his touch.

“Yes, baby, just like that,” he whispered against my ear and his praise sent another orgasm tearing through me.

I was panting as my orgasms left me. His hold on my jaw loosened to just cradling me and his hand slid up from between my legs to cradle my body.

Apparently all of the orgasms I ever had before this were pitiful.

My entire body was still tingling and aching and wholly satisfied while begging me for more at the same time.

I needed more. I needed a dick in my mouth, I needed him inside me, I needed?—

“Do you want more?” he breathed against my neck. My entire body shuddered. Yes, sir, I wanted more. I needed something inside of me. I needed to cum again.

“I … I, yes, no, I shouldn’t,” I stammered. Thank you logical brain for showing up again and reminding me that this was a complete stranger who had broken into my house. Maybe I could have more? Maybe I could have more and I just wouldn’t tell anyone. I could keep this secret.

“Mmm,” he groaned and nuzzled against me before raising his masked mouth to my ear. “Let me fuck you. Let me fuck you until you cum on my cock.”

I only gasped in response. I was so unbelievably turned on. My pussy was still pulsing from the orgasms he had given me, like she was begging for more.

“Let me really satisfy you. Let me fuck you,” he repeated.

“Yeah,” I gasped. I could definitely keep this secret and enjoy every single bit of this.

“Is that a yes?” he asked gently and his fingers rolled the tip of my nipple between them.

“Mhmm, yes,” I whimpered. I could not believe myself. What was I doing? But I did not want him to stop.

His hands gently unhooked my legs from his and he lifted me off him.

“On your knees, face down, baby,” he coaxed.

I complied immediately. If this man’s sex was anything like the way he had just stroked a climax out of me by playing with my clit, I was about to have the best sex of my life.

Then I might be murdered, so fuck it. Fuck me.

His hands spread my ass as he knelt behind me.

I could hear his breathing get heavier as his hands squeezed my ass cheeks.

Then I felt hot breath against my pussy and his tongue slid over me.

“You are perfect in every way, baby,” he groaned and squeezed my ass again.

His tongue licked and his mouth sucked on me again, drawing out another whimpering moan from my lips as I gave into the feeling.

The bed rocked slightly as he moved again and his knees pushed mine further apart.

I twisted my shoulders and neck so I could look back at him and saw him adjust his mask back into place, covering his face.

His gloved hands rubbed over my hips and I heard him undo a belt and unzip his pants.

The broad tip of his rock hard cock was rubbing my entrance a moment later.

Then he slowly started pressing it into me.

“No, stop, please,” I blurted out. I was not about to let some masked man who broke into my house fuck me.

There were people out here trying to maybe murder me and I was about to let a masked stranger fuck me?

I was not that delusional. “Please, I am so sorry,” I nearly sobbed.

Would he actually stop? Would he force me? Would he kill me now?

He stopped. He actually stopped. Then he pulled his cock back from me, his hands still gently on my hips. “I’m so sorry,” I whimpered and I scrambled away from him, pulling my sheets up to try and cover myself. I kept my head lowered. I was too scared to look at him.

The bed moved as he climbed closer to me.

His arms wrapped around me and he pulled me against him in a cradling embrace.

“No, baby. You were such a good girl. Do not apologize.” I slowly lifted my head to look up at his masked face.

I’m sorry … did he just tell me it was okay and to not apologize?

What was happening? His gloved hand pushed my hair back from my face and cupped my cheek.

“Goodnight,” he whispered.

“Goodnight?” I whispered back. That was it? He would stop that easily?

“I’ll see you soon,” he said as his thumb ran along my lower lip.

Then he pulled back from me and climbed off my bed.

I watched him walk to my door where he stopped and looked over his shoulder.

“No more pajamas, Liana. I know you’d rather sleep naked.

” Then he exited my room and I heard my front door close a few moments later.

Oh my gods. I buried my face in my pillow. He said he would see me soon. I was utterly relieved and completely desperate for more. What just happened? What had I just done?