Page 36 of The Masks We Wear (Satan’s Angels #1)

He growls, pushing two fingers inside of me abruptly and using his thumb to stimulate my clit.

I moan at the sensation, at the feeling of being filled but I greedily want more.

I want to be so full of him that I can’t think.

I don’t just want his fingers; I want his cock.

I want all of him. “You’ve gotten so good at begging, Baby.

” He praises as he picks up his pace. I don’t know if it’s my desperation or how utterly turned on I am by him right now, but within seconds, I feel an orgasm building up.

I cry out as my walls clench around his fingers once my orgasm finally finds me.

He withdraws his fingers and starts rustling around in his pants pocket for something while I catch my breath.

My sex feels warm where his fingers just were but it wasn’t enough for me.

I already want more of him, crave more of him with everything I am.

I open my eyes to beg for more but clamp my jaw shut when I find him opening a condom he removed from his wallet and sliding it onto his thick base.

My eyes widen and my mouth forms a small o shape when I take in his size.

He removed himself from his boxers while I was still coming down from cloud nine and while I’ve touched him through his pants before, I’ve never seen him with my own eyes.

I must admit, I knew he was big, but seeing him in person is an entirely new level of big.

He takes in the surprised expression on my face and grins, “What’s wrong?”

“You’re fucking huge. I don’t think the whole thing will fit in me,” I admit, still wide eyed with shock.

His length is impressive and thick with veins that run under his crown to his base.

I’ve never seen such a big cock before and my mouth salivates at the sight of Harvey in his full glory.

The man is built like a God in every way, from his defined abs and muscles to the rigid length aimed directly towards me.

He strokes himself through the condom, “What’s the matter, Little Rockstar? Scared of putting your money where your mouth is?” he teases.

I respond by wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer to me. I reach between us and start stroking him, rubbing my clit with his tip. His cock twitches in my grip and I smirk back, “Shut up and fuck me already,” I demand sassily as I squeeze his shaft gently to emphasize my point.

He goes feral, gripping my wrist and removing my hand from his length.

He grabs my other wrist in the same hand and pins my arms above my head, leaving me completely vulnerable.

He uses his other hand to slide his cock through my folds, lubricating the condom with my arousal.

“You’re being a little bratty. What happened to the good girl that begged me to fuck her a few minutes ago? ”

“She’s impatient and needs you to hurry up before she ditches you completely in favor of her vibrator,” I push him with a wicked tone, my brows pull together in the middle and my eyes darken.

He leans in close to my lips and kisses me hungrily, biting my bottom lip hard enough that I taste the metallic tang of blood.

He pulls away and our eyes open, but he still bites my bottom lip as he pulls away.

Once he finally releases it, I spot a drop of my blood on his lips and my clit throbs when he licks it off and grins.

“You’re such a brat. I’m gonna have to fuck that attitude out of you, I guess,” he threatens and just when I’m about to argue with him, to push him harder, he silences me before I’ve even spoken by pushing inside my entrance with his thick, rock-solid length.

My chin tilts up and I moan loudly as my back arches in response.

His cock stretches me and fills me up and the feeling is so otherworldly, I’ve never experienced anything like it.

I’ve never been this full before. He releases my wrists and grabs my throat in a gentle grip, but a grip that is dominant and territorial, nonetheless.

He leans in close, “That’s only half, Baby. Think you can handle the rest?”

“Only half?” my eyes widen in surprise.

He raises a brow and I tighten my legs around his waist, drawing him in closer, urging him on. My arms wrap around his neck, my fingers threading through his perfectly groomed hair. “Do you want more?” he asks, his tone curious.

I roll my hips in question and pull him even closer with my legs. “Yes, I want all of you,” I say breathily.

He slowly pushes further inside of me and when I cry out, he slows, “Is it too much?”

“No. Give me more. Please,” I beg.

“Stop me if it’s too much,” he demands as he slowly sinks himself to the hilt in one thrust. It feels like I’m being torn apart from the inside and I gasp at the intrusion.

I know immediately that there’s no going back now.

Harvey Taylor has already staked his claim over me in every way that counts and he has undoubtedly just ruined me for every other man.

He squeezes my throat only slightly, “You okay, Baby?” I nod.

He kisses my jaw, “I need you to breathe, you’re holding your breath. ”

I didn’t even realize that’s what I’d been doing. I take a deep breath as he slowly pulls out only to push back inside me. “Does it feel okay?” he asks, concern lacing his tone.

I nod, “It feels so fucking good,” I moan.

Satisfied with my response, he finds a rhythm of thrusting in and out of me, his cock stretching me with every beautiful slapping sound of his skin on mine.

My fingernails dig into the skin of his back and he looks down at me with his onyx eyes.

They don’t look so dark to me anymore. His hand on my throat tightens only slightly and I cry out in pure ecstasy.

The feeling of him claiming me in his grip, in such a primal way while he fucks and stretches me has me slickening even more, my arousal dripping from my entrance.

He growls, “You still feel like being a brat?”

“Only if it gets you to keep fucking me like this,” I moan.

He snorts a laugh as he continues to pound into me. He uses his free hand to rub my clit while he fucks me and I feel my legs start to shake at the sensation. Within moments, he’s wrung another orgasm from me and I tighten around him. He groans, “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

When the high of my orgasm fades, he pulls out and flips me onto my stomach.

The sudden change in position catches me so off guard that I don’t say anything and I don’t make any noises at all.

At least until he lifts my hips and props me on my knees, pressing my upper back down into the couch so my back is arched and my sex is on display for him.

He thrusts back into me in one push and moans as my walls tighten around him.

A cry tears from my chest at the intrusion and the overall sensation of him filling me up once more.

He finds a rhythm and reaches up, grabbing a fistfull of my hair in his fist. He pulls my head back by my hair and I moan at how rough he is. I love every second of it. He leans in close and growls in my ear, “Do you like getting fucked like a whore, Little Rockstar?”

I moan, “Yes!” as he pounds harder.

“Tell me how much. Tell me who this pussy belongs to,” he demands, his voice primal.

“I love it,” I admit breathily. “My pussy belongs to you!” my voice cracks on the last word as he thrusts into me so deep, my head starts to spin.

He pulls my head back further so that I stand on my knees with his arms locked around my torso. He holds my forehead so that the back of my head rests against his chest as he drives into me. “Such a good girl.”

His praise does something to me that his thrusts can’t.

I feel another orgasm building and sensing it, he pushes inside me deeper, his hand coming between us to stroke my clit.

My body starts convulsing around him and my legs shake, suddenly unable to support my weight.

I fall forward but he catches me and continues pounding into me as I tighten around him and cry out with the effects of my orgasm.

He changes our position a third time while still inside of me, by sitting on the couch and pulling me into his lap so that my legs straddle him on each side.

One of his large hands finds my ass cheek, squeezing and slapping the flesh until it stings, while the other wraps around my throat.

He yanks my mouth towards his and kisses me roughly.

I kiss him back with the same passion and start to grind my hips against his while he starts pounding into me from below.

“Ride me,” he commands as he slaps my ass cheek.

He rubs the sting away as I obey him, my hips working him as I move up and down.

Sweat starts to form on both of our skin, my hair sticking in wet strands to my shoulders, chest, and back as his own sticks to his forehead.

His cock gets deeper than ever in this position and I moan as my walls stretch for him with every thrust. “Oh God, Harvey!” I cry out as he starts to stroke my clit again.

I don’t think I can physically handle another orgasm.

He breathes, “Fuck, I love the way my name sounds coming from your mouth while I fuck you,” he gets a wave of primal energy or something close to it as he completely surprises me by rising off the couch with my legs around his waist and his cock still deep inside me.

He lowers me to my back on the coffee table and pins my legs down by the backs of my knees, driving so deep inside of me, I start to see stars.

I feel another orgasm building as the familiar feeling of warmth spreads from that small bundle of nerves like fire igniting in my veins.

It spreads throughout my whole body. “Are you gonna come again, Little Rockstar?”

“Yes,” I yelp.

He presses his thumb against my clit as he continues his rhythm.

“Good girl, come on my cock again,” he demands and almost as if on command, my orgasm rips right through my chest with a loud cry.

I start spasming beneath him and he stills, his orgasm finding him as he spills himself inside the condom while still fully sheathed by my walls.

He slowly releases the backs of my thighs once his orgasm fades but my body is still a mess of convulsions, the aftershocks of the orgasm pure bliss.

He slowly slides out of me and wraps me in his arms, lifting me off the coffee table and into his lap as he seats himself on the couch.

He presses my face to his chest and I hear the rapid beat of his heart, his usual intoxicating scent of espresso and pine mixing with the heat of sex.

He strokes my hair as he catches his breath, “Are you still feeling bratty?”

I snort a laugh as I try to steady my breathing. “No,” I take a deep breath and close my eyes, exhaustion creeping in on me. I use his chest as a pillow as I mutter, “But I might in a few minutes.”

He laughs into my hair and as I slowly start to drift off into sleep, he whispers, “Good, because I’m just getting started with you, Little Rockstar.”