Page 94 of Bonfire and Bliss Bookstore

“Both!” she screams. “I want to be both.”

Penny admitted the other day that she wanted to suck me off, and that had been my original plan for tonight. I wanted her on her knees for me, the mask hiding my identity. But the overwhelming desire to watch her fall apart again has me changing tactics. I reach around her hips and swipe two fingers through her drenched sex.

“Oh, Penelope,” I groan, “you are positively begging for it.”

I wrap my other hand around her throat and tilt her head back so I can watch her face as I play with her perfect cunt. I roll her clit between my fingers, and she whines until I thrust two deep inside her. Every time I feel her getting close, I pull my fingers out and play with her clit, keeping her right on the edge of pleasure.

“Please, Monty, please,” she chants as tears stream down her cheeks.

“You’re so pretty like this.” I want to lick the tears from her cheeks. Want to sink deep inside her and give her exactly what she needs. Still, I keep teasing her. Because, fuck, I never want this to end.

“Tell me, Xuxuzinho, how do you want to come?”

Penny reaches back and grabs me around the neck, holding me close to her. “On your cock,” she rasps out.

My heart pounds but I somehow manage to maintain some semblance of control. “Good answer.”

I unbuckle my pants and grab a condom before sliding it over my thick shaft, knowing she’ll be wet enough for what I’m about to do. Then my hand returns to her throat and I squeeze my fingers tight enough to make her a little dizzy but not so tight that she’ll be unable to breathe.

“Then take my cock like a good girl and come all over it like the dirty whore we both want you to be.”

I kick her legs apart and she squeals as I thrust inside her, one hand holding her hip, keeping her upright, the other still around her neck.

With my fingers wrapped around her, I can feel every beat of her heart, the rapid pulse an unsteady cadence that I mimic with my thrusts.

It’s rough and loud, the sound of her wet cunt drowning out even my heavy breathing with the modulator.

I ache to rip it off and kiss her, but I won’t ruin the fantasy. So instead, I fuck Penny hard, all the while telling her how dirty she is for squeezing her masked man’s cock with her tight pussy. How she’s got the best ass. How I’m going to fill it with my cum one day.

Penny screams as she comes, clawing at the glass in front of her. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to stave off my orgasm, not ready for this to end. But Penny’s pussy cuffs me so good, and squeezes me so tight, that I have no choice but to spill inside her.

Christ, I wish there was nothing between us in this moment. No mask. No condom. No fucking fake relationship title.

I hold her to my chest, allowing her to settle against me, and even as my cock softens inside her, I can’t get myself to release her.

It could be minutes before she speaks, but I wouldn’t know because I’m too lost in the perfection of it all.

“That was”—Penny breathes out—“amazing.”

I can’t handle this barrier between us anymore. So without a second’s thought, I pull the mask off my head, spin her around, and take her lips before she has a second to register what’s happening.

Penny settles against me, moaning into my mouth, the little sounds she’s making the same as when she indulges in one of her sweet desserts.

Devouring every single part of her, my hands squeeze her ass and mold her to me, loving the feel of her soft body in my arms.

The sound of a car door slamming outside is the only thing that pulls me out of this dream. I drag her farther into the store, hiding us both.

“Shit,” she breathes out on a laugh. “That was close.”

I smile down at her. She’s so pretty, her messy hair clinging to her face, which is damp with sweat. Her lips swollen from our kisses. Her golden eyes alight with excitement.

“I should go.”

She nibbles on her lip and then nods, motioning to the window where I can still make out the shape of her handprints.

“Yeah, I should probably clean up.”

I shake my head as I pull her in for one more kiss. When I draw back, I summon my earlier authority. “Don’t touch the fingerprints. Every time I pass your store this week, I want to remember exactly how I took you with my hand on your throat and your pussy like a vise around my cock.”