“Fuck!” I cried out. “Michael!”

My loud moans echoed in the great foyer, and my clit throbbed and my pussy tightened around him, trying to keep him there. He pounded into me, and I tightened my arms around his neck again, riding it out.

My head felt like it was drifting in a cloud, and I went limp, letting my forehead fall to his shoulder as the orgasm racked through my body.

“Such a beautiful little monster,” he whispered, his chest heaving.

He reached around, grabbing the chin of his mask and ripped it off, letting it fall to the floor. His thrusts slowed and his arms tightened around my body that had now become dead weight.

I blinked my exhausted eyes, looking up at him and seeing the hunger still in his.

He slowly let me down, letting my feet come back to the floor as he peeled off his sweatshirt and dropped it to the floor.

His hair was matted with sweat, and he ran his hand through it, making it stick up, looking sexy. His broad chest shined with a light layer of sweat, and I let my eyes fall, seeing his cock still hard and sticking straight up at me.

“You didn’t come,” I said quietly.

The corner of his lips curled, looking threatening. “We are far from done.”

Present

I SCREWED UP.

I wanted her, and I wanted her to myself tonight. It was done, and it couldn’t be undone, so fuck it. I was going to enjoy this.

I slid my hands down over her ass and squeezed, bringing her body into mine.

Her soft tits pressed against my chest, and I felt the brush of her hard nipples against my skin.

Goddamn, she had a beautiful body.

Smooth, toned skin, still tan from her time on the beach this summer, and her breasts were full and round, sticking straight out at me like they were begging for a little attention.

I leaned down, running the tip of my tongue up the length of her scar, feeling the jagged, thin line curve upward and give way to the smooth skin under her ear.

It never escaped my attention how she hid it around my brother, as if it made her less beautiful.

No. Our scrapes and bruises, tattoos, scars, smiles, and wrinkles told our stories, and I didn’t want a pristine piece of wallpaper. I wanted her and everything she was. At least for tonight.

She finally leaned her head back, relaxing and letting me do whatever I wanted.

A shiver ran down my spine. It had been so hard not to come before.

She’d had me jacked up too much for too long, and I’d nearly lost control. I hadn’t really planned this, after all.

At least not beyond scaring the shit out of her and antagonizing her with the mask.

But when I’d held her, she’d tightened her thighs around my waist, the fear in her eyes turning to lust, and I was knocked on my ass.

She was going for it, and I couldn’t believe it. I’d never met anyone like her. She rose to every challenge.

Pulling back, she eyed me warily. “You’re not going to dump me outside now, are you?”

I nearly snorted. “Don’t you trust me?”

“Have you ever given me reason to?” she challenged in a suddenly serious tone. “I know you’ve always got something up your sleeve.”

I narrowed my eyes on her, amused. Sure, I had things up my sleeve. Ideas.

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