He pinched my other hardened bud before rolling his fingers down my stomach, tickling my pussy with only two long digits.

“Were you dreaming of me the night you pleasured yourself?” he asked and the question threw me.

My eyes opened wide, his admittance of invading my private space enthralling. He was a stalker, an admitted killer, but the excitement tearing through me was increasing exponentially.

“You were there. You’ve been stalking me.”

“Have I?” He laughed softly and drove four fingers deep inside my pussy. “Didn’t you call that protecting you?”

“Against what? You?”

He laughed and the sound echoed in my eardrums, igniting even more electric vibrations.

I was still so tight, the thrust of his hand slightly shocking. My pussy muscles were forced to stretch as he flexed his fingers open. But he only pumped a few times before removing them.

“Open that naughty mouth of yours, Wild Kitty,” he commanded.

I licked my lips, but did as I was told. When he rammed his fingers inside, I was thrown by how sweet I tasted.

“That’s it. Suck me, Wild Kitty. I could tell you were wishing I was in bed with you, touching you. Kissing you. Making you feel so good.”

I wrapped one hand around his wrist, swirling my tongue back and forth as I licked his fingers clean.

“Yes, you like when games are played. I can see right through your conservative façade, my sweet. And don’t worry. There will be more to come, but when you least expect it. Nothing will ever be the same again. Don’t close your eyes or the boogeyman might come.”

Why did his words thrill me so much? When he removed his fingers, I whimpered softly from the loss.

Zach took another deep breath and fisted my hair roughly, pulling my body down until my back was only inches from the surface of his desk. He held me there in limbo as he pushed my legs apart, yanking my butt to the edge.

I was held in place as he unfastened his trousers, his chest rising and falling from the same level of excitement I felt.

His eyes were more hooded than before, and I almost begged him to wear a mask, but I wanted to see his expression. I longed to feel everything he did, being completely open with one another. The thought was silly, a strange part of a dark fantasy that had gripped my every dream for days.

Weeks.

Months.

Only before, the mask had never been lifted because I’d been positive no one could fulfill my needs. I’d been wrong. So very wrong.

He lifted his head as he’d done before, but there was something entirely different about his expression. As he plunged his cock inside, I instantly threw my hands back, gasping for air from the intensity of the pressure.

“My tight Wild Kitty.” His murmurs were deep and husky, the sound reverberating in my ears.

I spread my legs even wider, my mind driven to the dark fantasies created from reading romance books that should be banned, burning desires that had pulled me to my collection of vibrators. But nothing had been as incredible as the way he was fucking me.