He knows

MIRELLE

The room was completely black. I could not see anything, not even my own hands. My heart was beating so hard I thought it might break out of my chest. I stood by the bed wearing Anya’s black lace mask, my body shaking with fear and a wild, hungry need. Callan’s breathing was heavy and rough. He still thought I was her.

“Anya…” he whispered into the dark. His voice was low and full of heat. “Is that really you? Come here. I need you so bad.”

I did not speak. If I said one word he would know it was me. I just stepped closer until my knees touched the soft edge of the mattress. His hand reached out blindly and found my waist. His fingers gripped me tight, pulling me down onto the bed with him. The second my body pressed against his, a hot shiver ran all through me.

“God, Anya, you feel so good,” he groaned. His hands moved up under my dress, sliding over my bare thighs. “I missed this. I missed your soft skin. Take this dress off. I want to feel all of you.”

My fingers trembled as I pulled the navy dress over my head and dropped it on the floor. I was left in only my thin underwear. Callan’s hands found my breasts right away, squeezing them hard through the fabric. His thumbs rubbed over my nipples until they got stiff and sensitive.

“Fuck, your tits feel perfect,” he said, his voice thick and dirty. “I want to suck them. Come closer.”

I leaned over him. His mouth found one nipple and he sucked it hard through the cloth, making me gasp out loud. The wet heat of his tongue sent sparks straight down between my legs. I was already so wet it was embarrassing. My panties were soaked.

“Anya, suck me,” he ordered, his voice rough with need. “Put that pretty mouth on my cock. I need it right now.”

I climbed down his body carefully. My hands found the zipper of his pants and pulled it open. His cock sprang free, thick and hard and already leaking. I wrapped my fingers around it and felt how hot and heavy it was. He groaned deep in his throat when I stroked him slowly from base to tip.

“Yes… just like that,” he panted. “Now put it in your mouth. Suck me deep. Make me feel how much you want it.”

I leaned down and took the head of his cock between my lips. The taste of him was salty and strong. I licked around the tip, then slowly pushed more of him into my mouth. He was so big my jaws stretched wide. I bobbed my head up and down, sucking hard, using my tongue to swirl around the underside.

“Fuck, Anya… your mouth is so wet and tight,” he growled, his hips lifting off the bed. One of his hands landed on the back of my head, not pushing, just holding me there. “Take more. Swallow me deeper. I want to feel the back of your throat.”

I did as he said. Tears stung my eyes under the mask as I forced him farther in until my nose almost touched his stomach. I choked a little, saliva running down my chin, but I kept sucking, hollowing my cheeks and working him with my hand at the same time. The wet sounds of my mouth on his cock filled the dark room. My own pussy was throbbing so hard I could barely think.

“That’s it… suck that cock,” he moaned. “You’re such a good girl for me. Look how hard you make me. I’m going to cum down your throat if you keep going like this.”

I pulled off with a wet pop, gasping for air. “Not yet,” I whispered, forgetting for one second that I wasn’t supposed to speak. My voice was soft and shaky. He didn’t seem to notice. He was too far gone in the fever and the need.

I climbed up his body again and straddled his hips. My soaked panties were still on, so I pulled them to the side. The thick head of his cock pressed against my entrance. I was dripping wet, but he was huge. I lowered myself slowly, feeling him stretch me open inch by inch.

“Shit… you’re so tight,” he hissed, his hands flying to my hips. “Anya, fuck, your pussy is gripping me so hard. Take all of me. Sit on my cock.”

I sank down until he was buried all the way inside me. The feeling was so full and deep it made my eyes roll back. I started moving, rising up and dropping back down, riding him in the dark. Every time I took him deep, a soft moan slipped out of my mouth.

“Yes… fuck me,” he growled. “Ride my cock harder. Bounce on it. I want to feel that tight little pussy milking me.”

I planted my hands on his chest and rode him faster. The wet slap of our bodies filled the room. His hands squeezed my ass, guiding me, pulling me down harder onto him. Every thrust hit a spot deep inside that made my whole body shake.

“You’re so wet for me,” he said, his voice full of dirty pleasure. “I can feel your juices running down my balls. Tell me how much you love my cock inside you.”

“I love it,” I whispered, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. “I love how thick you are. You fill me up so good.”

“That’s right. This pussy belongs to me tonight,” he groaned. He suddenly flipped us over so I was on my back and he was on top. He drove into me hard and deep, the bed creaking under us. “Take every inch. I’m going to fuck you until you cum all over my cock.”

His thrusts got faster and rougher. One of his hands slid between us and found my clit, rubbing circles while he pounded into me. The pleasure built so fast it scared me. My legs wrapped around his waist and I clung to his shoulders.

“I’m close,” I cried out. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop…”

“Cum for me,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding. “Cum on my cock right now. Let me feel that tight pussy squeeze me.”

The orgasm hit me like a wave. My whole body locked up and I came hard, my walls pulsing around him as I moaned his name into the dark. A second later he buried himself deep and groaned loudly.

“Fuck… I’m cumming… take it all,” he growled. Hot spurts of his cum flooded inside me, filling me up until I could feel it leaking out around his cock.

He collapsed on top of me, both of us breathing hard. His weight was warm and heavy. For a few long minutes we just stayed like that, sweaty and quiet in the black room. My heart was still racing, full of love and guilt and a deep, aching sadness.

I waited until his breathing slowed and he seemed to fall into a deeper sleep. Carefully I slipped out from under him. My body felt sore and used in the best way, but tears were already sliding down my cheeks under the mask. I found my dress on the floor and pulled it back on. The silver bracelet my mother gave me felt cold against my wrist.

Before dawn light could come through the windows, I walked quietly to the door. My hand closed around the brass knob. I turned it slowly and pulled the door open just a crack.

Behind me, Callan’s voice suddenly cut through the dark, clear and sharp, no longer feverish.

“Mirelle.”