Unethical

Chapter 19

Chapter Nineteen

Maxim

I t’s the day before our session, which means...Well, it means I’m spoiling myself with another date Sarah doesn’t know she’s having. Has she begun to expect me by now? I saw her rubbing herself in the kitchen when I was watching through the window, and I can’t help but wonder if she was thinking about me.

Someone certainly filled her thoughts and distracted her from her meal. Someone filled her with such need that she had to throw everything aside to get herself off.

God, I hope it was me.

But even if it was, she’d never admit it.

I came with her that day, and I haven’t stopped thinking about her since. I’ve been eager to get my hands on her, but I had to wait for the day before our appointment. I want to give her some time to come to terms with what happened between her and her masked stranger. Tonight, I’ll make her question everything about herself.

Once nighttime comes and I’m certain she’s getting ready for bed, I sneak to her back door. That’s where I want to catch her this time. The first time, I bathed in her fear as much as her pleasure. The second time, I lived in her confused surprise. This time, I want her to be awake when I show up. I can’t wait for her to realize that tonight isn’t just about her. I’m going to get mine as well. I’ll finally feel what I’ve rabidly fantasized about for so long.

My hand isn’t enough anymore.

The door squeals as it slides along the track, and then my boots hit the mat covering the tile dining room floor. After I woke her up with my tongue, you’d think she’d have locked up or gotten cameras, but she hasn’t. Or none that I can see, at least. Maybe it’s because she subconsciously wants me to return.

I drop my mask in place and head for the stairs. I cushion every step as I try to keep the risers from squeaking beneath my weight. When I get to her room at the end of the hall, I wait outside, trying to steady my breathing. No isn’t an answer tonight. My cock aches for the one thing I can’t have.

Her.

I open the door, and she’s sitting up in bed. Her eyes rise to mine without the fear and shock I hope for. She was expecting me. She won’t admit it, but she was waiting for me.

Unfortunately for me, her phone sits in her outstretched hand. She’s pressed the numbers to call 9-1-1, and the phone is simply waiting for her to press the call button.

“Are you going to call them?” I ask.

Her finger hovers over the green button on the screen. “Depends.”

“On what?”

“What you plan on doing to me.”

I lean against the doorway and cross my legs. “I want you. All of you. If you don’t plan on giving it to me, go ahead and make that call.”

Her thumb quivers over the button before her shoulders drop. I kick off the wall and cross the room until I’m right in front of her. I put a hand around her throat, lift her, and push her against the wall. Her breath hitches, but she keeps a firm grip on the phone.

I expect her to hit the call button, but instead, her grip loosens and she lets the phone fall to the floor. Without exchanging words, I put my hand down her black shorts. She’s soaked. How long has she been waiting for me? Hoping for me to show up?

I rip down the fabric and let it fall, like her abandoned phone. Her cheeks flush as I strip her down to nothing but the cami she intended to sleep in. I unbutton and unzip my jeans, pulling my cock through the splayed fabric, then lift her leg as I push my body into her. My fingertips sear the backs of her thighs as I hold my cock against the pussy I pretty much dreamed of for the last month.

“Tell me to fuck you,” I growl. “Tell me you want the monster who breaks into your home and violates you to rip open your tight little pussy.”

“I won’t tell you that,” she whispers.

“You can’t tell me. Because if you come on my dick, that’s the ultimate sin, isn’t it?”

She nods, tears welling in the corners of her eyes. She’s going to hate herself afterward. I know that. But I know damn well she’s going to love it while I’m inside her. She can’t let herself want me. Not the masked version of me or the real one.

I draw back my hips, letting my cock slip down to her entrance. I thrust forward, pushing inside her. She screams as I selfishly bury myself to the hilt inside her. Her warm wetness tightens around me. Almost too tight. I can’t control the groan that rushes from my lips as she envelops all of me.

She’s so much better than my hand. Or the fruit. She’s better than anything I could ever imagine.

I put my hand on the wall beside her head and thrust harder and faster, slamming her against the wall behind her. She screams out, and it’s not from pleasure at first, but those sounds change as I grind my hips against her between every thrust.

“Be a good girl and rub yourself,” I growl against her ear. “Make yourself come for me.”

I’d rub her myself, but I need my hand to keep her open for me. My fingertips dig into the back of her thigh from the pleasure she’s strangling out of me. And besides, I want her to drag that pleasure out of herself. For me. I want her to say fuck you to her morals as she rubs that pretty cunt. I want her to play with herself like she did in the kitchen.

I want to know what it feels like to be inside her when she comes.

She reaches between us, and her hand rocks as she rubs herself. Her head drops back as the pleasure builds and burns inside her. She looks so pretty as she lets down her walls and allows herself to feel good. Her teeth bite into her lower lip as she tries to keep the sounds at bay, but I want to hear them.

“Scream all you want,” I say.

Her muffled whimpers turn to screams as she bears down on me. I can feel how close she is, like Morse fucking code.

“That’s it, come for me.”

Her body twitches and jerks as she loses her balance from the pleasure. I take my hand from the wall and lift her instead, wrapping both of her legs around my waist. Her thighs tremble against me as she brings herself to the edge and I fuck her over it.

She comes, her head thrown back in unstifled pleasure. It’s fucking beautiful. She spasms around me, trying to pull an orgasm from me too.

“Don’t come inside me,” she pants.

I have no choice but to listen to her. This time, at least. As this masked man, I ride a delicate line between pleasing her and being her villain. But I will fill her. Maybe not tonight. But soon. I need to claim her. To make her mine.

For now, I drop her to her feet and push her to her knees. She looks up at me as I stuff my cock into her mouth. I fuck her face until the urge to come crawls toward my head. I pull out of her mouth and spill my load on her face, spreading the white cream across her lips and cheeks. The guilt and regret wash over her features as soon as I cover her with everything her sexy little cunt drew from me.

I slap her cheek, smearing my come into her skin, and then I turn to leave.

She wipes her face with a heavy hand. “Please don’t come back,” she snips, the weight of what happened weighing heavily on her now. “You got what you wanted.”

I shake my head and grip the doorknob. I may have gotten what I wanted this time, but she keeps making me want more. Stopping now isn’t an option.