LIKED - A Dark Romance Novel (Story of Dangerous Obsession and Lust) by Diana Quippley Page A
Authors: Diana Quippley
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and the feelings of guilt melted into something more naughty and secretive. She
couldn’t come up with a word for the mix of emotions inside her. She thought
about the phrase “soul friction,” but she didn’t know where it had come from.
His voice shook as he finally said, “Okay. Okay. Get up on the bed. On
the bed.”
He was exuding excitement and a boyish glee at getting laid more than he
was giving off the vibe of the mysterious stranger. Gia was wet, so it was
working for her whatever it was. As good as cotton heart panties, she thought.
He climbed up on top of her. His knee went into her thigh and she hissed.
He widened his legs and mumbled behind the mask. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” Gia said. “Just fuck me.”
He shifted around and she felt the head of his cock sliding around her.
He couldn’t see inside the mask. She reached down and guided him in. He gave a
shuddering breath and turned his masked face to the side as his body shook.
“Do you want me to wear a condom?” His voice came small again – out of
character.
“You are already in. We can stop, if you want, but I’ve wanted to be good
and fucked for some time.”
He started pumping into her. His braided belt from his open pants jingled
in a way that made her think about Christmas. He was clothed and she was naked
which made her feel naughty and exposed even if she ignored the strange mask. More
soul friction. “How do you spit on a soul?” She wondered. His pace increased.
“Get up on your hands and knees.” The sharp voice behind the mask was
back. “Do it now.”
He slid out and she flipped over like he had ordered and flared her ass
for him. He worked his manhood around blindly again and she reached back
between her legs to help him, but he found the spot and slid all the way in. He
grabbed her hips and started slapping into her from behind. She began backing
into him and his rhythm went off pattern.
She wondered if he would cum inside her or on her. She was curious to
see. It had been enjoyable, but she hadn’t cum. The entire thing was
exhilarating at first, but the actual sex had been rather vanilla.
He pulled out and she thought he had chosen to cum on her ass. He must
have watched enough porn and was getting his chance to cum on a willing woman
for real just like in the “movies.”
Jack turned to the side and stroked himself as thick strings of ejaculate
shook off the end of his cock onto her carpet. She stared over her shoulder
with her bare ass still up in the air toward him. She wasn’t sure why it
bothered her to see that happen aside from the fact that a stranger in an owl
mask jerking off on her floor was inherently disturbing anyway. Gia thought that
him cumming on her wasn’t exactly better than the carpet except that she
already had so much trouble keeping her apartment clean.
She rolled to her side naked on her bed and curled up facing him as he
finished up and shook off the last bit from his shrinking cock. He coughed
twice inside the mask and started zipping up. He refastened the braided belt
with practiced expertise. “Sorry … Sorry, I can clean that up before I go.”
“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. Did you have fun?”
He coughed again and pulled up the mask onto his sweaty hair. “Jesus, I
almost passed out in there. That was intense.”
She smiled and then frowned. He wasn’t looking at her, so she figured he
wouldn’t be insulted by the expression. It was a decent quickie with some odd
props. They would have to practice, if they wanted to get more comfortable with
their roles or maybe try something different. She furrowed her brow and
thought, am I thinking about doing this again? Really? She wondered not for the
first time whether Don might be fucking other girls at his house on the beach
while he wasn’t calling her and only paying half of what he owed. She
and the feelings of guilt melted into something more naughty and secretive. She
couldn’t come up with a word for the mix of emotions inside her. She thought
about the phrase “soul friction,” but she didn’t know where it had come from.
His voice shook as he finally said, “Okay. Okay. Get up on the bed. On
the bed.”
He was exuding excitement and a boyish glee at getting laid more than he
was giving off the vibe of the mysterious stranger. Gia was wet, so it was
working for her whatever it was. As good as cotton heart panties, she thought.
He climbed up on top of her. His knee went into her thigh and she hissed.
He widened his legs and mumbled behind the mask. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” Gia said. “Just fuck me.”
He shifted around and she felt the head of his cock sliding around her.
He couldn’t see inside the mask. She reached down and guided him in. He gave a
shuddering breath and turned his masked face to the side as his body shook.
“Do you want me to wear a condom?” His voice came small again – out of
character.
“You are already in. We can stop, if you want, but I’ve wanted to be good
and fucked for some time.”
He started pumping into her. His braided belt from his open pants jingled
in a way that made her think about Christmas. He was clothed and she was naked
which made her feel naughty and exposed even if she ignored the strange mask. More
soul friction. “How do you spit on a soul?” She wondered. His pace increased.
“Get up on your hands and knees.” The sharp voice behind the mask was
back. “Do it now.”
He slid out and she flipped over like he had ordered and flared her ass
for him. He worked his manhood around blindly again and she reached back
between her legs to help him, but he found the spot and slid all the way in. He
grabbed her hips and started slapping into her from behind. She began backing
into him and his rhythm went off pattern.
She wondered if he would cum inside her or on her. She was curious to
see. It had been enjoyable, but she hadn’t cum. The entire thing was
exhilarating at first, but the actual sex had been rather vanilla.
He pulled out and she thought he had chosen to cum on her ass. He must
have watched enough porn and was getting his chance to cum on a willing woman
for real just like in the “movies.”
Jack turned to the side and stroked himself as thick strings of ejaculate
shook off the end of his cock onto her carpet. She stared over her shoulder
with her bare ass still up in the air toward him. She wasn’t sure why it
bothered her to see that happen aside from the fact that a stranger in an owl
mask jerking off on her floor was inherently disturbing anyway. Gia thought that
him cumming on her wasn’t exactly better than the carpet except that she
already had so much trouble keeping her apartment clean.
She rolled to her side naked on her bed and curled up facing him as he
finished up and shook off the last bit from his shrinking cock. He coughed
twice inside the mask and started zipping up. He refastened the braided belt
with practiced expertise. “Sorry … Sorry, I can clean that up before I go.”
“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. Did you have fun?”
He coughed again and pulled up the mask onto his sweaty hair. “Jesus, I
almost passed out in there. That was intense.”
She smiled and then frowned. He wasn’t looking at her, so she figured he
wouldn’t be insulted by the expression. It was a decent quickie with some odd
props. They would have to practice, if they wanted to get more comfortable with
their roles or maybe try something different. She furrowed her brow and
thought, am I thinking about doing this again? Really? She wondered not for the
first time whether Don might be fucking other girls at his house on the beach
while he wasn’t calling her and only paying half of what he owed. She
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