Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
“Again,” he says when I finally get myself under control.
“Again,” I agree, grinning viciously.
He lets me come at him. This time, I take control. I drive the exchange and make it fast. He tries a messy parry that leaves him wide open and I score another touch on his arm.
I scream my animalistic aggression in his blank face.
“Again,” he says.
And again I come at him. Again I score a touch, and again I scream.
The next time, I draw him out. I let him think I’m getting tired. And I am—I’m nowhere in the shape I used to be—but he’s not good enough to take advantage. When he overextends himself, I finish things, scoring my fifth touch in a row.
“Where’s that cocky banter now?” I say to him, my voice raw from victorious screams. I wrench my mask back and let him see my elated grin.
“Again,” is all he’s willing to say.
I shove my mask back down.
This time, it’s different. I step in, staying in my stance, and he barely reacts. I get closer and closer, waiting for him to spring his trap, and I’m practically on top of him when he finally moves.
It’s a blur of speed. Even though I score a touch, he doesn’t seem to care. He bashes my sword aside, grabs my wrist, and wrenches the blade from my grip. I gasp in shock as he grabs the zipper on my jacket and rips it down.
“Lev,” I say in shock. He throws his blade down and aggressively rips off my top, working me out of my chest protector.
My adrenaline’s going wild from the fight and I try to struggle free, but he doesn’t give a shit. The masked monster is loose and he won’t be denied. My plastron is torn aside and thrown on the floor. I knee him in the thigh and it does nothing. He yanks down my breeches, gripping me by the hair with his other hand, my mask hitting the floor and rolling away.
He drags me to the mask. I’m breathing hard and still trying to struggle, but when his hand shoves down between my legs, I rip out an ugly moan as he strokes up and down my pussy.
“You beat me,” he whispers, his tone dripping with lust as he pulls my pants off, leaving me in my t-shirt and underwear. He shoves my panties aside, pinning me down, my hands up above my head. “But why do I feel like I’m winning?”
His cock’s rock hard and shoved against my aching, soaked pussy.
“You cheated,” I say, glaring at him, mouth open.
The mask stares back. “There weren’t any rules.”
“Epee. We agreed. I won.”
“You won your game.” He releases one wrist and reaches between my legs. “Now I’ll win mine.”
I moan as he sinks his fingers inside of me. When I reach for the mask, he pulls away and turns me around, shoving me down on my belly, his hand still between my legs. He strokes up and down my pussy, teasing me, sinking fingers in and out. I look back as he pauses to strip off his breeches and jacket until he’s only a man in a mask again, his cock free and thick.
He pushes my face down in the mat. “Don’t look,” he whispers, and then I feel it.
Lips on my ass. Then slowly down until I feel his mouth on my pussy from behind.
“Oh my god,” I whisper as pleasure rips into me.
He licks and eats me from behind. I obey him and don’t peek, but a part of me wants to. A part of me wants to see the look on his face, that dreamy, heavy-lidded stare that’s half lust and half possession. I want to taste his tongue in my mouth, but instead, it’s in my pussy as he licks me like a monster.
Then he’s pulling back and I feel his tip glide forward. He holds onto my hips, and my fingers dig into the floor as he slowly pushes inside.
“Fuck, Lev,” I moan as he fills me.
His growl of pleasure is the only response I get.
And it’s the only one I need.
He fucks me like that. Like I’m his real prize. Like even though I won the bout, he’s the one that’s conquering.
I push into him, bucking and riding his cock, letting myself give in and loosen up. This is me on the fencing piste, this is me free and open and real, and god, it feels so fucking good.
I turn back at him and whimper as he shoves me down. The man is iron and steel. He could crush and break me if he wanted.
Instead, he leans forward.
“Ride me until you come.”
Then he’s out and sitting back. I don’t waste time. I let my aggression take over. I straddle the masked man, my husband, the father of my unborn child, and arch my back as his cock fills me. His hands shove up my shirt and bra, and he teases my nipples as I take control, setting my own pace, his big dick driving me absolutely fucking crazy.