Haunting-Adeline

I choke on air when I pull down his pants, his hard cock ju ng out from
the confines of his jeans. It will never get any less in mida ng, no ma er
how many mes I see it.
Not unless I suddenly accept death via dick one day.
When he’s en rely naked, I take a big step back from him and look
around. I stare at him from every angle the mirrors provide, just like he did
with me.
Thick thighs, ght round ass, and a defined back that I want to rub
myself all over, and the most beau ful cock I’ve ever seen.
I want to run away. Far, far away.
This man is going to ruin me a er tonight. I can taste it on my tongue.
“Are you scared?” he asks in another dark whisper. He’s staring at me
with an unreadable expression on his face.
“Yes,” I answer truthfully.
He smiles, and the sight nearly brings me to my knees.
It’s not right—how beau ful he is. He’s definitely the fucking Devil. I’m
sure of it now more than ever.
“You should be,” he says, his voice lilted with danger.
I take another step back, but he doesn’t move to stop me.
“Get on your knees, li le mouse,” he orders darkly. I pause, unsure if I
should listen or find the common sense I dropped somewhere on the way
into the House of Mirrors and run.
“Don’t make me ask twice,” he growls, his face dropping to a severe
expression. He lts his jaw down, glaring down at me.
The danger in his face scares me, and my juices dampen my thighs in
response.
“I don’t want you to ask me,” I say slowly. Confusion flits across his eyes
for a brief second, and I show him exactly what I mean at that moment.
I turn and start to run.
But he’s too fast. His hand snaps out and wraps around my hair, yanking
me backwards.
A sharp gasp escapes as I go weightless. He manages to twist my body so
I land painfully on my knees. Just like we both wanted.
“You like it when I force you?” he snarls, yanking my head back un l I’m
looking up at him. His cock brushes against my cheek, warning me of
what’s coming.