Page 97 of Unbalanced

“You look stressed. Let me help you.”

I try to lift my head to watch her, but it’s so heavy and just flops back down. She undoes my belt, pops the button, and pulls down the zipper of my pants so my cock springs free. I force my head up again and groan as she strokes me with her cool fingers. Giving me a devilish look, she slips my cock into her mouth, and my head falls back down.

“Mmmm.”

She moans, and I shudder as she takes me all the way into her hot throat. Oh fuck. She bobs up and down, and I reach for her hair but miss. My arm is too heavy.

“Does that feel good?”

“Y…yes,” I pant, closing my eyes. “So…hot.”

The bed shifts as Emily straddles my hips. My eyes flutter open, and I suck in a gasp as I stare up at my mask.

“Such a naughty fucking boy. You act like you don’t want me, but you do, don’t you?”

Those words…I said those words, but the voice isn’t Emily. I shake my head, trying to make sense of this fucking dream.

She lifts her negligée and rubs the tip of my cock against her wet pussy. I groan, but my eyes move back up to the mask.

“Wha…what’s happening?”

“Say it. Say you want me to ride your cock until you scream and come inside me,” the robotic voice demands.

This body…God help me…it’s all Emily. Giving in to whatever the fuck my subconscious is doing to me, I nod.

“Say it,” the voice demands again.

“Yes…fuck me. Ride…me,” I growl, and in one easy movement she sits down and takes my cock.

My head is thrown back, teeth gritted against the extreme pleasure taking over every cell of my body. I grip the comforter and close my eyes for what feels like a second, but when I open them again, Emily is looking down at me.

She pulls the negligée off over her head and tosses it aside. So fucking beautiful. Emily grabs my hand and brings it to her hard nipple. My mouth salivates, wanting to taste her.

“Fuck…”

So hard…so hot…she’s moving so painfully slow.

“Oh, Alden, you feel so good.”

I blink. No mask, no mechanical voice.

What the fuck is going on?

Who the fuck cares?

“More.”

Emily bounces faster, and my eyes roll back. When I focus on her face again, the black-and-silver mirrored mask is back, and I can see my own pleasured expression.

I grab her legs, fingers gripping her for fear she might disappear. The moment my eyes shut and open again, it’s Emily, her hair falling in waves around her stunning face.

“Say my name,” she orders, and my lip twitches as I remember ordering her to do the same.

“Em…Emily,” I say, licking my lips.

She braces a hand on my abs and fucks me faster.

My back arches off the bed. I want to come so bad. I’m almost expecting it this time, and sure enough, when I look at Emily again, I see the shiny skull mask instead. I don’t even care. If this is the sin I need to face, then I’ll fucking face it all day, every day, for the rest of my life.