Page 61 of Unmasking My Dark Knight

Her cheeks hollowed, and her lips parted as she slid me in hesitantly. I pressed a little further—deeper—and when she gagged I pulled out.

“Again,” she said immediately, her chest rising with air like she’d forgotten how to breathe. “You don’t need to pull out. I can take it.”

“Even if it makes you cry?” I bated, hungry. She was so new to this, but her desperation made me feel fucking ravenous.

“I want to swallow you whole.” Still holding my cock, she stroked the fresh sheen of drool up and down my shaft. “That’s what a good princess would do. Right?” She smiled brilliantly.

“Fuck yes,” I growled, trying my best to hold back when all I wanted to do was fuck her pretty face. Teaching her, guiding her—it was a fucking sexual revelation. “Relax your throat and take me in as best as you can. Okay?”

“Okay…” she answered sweetly. Her pretty mouth widened again, and she stroked me as I delicately slipped over her slick tongue. I pushed gently, meeting the back of something spongy and tight as she coaxed me in deeper.

Her eyes trained on mine as I watched her unfurl her guard, jerking my cock, sucking me hard as I slowly fucked her face. I wanted to push her further. I wanted her to feel every inch of what I had.

Her expression turned to surprise. Her stomach twitched, and a stray tear rolled down her rosy cheek as I gave one last turgid thrust.

“Shit!” She gasped for air, giggling as I pulled out of her. “You were so deep, I almost choked.” Her hand was still latched onto my cock, oblivious to the string of spit that fell loose from her lips and down to her chest. I stared at it, fixated and obsessed.

“Now lick it up,” I said, tempting her for more. “Clean your spit off my cock, starting from my balls and up to my shaft. And don’t you dare let a drop fall on the floor. Understand?”

Ivy Jade stuck her tongue out, pink and glistening.

“Lick it up to the tip. Then stroke you back into my mouth?” she affirmed, making sure she understood.

I nodded.

Eager and licking her lips, Ivy Jade leaned further toward me, her tongue flatting out over my balls. She sopped up the mess, the warmth of her breath defiant to the cool autumn air as she dragged her drool all the way up my cock, sucking the tip between her lips with a loud pop. I shuddered in ecstasy, my eyes rolling in the back of my head.

If it was one thing I knew for sure, it was that Ivy Jade was a quick learner. She may have never given head before, but it was obvious she’d seen it done on more than one occasion. She probably got off on it, saw it in a porno while rubbing herself.

“Fucking perfect,” I groaned as she sucked me back into her mouth, feverishly swallowing me up. This girl was going to make me lose my mind. “Your mouth looks so good wrapped around my cock.” My hips bucked quicker as she moaned and choked quietly, excitement clear in her eyes. It was obvious my praise did something to her. “You take me so well,” I added.

Her eyes fluttered shut as I guided her up and down my length.

“That’s right. Jerk me off. Harder,” I instructed, and she instantly looked at me. I grabbed her wrist, training her to be my perfect little cock sucker. She did as I said. “Good. Now stroke it in sync with your mouth.”

She did just that, already blowing me like a fucking pro. She didn’t know what she was doing to me—how she rode me to the edge, how my climax threatened to shoot all over her face and chest, ruining her dress. It felt too good, and I knew that if I kept going I’d come. I pulled out and tilted her chin up with my fingers.

“You were so perfect, Princess.” I ran my thumb across her swollen bottom lip. “Are you ready for me?”

She nodded. “Yes. Please,” she whimpered.

I hadn’t taken Ivy Jade for the begging, submissive type, but she was perfect like this. Perfect for me.

“Good. Now spread those legs for me.”

CHAPTER 24

Ivy Jade

Whatever came over me to jump High Jynx with my sexual tension, I needed more of that Ivy Jade. I didn’t even care that he took us to a secluded outdoor area. For once, I didn’t give a shit about my heels or if my dress got dirty; the only thing that kept me going was him.

Whipping his suspenders off turned me on way more than it should have, but I’d been throbbing for him for what felt like an eternity. His supple lips on mine were to die for, and he knew how to kiss a woman. How to press so deeply, and hard that the soreness itself was pleasure. This was insane. Absolute lunacy! And the way his fingers toyed with me, circling my clit. My god, those fingers did wonders. And the way he patiently taught me how to give him head. The pleasure that twisted in his face before stopping was enough praise of a job well done. But I couldn’t get him out of my system, just like I couldn't the night before when I came to the thought of him fucking me in my bed. My leg still shook from that earth-shattering orgasm, and he had yet to be inside me. Oh, and how I craved for him to be inside me.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked.

How else could I say it, other than whimpering? “Yes. Please.” Part of me was nervous because of how big he was in my mouth, but my wetness would surely swallow him up entirely.

It’d been dark outside, and yet when I looked at him, his entire face was intact. No smeared red paint from his lips, no white paint missing on his face, even though my fingers spread all over his cheeks and jaw. Those diamond-shaped eyes lusted after me, as I did with him. High Jynx would be my undoing.