Page 62 of Unmasking My Dark Knight

Maybe he was who I had been searching for, but never knew where to look. And thinking about whether he was a realistic partner to fit in my family wasn’t even a thought in my mind; it couldn’t be. This fantasy belonged to me.

I lay back on my elbows as High Jynx crawled on all fours to me, greedily taking a peek as my dress hitched up past my ass, my legs spread wide for him.

“Fucking perfect. Absolutely fucking delicious,” he said with such an appetite for my body. He was insatiable. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to get enough of him, how he both scared and delighted me. There was something so dark to him, an unchecked desire that made me feel like I was caught like prey and fucked by a creature.

“Show me what it’s like to be yours,” I let out. My nipples were sharp with the cold. He furrowed his brow, as if I taunted him somehow. “I want you to take me anyway you like.”

He shook his head. “Careful what you wish for, Princess,” he gritted, leaning over me, pinning me to the ground. “It’s been less than a week since we met, but I feel like I’ve been dying to fuck you forever.”

“Don’t tease me.” I yanked on his lapel, twisting the fabric in my hand. I yanked a bit too hard, and his shirt ripped open. Buttons scattered across the ground as I pulled him towards my mouth, desperate for his lips. I just couldn’t help kissing him like I was starved for his touch. Because I was. He satisfied some unquenchable thirst of mine, and I became helpless for it.

He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth.

“I’d never fucking tease you. Not while you’re under my touch.” His pants slipped further past his thighs, and I could see how hard he was for me, his length thrumming with a pulse. Moaning, I scratched my nails along his taut stomach, his chest and abs inked with black skulls and trees that covered alabaster skin. This was wrong. This was every indecent thing I was raised not to be, and it somehow felt incredibly freeing. Sex with a man I barely knew? Why not? If I was expected to marry a stranger, then why couldn’t I fuck one, too? I kissed him again, writhing below the weight of his body. People screamed in the distance, laughing in the park. Something smelled sweet in the air, like cotton candy and flowers. But High Jynx tasted sweeter. Like mint and honey. Almost like wine.

Lost in the sensation, I suddenly gasped.

Something ripped below me.

My dress was partially torn, my bare stomach hitched in a breath, bathing under moonlight. “All the better to see you with,” High Jynx grinned, like he was the big bad wolf. I didn’t even care about the dress. I eagerly reached down, pulling my panties off to the side so he could enter me. They were soaked. Totally fucking ruined. “Deep breaths, Princess. I’m going to fuck you slowly. I’m going to pull you apart. Do you understand me?”

I nodded, biting my lip.

“Let me hear you say it.”

“I understand you…” I began to grin, but my mouth quickly fell open as my stomach lurched with nerves. High Jynx flicked the tip of his hardness over my clit, stroking himself against me till I covered him in my wetness. He was readying my pussy for his length, and I had never been more terrified and alive.

“It’s okay, baby. Breathe. You can take me. You were made for me,” he said, stopping his hand below the small of my back. My spine fluttered upward with warmth as I slowly took him in. Inch by inch, he filled me up, stretching me further than my fingers allowed.

“Shit…” I muttered. My sweet little swear made him smile. Both of us maintained prolonged eye contact, never breaking away. The delicious mix of pleasure and pain of taking him melted me in the best way. “You feel so fucking good, High Jynx,” I whispered faintly.

“You like this cock, Princess?” He pulled out slightly, then claimed me again. My wetness leaked with a pop, and I could hear it in his slow, turgid thrusts.

“I love it. I fucking love it…” I inhaled sharply and nodded, staring into his dreamy, stone-blue eyes. Our foreheads touched as he lifted my hips in the air, gripping my ass. He somehow managed to sink himself deeper inside me, hitting a new sweet spot I had never felt before.

“Tell me you want this cock forever, and I’ll fuck you as you deserve.” He trailed a finger down the side of my arm, seeing me. He stopped right at my tattoo, thumbing it softly. “Do it, my little beggar. Tell me you want this cock forever.” He buried himself deeper.

“I want this cock forever,” my moan hiccupped, my voice strained as my pussy clenched around him. His words—his dirty, filthy words—got me off in the strangest of ways. It felt like I was on the verge of getting in trouble, and he fucked me like I was being punished for ever taking so long to be with him. This was me surrendering after being a brat to him. And I lived for it, because it suddenly felt like more of an honest version of myself than who I pretended to be all along.

“That’s my girl. Take this cock and swallow it up,” he pumped his hips into me, lifting my arm, biting the spot right over my tattoo. It pinched so sweetly, and I squirmed under him.

High Jynx growled over me.

Something deep and pleasurable rooted itself within me as his shoulder tensed.

His cock flexed greedily inside me, pulsing with hot heat.

“I don’t want to fucking come, but you feel too good, and I’m losing my mind inside you right now.”

“High Jynx. Please don’t stop,” I moaned, feeling every tremor in his body.

I watched as his body flushed red, and I was so close to unraveling for him, my orgasm building right in the spot where the tip of his cock reached. It was very deep and wet, and I reached for my clit, rubbing faster as he started to fuck me harder.

I jolted forward, longing for him, pushing up against him, bucking my hips as I rode him from below. He dipped his head back in ecstasy, slapping my bare ass.

“Just like that, Ivy Jade,” he growled, teeth clenched tight.

“Say my name again,” I urged him, squeezing my breasts together as I stroked my clit at the perfect speed.