Page 35 of Your Masked Haunting

I click my tongue, grabbing my length, pumping myself. “Only good girls get what they want. Stand up.”

It has nothing to do with the fact that I’m going to be fighting for my goddamn life the moment I thrust inside her.

Getting to her feet, she waits for her next instruction, which I happily give her, pointing to the wall to my right.

“Walk to that bookshelf and face it.”

She swallows hard, and I can still see the fight in her movements, hesitant, not because of nerves, but her instinctual defiance. Step by step, I watch her ass and hips sway as she strides away, stopping a foot in front of the wall of shelves.

Good God, I could stare at her for eternity.

Walking over to her, I unsnap her bra, peeling it from her front and tossing it to the floor. My fingers stroke down her bare back, and she shivers, goose bumps breaking across her arms. The tips of my fingers trail lower, slipping into the edge of her lacy black pantyhose, her matching panties coming with. I peel them down her legs, helping her step out of them until she’s naked before me.

I fist the lace, and her soaking arousal brushes my hand. I lift it to my nose and breathe it in, my eyes disappearing into the back of my head.

“Fuck, do you know how good you smell?”

Sliding my foot between hers, I guide her right one out further, spreading her legs open. “Bend over and grab the shelf.”

She bends at the waist and leans forward without hesitation, steadying herself on the bookshelf, her ass pushed back and begging for me. Grabbing my length, I slowly glide my tip across her cheeks, one then the other, my pre-cum smearing across her skin.

Thank God. Now I can finally do something I’ve been dreaming about. I drop to my knees, slipping my mask up enough to free my mouth before palming her cheeks and bouncing them against each other. I force them apart, exposing both of her delicious holes that I’m desperate to enjoy.

With the candlelight all around us, I can see the warm glow glistening off her soaked cunt. She’s just as eager as I am.

Stretching my tongue out, I inch forward and suspend it right under the drop of desire building on her center. She wiggles her hips, and when my tongue collides with her pussy, I swear to God every restraint snaps from my body.

My tongue plunges into her wetness, and I moan from how good she tastes. I’m a starving man, and she’s the only one capable of satisfying me.

“Oh God,” she whimpers, her back arching harder as I lose my mind, my face buried, the tip of my tongue devouring her whole.

I slide my tongue between her folds, parting her pussy and flicking the tight opening I’m dying to stretch out.

I’m crouched between her legs like I’m praying for salvation, my tongue pointed to the sky. Closer and closer, I work her to the edge, wanting to get her right there before I pull back.

We reach that point not thirty seconds later, her breathing now shallow and in quick succession. She moans and whimpers, grinding down against my face with desperation. She’s almost there, and I'm getting an ungodly amount of pleasure, knowing how frustrated and mad she’s about to be.

Rearing back, I fix my mask, pulling it down over my face and standing up. I can smell her, her arousal coating my lips and chin, and I’m in fucking heaven.

She whips around, disbelief and desperation warping her face. “Why? Why’d you stop?”

Crooking my finger between us, I gesture to her legs. “Give me one of them.”

“So, you’re just not going to answer me?” She steps forward, up on her toes, frustration shifting to anger, snapping a chord inside of me that’s been begging to be let loose.

I lash out, grabbing her jaw and cutting her next sentence off in one fell swoop. “Did you forget your role, Scaredy-Cat? Mine to take. Mine to use. Mine forever.”

Her widened, lust-blown eyes and smirking lips are full of a thousand smart remarks, but thankfully, she can’t utter a single one.

“Ahh-ahh-ahh. We might have to get a gag for that mouth next time. Might be the only way to get you to behave.” She squints at me, and I shake her head side to side. “Bad.”

Her hand is wrapped around my cock, and I’m throbbing in her grip. I’m struck still, a thousand nerve endings shocking my core all at once, sending explosions of pleasure through my body.

Fucking hell.

“You open your mouth to say anything other than please and fucking thank you, and I’ll never let you finish,” I growl, my face an inch from hers.

She nods eagerly, sliding her hand along my shaft. Even if she wants to be the world’s biggest brat right now, she’s at least restraining herself.