Page 50 of Your Masked Haunting

“How much do you care about these panties?” I ask her, fisting the lace band and the strip running between her plump cheeks.

Her eyes find me in the mirror. “I⁠—”

“Oh,” I cut her off, shredding the fabric in two places so I can easily remove them before throwing a remix of her words back at her, “I didn’t actually care what your response was. They were coming off anyway.”

I run my fingers between her thighs, swiping through her center. “Are you perpetually aroused, or do I get you wet this fast?”

“It’s funny. Before you came in here, I was actually remembering this super-hot guy I saw outside of the corn maze earlier. He’s been on my mind all day⁠—”

“Why do you insist on getting in trouble with that mouth of yours?” Rearing my arm back, I smack the side of her right cheek, making the sting last longer by keeping my hand against her, my fingers sinking into the flesh of her juicy ass.

She yipes, and I watch her reaction—she bites down on her bottom lip, arching her back.

She definitely doesn’t hate it.

“Was that not hard enough to teach you a lesson?” I ask, bringing my hand back up before swinging down and letting my fingers slap against the roundest part. “Maybe you need more.”

Once. Twice. Three times. Until my fingerprints are left behind, reddening her skin. She’s panting, nothing but arousal in her stare. And when I slide my hand between her thighs again, she’s practically dripping.

“Up on your elbows,” I order her, only just now realizing that she melted against the counter at some point.

She lifts herself, resting against her elbows, her palms in loose fists.

In one quick movement, I kick her leg out, keeping her from falling with my hand secured around that hip. She’s spread out, and I can’t help but to crouch quickly and drag my tongue from her clit to her ass, swirling the tip before righting myself.

Take control. Don’t ask her if she wants it, just give it. Those are her rules. She knows her safe word, and she’ll stop me if anything’s going too far.

Carefully, I pull my sweatshirt over my head, keeping my mask in place, before dropping it to the ground. My pants and boxers are the next to go, falling to my ankles in one shove.

I grab my throbbing erection that’s been begging for release since I got in here and smack it against her cheek, watching the ripple reverberate through her.

My tip finds her entrance with ease, and I tease her, circling it until frustration sets in her expression.

“Keep your mouth closed and stay quiet unless you’re using your safe word, Mona. Let’s see how long you can stay silent.”

She clenches her jaw, wiggling her hips, and mouths into the reflection, Please.

Leave it to her to find a loophole to my demand.

Her pussy’s greedy, and at the slightest shift of my hips, I slip inside, her body ready. But she doesn’t want me to take my time, making that clear as she steals another inch, pushing back onto me.

Where’s the challenge in giving her what she wants, huh? I need her writhing for it, fighting every instinct in her that urges her to tell me off or to beg for it. Not saying either will be equally hard.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” I click my tongue. “Move again, and I swear, this time, Mona, I won’t let you come.”

She juts out her bottom lip in a pout, and now it’s me fighting the urge to give her all of it in one thrust. But I stay strong.

One more inch, and I rear back before sinking forward to the same depth. Repeat. Another inch. Repeat. Another inch. Repeat.

“Who knew you could be such a good girl?” I growl, lifting my hand and smacking her ass.

Her head tips back, her mouth forming the most beautiful, desperate O. The words are on the tip of her tongue, but she clenches her jaw and seals her lips, her big eyes communicating everything she’s not saying.

When it comes to her bratty black-cat self, this is a huge stride. I suppose she deserves a little reward. Which is exactly what I give her as I reach around her hip and find her clit, circling it slow and steady, my thrust just as controlled, matching the pace.

“You feel like heaven, bound in the filthiest sin,” I groan, my own restraint ready to snap.

But I hold back from letting myself loose, not until she tightens around my dick, her whimpers falling uncontrollably from that pretty mouth of hers while her first orgasm tears through her.