Page 86 of Your Masked Haunting

My cock springs to life as she grinds against my pants, growing bigger and bigger with each glide up my length.

“Fuck,” I murmur into her mouth as her fingers find my hair.

She’s getting as lost in this as I am, breathy, panting, desperate. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

Take from me, baby. Take it all.

Her fingers trail down my body, her tongue still dancing with mine as she hikes my shirt up, flattening her palms against my abs, up and over each one, higher and higher until my top is pushed to my neck.

She pulls away long enough to rip it off me, a fever taking over her. She’s feral as her tongue and kiss devour me, trailing back down my torso. My body is on fire beneath her, scorching to the touch as she slips her fingers in the waistband of my jeans, unfastening the button.

Her eyes flash up to mine as I watch her peel my jeans and boxers off, looking nothing less than devilish as she frees me.

“Fuck, that look in your eyes might make me come,” I groan, fisting the blankets harder.

The tip of her pointer finger runs across the slit of my dick, collecting the drop of pre-cum. She sucks her finger into her mouth, popping it as she glides it out. “So, are you going to sit still like a good boy while I suck you?”

Jesus fucking Christ, giving her control was a terrible, horrible, brilliant idea.

“I’ll do my best,” I grunt, my dick pulsing as she wraps her palm around it.

Her eyes hold mine as she lowers her head, mouth open, tongue out, and she takes my tip into her warmth, her tongue swirling instantly. “Mmmm.”

“Fuck,” I whimper, the sensations already overloading my system and making my eyes drift shut and my head fall back. “That feels so good.” My hand twitches to reach for her, sink my fingers in her hair, but I refrain, wanting to earn my gold star as her good boy.

Deeper and deeper, she takes my length down her throat, working me like she wrote the fucking handbook. Vibrations from her moans shoot through me, tingles dancing through my body in the most delicious way.

God, I don’t know if I can hold back and let her keep the reins. I’m dying over here. To flip her over, push her back down, and thrust into her in one go.

“Ride me, baby. Please,” I exhale, more desperate than I ever imagined possible. “I need you.”

She’s just as ready, eager, and hungry. Pushing to her knees, she doesn’t bother to take her panties off, merely lifting the dress and pulling the lace to the side as she lines herself up.

“There you go,” I murmur, my fingers going numb in the sheets.

Slowly, she lowers herself, her tight pussy taking me greedily, every single inch until her lips are pressed flush against me.

She moans, rocking her hips and building more confidence in her moves every second. “Fuck, you’re so deep.”

Her palms find my chest, and she lifts her ass back and drops, sliding down my entire length.

“Holy fuuuck. That’s it,” I grunt as she rears up and back down, her ass clapping against me. “Use me, Mona. I’m all yours.”

And that’s exactly what she does, losing herself in the pleasure as she rides my cock, over and over until her breathing quickens.

“P-please,” she begs. “More.”

I don’t hesitate, my hands grabbing her waist and my hips rolling upward.

My cock plunges deeper inside her, eliciting the most breathy, sporadic moans. She’s right there; I can feel it in the way her pussy’s tightening around me.

“Give it to me. Stop fighting it. I can give you another,” I promise her, unsure of where I’m going to find the strength to not come immediately.

“No,” she gasps. “Together.” A shudder runs through her, and she plummets over the edge, crying out, “Oh God, yes, yes, yesssss!”

And I’m gone, right along with her, filling her up to the brim like the good boy I am.

“Oh my God, look. It’s starting!” Peyton squeals, pulling my mind from the article I was reading about Cas and me on People.com, highlighting pictures of us from the night of the accident.