Page 96 of Your Masked Haunting

I want more, to push her further out of her comfort zone as I pound into her. My hands grab my sweatshirt and peel it off my body, leaving my mask behind. Then I spot just the thing. The best part of it all is that she’s the one who put them out.

But first, I need to warm her up. An orgasm or two while I test the waters. She’s not far from her first.

Wrapping my arm around her hips, I find her clit with my fingers, massaging it in tortuous circles as she cries out, her moans erratic as her core tightens around me.

“Oh my God,” she whines, vibrating beneath me.

Sealing my lips against her back, I press them, once, twice. “Trust me, we’re just getting started.”

That’s all it takes, and she’s screaming, coming undone around me, clenching in long successions. I don’t give her time to come down from her high. I’m meeting her there.

Sitting up, I line my thumb up over her puckering ass as I rear my hips back until only my tip remains and thrust forward, feeling her walls still pulsing around me.

“We’re trying something. You’ll like it, I promise. Do you trust me?”

With my thumb still massaging her ass, she nods, and I could come right fucking now just from watching her give herself up to me completely.

She’s a panting, breathy, beautiful mess as I wet my thumb and press back over the entrance, continuing to rail my cock into her.

“You’ve gotta relax, baby. Let me in,” I coax her.

Her body obeys, granting just enough ease for me to sink inside. She gasps loudly, but not from pain, rather surprise.

I make tiniest movements and swirls with my thumb, and she gradually softens, melting deeper into the bed. I ease my thumb past the knuckle, and she explodes around me again, her cries dragging from her mouth.

“Oh fuuuck.”

Retracting my thumb, I reach for the burning candle in the candelabra. She watches me out of the corner of her eye, curious and cautious.

In a quick exhale, I extinguish the flame and tip the candle over her back, letting the wax drip onto her skin. She bucks beneath me, my cock still impaled inside her.

“Oh my fucking God.”

I spit down onto the end of the candle, coating it generously. “You’re just taking the tip. That’s it. As much as you can handle and then a little bit more.”

“Oh, please. Yes,” she whimpers.

I pulse inside of her, a thousand delicious sounds leaving her in response, filling the dim-lit room.

Swirling the end of the candle, barely thicker than my thumb, over the entrance, I pull my dick back to the tip, wanting to give her both at the same time.

“Three, two—” I thrust forward, slamming into her before she clenches in anticipation and simultaneously sinking the candle two inches into her tight ass.

“Ahh!” she cries out, her voice almost unrecognizable before fading into breathy moans.

My hand pumps the candle base back and forth as I fill her up, over and over. She’s incoherent in seconds, her body only held up by my left hand glued to her hip.

“I can’t—it’s too much.”

“Oh, yes, you fucking can. And you will.”

My thrusts are long and full, and I angle my hips, grinding harder against her G-spot. That’s all it takes to ruin her completely, and tears of pleasure flow down her cheeks as she levitates off the bed.

Her body erupts around me in quaking beats, and I’m right behind her, riding her orgasm out as I spill inside her in spasmatic pulses, whimpering her fucking name, “Mona, fuuuck.”

Every drop of cum, of sweat, of tears soaks the bed by the time we’re done, not a sliver of energy remaining. I stay buried in her as I undo the cuffs, gently rubbing the ache away from her wrists.

Slowly, I ease out of her, both of us gasping from the otherworldly sensations.