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Unless he rubs his mask against my clit and does all the work, I can’t quite keep my balance if I rock my hips. At least, I don’t think I could do it without putting too much pressure on my left leg, which is already suffering some of the aches from my fall earlier. I wouldn’t be able to focus on enjoying the journey, and I truly want to.
“Ride my mask, darling,” he encourages in a soft croon. “Do I need to grab my knife again?”
The threat is subtle but promising. Goosebumps rise and I quiver in response. Before this night, the idea of being teased with a blade was intimidating, but I’ve made a discovery: I enjoy it a lot. Icraveit.
However, as much as I want to act bratty to see what wicked things he does with it, I don’t think I can follow through with his initial request. To taunt him would be pointless if I can’t do what he asks me to, so instead, I shake my head and excuse myself by saying, “You’re too tall for me to ride you like this.”
“Then come here,” he orders, and without missing a beat, he slides down and lies on the floor between my legs.
Demonios,I’m obsessed with him.
After we’re done here, I will have to give him my number because I want a re-do in a proper bed. How could I not? He’s so determined to have his face buried in my pussy that he dropped to his knees for me in the middle of a work shift.
Quickly, and not as expertly as I would’ve liked, I lower my body to straddle his face. My descent is more hesitant and slower than I intend. A slice of insecurity ripples through me, and the smallest blip of ‘what the hell am I doing?’echoes in the back of my mind. Am I really going to ride someone’s mask until I come? He could lose his job and…
Silver Mask’s hands wrap around my thighs and pulls me to his face. The sudden force puts my core over him and I whimper when my clit hits the ridges of the rubber. Clarity fades into the lustful haze. I bury my fingers in this thick, dark hair, using it to anchor myself.
All my worries disappear. This is all I needed to forget.
I’m wet and sensitive from my previous orgasm, so soon I’m rocking my hips back and forth at a fast pace. The rising tide of the upcoming release nears the shore. It’s fast and dirty. My body demands I don’t prolong this, it doesn’t want to wait. Instead, I long for a quick and strong release.
One of my hands acts on its own, lifting the front of my shirt to free my breasts from the bra. I hook my fingers on the left cup, lowering it and caressing a puckered nipple. Then, I repeat the act with the other.
Closing my eyes, I revel in the swirl of pleasure inching me closer to the edge. It’s fast and unprecedented. The adrenaline pumping in my veins has my heart racing. Everything is heightened. Is this what an out-of-body experience is like? Because I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like it.
He grunts, the sound muffled between my thighs. The vibrations shake the rubber, faintly beating on my clit. I rub myself roughly over the mask, ignoring the slight burn in my shins. It’s so fucking good.
Lost in the turmoil of sensations, I clench my legs at the sides of his head and let myself explode with the strength of the orgasm. My sight turns blurry, tears sting behind my lids with the intensity of the climax, and my muscles twitch with each wave that hits the shore of my ecstasy. Panting, I lean forward and brace both hands on the floor.
The aftershocks tingle along my skin while I catch my breath.
Esto es una locura,I think. This must be what madness is like, since I have no other words to explain how I ended up here. We’re both getting into a lot of trouble if someone catches us or if there are surveillance cameras. But I’m too turned on to give a fuck about exhibiting inappropriate behavior in public. I’ve lost my mind somewhere during this immersive experience, going from terrified to aroused in seconds. Nothing makes sense anymore.
Do I even want it to?
Peering down at the fog dancing around my hands, I conclude I don’t care. Whatever this is—madness or recklessness—I thrive in it. I’ve never felt more alive before. Though it might be the adrenaline and orgasms talking for me.
Silver Mask crawls under my body, grazing a wet trail up my torso, and taking a moment to press his head on my boobs. He can’t get enough of me. He stops his journey under my body when his face is directly under mine. I wiggle over his hips, feeling his own arousal. His cock is hard under the layers of denim, lodged deliciously against my pussy, and I resist the urge to buck my hips. I distract myself from the ache by focusing on him. The mask shines with the remains of my wetness, and I can’t help but feel like a naughty girl.
I flush with the mix of embarrassment and excitement.
“You’re so beautiful, darling. You did so fucking good,” he praises, brushing the tip of his fingers along my back. “I wish I could’ve felt your clit pulse on my tongue when you came.”
My Lord, I don’t know how he does it, but I throb harder for him.
His voice seems to have my pussy on speed dial because it doesn’t matter that I just experienced a mind-blowing climax. I get turned on all over again. I’ve never had a partner who could coax multiple orgasms out of me in such a short period. Either he hits all the dark fantasies I’ve had in my life, or he knows which buttons to press to set me off like a rocket.
Perhaps it’s the adrenaline working overtime. Or everything all at once.
“How do you keep making me come?” I ask through heavy breaths as I caress the surface of his mask. “This is fucking insane.”
He chuckles, a deep rumble shaking his chest.
“Do you think you can give me another one?” he questions, ignoring my words.
Without waiting for a response from me, he leads a hand between my thighs but doesn’t touch me. No, his fingers find the button of his pants and undo it, ripping the zipper down.
My throat tightens.
