Page 25 of The Masquerade: Room 2

I grip her tight, forcing her to take more of me. Her pretty little mouth won’t be able to take all of me, but I push until the crest of my dick hits the back of her throat. She swallows past her gag reflex. “You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?”

She hums as her tongue strokes the length of me before circling the tip. Holy shit. My girl is fucking stunning with her lips wrapped around my dick.

“That’s it, little one. You feel so fucking good. I can only imagine how much better your cunt will be with my dick filling it.”

I circle my hips, keeping a steady rhythm as her wet warmth drives me to the edge of madness. As my thrusts get harder, I can feel her body tensing.

“Relax your throat. That filthy mouth of yours can take a little more.” She’s so fucking responsive. “Good girl. Now, spread your legs. I want your cunt slick with arousal and aching the same way I did when you walked out.”

Her knees push apart as I continue to hold her head in place, thrusting my dick faster and harder, the beginnings of my release building, my balls tight as I set a punishing rhythm. She’s completely at my mercy, and it’s a thing of beauty.

“That’s it, little one. Keep your eyes on me.” It takes every ounce of restraint not to shoot my load and make her swallow like the dirty girl she is, but not tonight. I want to know she’s mine when she’s lapping up my cum, begging for it.

My hips are bucking off the edge of the bed as desire consumes me. I need to come. She feels so good it hurts, straddling the line between ecstasy and agony as my orgasm starts to pulse the length of me. Pulling out of her mouth, I fist my hand around my soaking wet dick and pump it twice before I come on her chest, mesmerized by the sight of my cum dripping between her tits.

“Fuck… your mouth was made for sin.” I draw in a slow, steadying breath as she sits back on her heels.

“Did I please you, Sir?”

“Yes, little one. You’ve had your taste. Now, stand and take off your panties.”

I’m entranced by the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she steps out of the tiny sliver of lace, her cunt on display.

“Give them to me.” She bends down, keeping her dirty little eyes on me, biting down on her bottom lip. They are soaked with her arousal, making me groan as I slip them into my pocket.

“What now?”

“Take off the bra. I want to see every inch of your body, knowing I’m going to claim each and every one.”

As she stands before me, gloriously naked, I grab her hips and pull her toward me, pressing my lips to her belly button. My hands roam up to her breasts, smearing my cum over her tightly budded nipples, making her moan, leaning into my touch.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

She drops her head back, closing her eyes behind the mask. I want to rip it off and see her face, but I’ll give her this small piece of mystique for now. I will see her face when my cock is buried deep inside, thrusting so hard she can’t help but scream my name. My name.

With my cum coating my hands, she grabs me, pulling my index finger to the edge of her lips, darting her tongue out to taste me. Holy shit. She sucks it into her mouth, licking it clean as her eyes hold my gaze. For a woman who says she doesn’t have experience with kink, she’s a fucking siren.

I watch, enraptured and awestruck.

“That’s enough, little one. You can get dressed now.” It takes everything in me not to bend her over the bed and fuck her into submission. I’m always so controlled in this room, but she makes me want to toss it aside and lose myself in her for hours.

When she’s dressed, her hair is a tangled mess from my fist as I fucked her mouth. I cup her face in my hands, leaning in to brush my lips over hers. “Do your research and contact me when you’re sure this is what you want.”

My eyes search hers, entreating her to want this—to trust me even though she has no reason to and to want me as much as I want her right now.

“We’ll speak soon. You did so well tonight, little one.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“I’ll have a driver take you home.”

“I can walk. I don’t want to be any trouble.”

“Not if you want to be mine. I won’t have you out walking alone at night.” A soft smile tugs at the corner of her lips.

“Okay.”

I kiss her one last time, knowing I need more and fearing I may never get enough.

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