Page 49 of The Masks She Wore

?I glared at him angrily. “Won’t your boss be looking for you?”

?He smiled, leaning in until his nose grazed the underside of my jaw, my body melting from the touch. “My father doesn’t care who I fuck.” He flattened his tongue at the base of my throat and dragged it up to my ear, a whimper escaping my lips. Fuck. “In fact,” hehummed, “after seeing you, I think he wants a turn.”

?I shivered, lips parting at the thought. No, I didn’t find the older gentleman attractive, too old for my taste, but fuck. Thinking of taking two cocks like this? Two of this man?

?“Oh, Princess,” he cooed, stepping into me, forcing me further back into the shrubs, “all you’ll ever need is me.” He released my wrists and reached for my straps, pushing them off my shoulders and forcing the top of my dress down to my waist.

?Goosebumps erupted across my skin, my nipples so hard, even the light breeze whistling through the garden was enough to set my teeth on edge.

?I struggled to slide my arms out of my sleeves as he slid one hand through the slit of my dress, over my thigh, while the other wrapped around my breast. He brought his mouth down over my nipple, my body arching against the sudden warmth.

?“Fuck,” I moaned as his tongue flicked at it before his teeth clamped down.

?My hands found his jacket, my nails digging into the fabric as his other hand shoved my thighs apart, causing me to stumble, the shrubs tearing into my skin, the pain making me sweat.

?He sucked on my nipple, his teeth digging into it painfully as his hand slid between my thigh, running along my slit, humming in praise when he felt just how wet I was for him.

?I gasped when he flicked my piercing, my pussy throbbing. Heshoved two fingers in without warning and I cried out, rocking my hips against his hand. “Oh, fuck,” I whimpered.

?He released my nipple with a pop and found my eyes. “Keep it down, Princess,” he mumbled, angling his fingers in a way that sent explosions of sparks across my skin. “My gun is loaded.”

?I had no idea if that was an inuendo or not, but I didn’t care. I just needed more.

?I rocked my hips towards him, my breathing picking up as his fingers hit my clit with every deep thrust.

?I threw my head back, my breathing labored.

?“Needy girl, hmm?”

?I was more than that. I was ravenous. I needed this. I needed all of it.

?He pressed his thumb against my clit, and I cried out, my hair getting caught in the brambles as he kept slamming his fingers into me, his thumb rubbing my clit, flicking that little piece of jewelry.

?My entire body tensed, my pussy clenching around him just before I came all over his fingers.

?He immediately pulled them out and unbuckled his pants, pulling his cock out.

?My head fell towards him, my mind spinning.

?The hand that stroked his cock was not kind. He pulled on it as if he craved the pain. As if he needed it, a silver ring on his right hand shimmering with each stroke. Was that what I had felt whenhe had his fingers inside of me? The cool metal of a big ring?

?I only caught a glimpse of the raven carved into it before he slid his other hand under my knee and jerked it up, shoving me into the brambles once again, his cock teasing my entrance slowly.

?I whimpered as he teased me, pushing in only to pull out and stroke himself against me.

?“Fuck, please,” I begged, pushing my hips towards him, feeling him slide further into me.

?He moaned and slammed his hips against mine, sinking straight into me.

?I gasped, my body trembling at the sudden change, my cunt throbbing around his twitching cock.

?He forced my leg up higher, forcing himself in deeper, tears filling my eyes as the warmth from whatever cuts the brambles were causing slowly dripped down my back.

?“Rae!”

?My tear-filled eyes widened as they found the masked man.

?He didn’t hesitate as he pulled out and slowly pushed back in.

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