Page 15 of Unmasked

Lifting my thumb to my mouth, I suck on it. “Mmm. So fucking tasty, watching you cry as you choke on my cock.”

I shove myself back in her mouth. She moans around my girth, and a tingling sensation rolls down my spine. My balls tighten against me, and I know I’m not going to last long. “I’m gonna come down your throat, little prey.”

Her eyes turn feral as she moves in time with my thrusts, eager to taste me.

“Fuck, yes.” I shove deep inside her mouth, my dick in her throat as I unleash load after load. Her eyes widen, panic filling them, her nails digging into the fabric of my jeans. I roar, expelling more come than I ever have.

When I’m finished, I pull out of her mouth. She coughs and gags, falling onto her hands and knees.

“Don’t spit any of it out, or we’ll do it over again,” I bark, staring down at her.

She regains her composure, her soaked face lifting to mine. She opens her mouth wide. “I swallowed every bit of your come.”

My hand cups her cheek. “Good fucking girl.” Then I bend down, kissing her lips, tasting myself on her tongue. “Mine,” I growl. “You’re mine forever, little prey.”

I snap back to reality,my cum coating her pussy and stomach. I grin when I see the mess I made.

Grabbing my phone from my pocket, I snap some pictures to look at later. “Fucking beautiful,” I whisper.

Scooping up my cum, I shove my fingers inside her. I continue until I’ve stuffed all my cum inside her soaked pussy.

I’m glad she’s on the pill. Even though I want to turn her into my personal come dumpster, I don’t want any kids. They’ll be an obstacle between us that I’m not ready for.

Grabbing her panties, I wipe them over her stomach and the outside of her pussy before shoving them in my pocket.

Bending over her sleeping form, I whisper, “See you soon,” before lightly kissing her lips.

Then I stroll out of her bedroom, breathing her in one final time before I leave.

After exiting her apartment, I erase all evidence of me being there.

CHAPTER 13

Mallory

My lids flutter several times before they open.

Squinting at the bright light coming through the window, I groan. While my allergy symptoms are gone, the hazy fog the Benadryl induces still lingers.

I kick off the covers tangled around my legs before sitting up and stretching my arms overhead. Lowering my arms, I frown, looking down at myself.Where are my panties?

Crawling out of bed, I scan the floor before checking the sheets and comforter. But I can’t find them.

Shrugging, I exit my bedroom, headingto the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. After drinking half of it, I’m more coherent.

Slowly, the events of last night come back to me. I remember everything except what happened after I watched the masked man’s video.

Shaking my head, I finish the bottle of water and grab another one. I need to stop wasting time and get ready for class.

Heading to the bathroom, I reach into the shower andturn it on, letting the water warm up while I strip. As I do, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.What the hell?

I move closer, my brows furrowing as horror fills me.Is that a hickey around my nipple?

Panic fills me as I examine my body intently, twisting around to glimpse my backside. I don’t see any other marks.

I peer closer, my fingertips gently tracing it.How the hell did I get a hickey on my nipple?

With a sigh, I step inside the shower before I’m late. Pulling the glass door shut behind me, I step beneath the warm spray, hoping it’ll remove the sudden chill that envelops me.

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