Page 32 of Malicious Intentions

Blinking, I wonder if I’m losing my damn mind as my eyes scan the nearby woods, not seeing any sign of him.

The brush hits my face as my shaky legs carry me through the woods back to the trail. I’m unfamiliar with the woods, so I’m on high alert, trying not to fall. The prickle of fear only heightens my arousal.

As soon as I’m on the trail, I take off running down the hill. My eyes repeatedly drop from the trail to the woods around it, searching for the man in the Ghostface mask.

My heart rate picks up when I hear a stick snap behind me. Freezing, I whirl around, but I don’t see anyone.

I turn around, expecting to see him standing there, but the trail is vacant. Yet the feeling of being watched hangs heavy in the air.

Fuck this.

I sprint the rest of the way down the hill, the feeling of impending doom impeding my ability to think clearly.

Ahead of me, there’s some thick brush near a row of trees.I can hide in there.

Slowing, I scan the area intently before slipping around the other side. If he’s following me, the large tree and the bend in the trail won’t allow me to be seen.

I quietly pick my way through the brush, careful not to step on any sticks that will snap and give me away.

Wincing as the limbs scratch my skin and the thorns tear at my clothing, I duck down where I won’t be easily seen. I clamp a hand over my mouth to muffle my accelerated breaths.

Looking around, I don’t see anyone. My muscles begin to relax as a smile curls my lips.I fooled him.

“Boo.” The mechanical voice is beside my ear, grabbing me before his hand covers my mouth. “Don’t scream, Lexi.” He holds me against him, his raspy voice whispering in my ear. “The only screaming I wanna hear is when my cock is inside you.”

I glance over my shoulder as he drags me to my feet before shoving me forward. My hands shoot out, the rough bark scraping my palms as I catch myself on one of the large trees.

Looking over my shoulder, my core clenches when he shoves his sweatpants down, revealing his thick, hard cock.

Oh my God. That thing is enormous.

As I stare at it, intimidation rolls through me, and my mouth goes dry. No way will that thing fit in me.

He grabs me, spins me around, and shoves me to my knees. “Suck it.”

My eyes widen as I slowly shake my head. “I…I can’t.”

He grabs the base of his cock. “Yes, you can.” A quiet confidence rolls from him, discernible through the mask. “I’ll guide you through it.” He strokes his dick, and I can’t help but stare, mesmerized by him touching himself.

“Open, little liar. Suck my cock.”

I look up at him, and he nods. For some reason, the gesture calms me. I open my mouth, and he shoves his hips forward, the tip of his cock in my mouth. I lap at the precum, moaning at the taste. Growing bolder, I wrap my lips around him and take him deeper.

His hand moves through my disheveled hair, winding around the strands. The pressure is firm yet gentle as he guides me over his dick, allowing me to get used to his size and thickness.

“When I tell you to breathe, take deep breaths in and out through your nose.”

I nod, and he pulls out to the tip. “Breathe.” Then he shoves himself deep into my mouth, and I recoil, afraid I’m gonna gag.

“You’re okay.” He pulls out, and I take a shuddering breath, tears pooling in my eyes before spilling over my cheeks. “Such a good fucking girl.”

His words inspire confidence in me. When he says it again, I breathe in and out through my nose, feeling the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. He groans, his masked face tilting back.

The pleasure I’m giving him turns me on, my pussy growing wetter.

When he pulls out, a rush of disappointment washes through me, even though I’m grateful for the air rushing into my lungs.

“Don’t look so disappointed.” He tells me to breathe, then shoves his giant dick inside my mouth again.

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