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I feel like my jaw is stretched beyond capacity as I stare at his masked face. There’s something so dirty and forbidden about doing this in the middle of the woods. It makes my pussy ache to be filled by him.

Tears stream down my face from his large size, saliva dripping from my chin as he fucks my mouth. Even though I’m a mess, I feel sexier than ever.

With a groan, he pulls out of my mouth, his chest heaving beneath his tee. I suck in giant gulps of air as he pulls me to my feet.

“Your turn, little liar.”

CHAPTER 21

Alexis

Ghostface grabs my waist, spins me around, and bends me over. “Hands on the tree.”

I comply, gasping as he yanks my pants down. He lifts a leg, pulling my sneakers off, then my leggings. When he sets my foot on the ground, he kicks my legs so I’m spread wide open.

He rubs his cock through my wet folds, and I moan. “D-Do you have a c-condom?”

Nodding, he reaches down and pulls one from the pocket of his sweatpants, holding it up. The head of his cock rests against my opening as he tears the packet open.

He begins rubbing against me, a low growl reverberating from his chest. “Jesus. You’re so fucking wet.”

I look over my shoulder at him, whimpering. He pulls the condom from the wrapper and then sheaths himself.

“Hold on tight, Lexi.” His hand grips my hip while the other lines up the head of his cock with my entrance. “I won’t hurt you. At least, not at first.” There’s a smugness in his tone that should piss me off, but then he eases himself inside me.

I gasp, wincing at how full I am. How much he’s stretching me. He doesn’t move, allowing me to adjust to his size.

“Oh, Ghostface,” I mutter as he goes deeper. “You’re stretching me,” I pant, trying to adjust to the burning sensation.

“Just a few more inches.”

My eyes widen, panic filling me.What? A few?—

He shoves himself inside, and I scream. He starts moving slowly and steadily, in and out. This position allows him to go deep, and with his impressive size, I’m worried he will hurt me in ways that aren’t pleasurable.

As if he knows what I’m thinking, he rasps, “Relax, little liar.”

My hands dig into the tree bark as he slowly fucks me. He’s stretching me so good, and I relax as the burn fades, overwhelming me with pleasure. “Fuck, Ghostface. Feels so good.”

He increases the pace, moving his hand so his thumb swirls around my clit. I melt against him, giving him my trust, which is insane, considering the circumstances.

His other hand slides to my breast, feeling the weight in his hands before he teases my nipple through my shirt. He pinches it, and the sensations he evokes remind me of Evan and what happened between us in the restaurant bathroom.

“E-Evan. Is that y-you?”

“Do you want me to be Evan?” He moves his thumb faster over my clit, and my mind goes hazy.

“Come on, Lexi. Just admit it.” He applies more pressure on my clit. My legs shake, and I can’t think of anything except my intense desire to come.

I remain stubbornly silent, enjoying the way he’s fucking me.

He slaps my clit, and I gasp before it turns into a moan. I’m wetter than ever as he continues moving inside me.

“Answer the question, Lexi.” He smacks my clit again, harder than the first time. “Do you want me to be Evan?”

I remain stubbornly silent, squirming in his grip, hoping he does it again.

Instead, he moves his hand away. Panicking, I grab his wrist. “Y-Yes. I-I want you… to be Evan.” The words, which started loud, trail to a whisper as humiliation and shame overtake me.

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