Page 43 of Prey

Then she started grinding faster, practically bouncing against her those fingers, and I wished so hard that I was in that room with my cock in that sweet pussy, pounding the fuck out of her. Pleasuring Riley Laws should be my job. Her butt rolled up and down as I imagined the sweet desperate sounds dropping from those lips as she got closer to coming.

My hand kept up with her pace, stoking my hard as fuck cock as the laptop rocked about on my lap, suppressing my grunts and hisses so the boys wouldn’t notice.

Then her head flicked back, and hair fell away from her face so I could see the final moments in her eyes. But it was only a few seconds because she draped over the desk again, hammering her fingers to get every last bit of heat.

I squirted in my jeans just as she finished off, and I zipped up, glanced at the guy who was too engrossed in the pool game, and wiped my hand on my jeans.

Fuck, I needed her. Now.

Me: Do u want to know why I wear a mask?

While I waited for a reply, I cooled my shit by continuing to check the footage and noticed her schedule change. She returned to her room late at night, around 10 PM, crashed on the bedexhausted, without changing into her PJs, fell asleep quickly, and then got up at 7 AM again to head to the shower room. She’d change into her day clothes in the shower room, so I was disappointed that I couldn’t perv at that hot, little naked body then, too.

The schedule change might be a one-off, but it raised concerns because it was so late in the evening—too late for classes, and she didn’t have any friends to socialize with, so…where did she go? When I broke into her room and took the flash card out, I replaced it with an empty one, so I’ll see in a few days whether late nights will become a regular thing.

“We’re heading to the gym,” Shaun called out, and I cocked my eyebrows as an acknowledgment and scrutinized those two as they strode to the door. Something was bugging me with them, Shain in particular, as if they were keeping secrets from me. Callum was the weaker one. If anyone were going to squeal from a touch of pressure, it’d be him.

My phone beeped, and a smile stretched across my face to see her name on my screen.

Riley: Because you’re a weirdo.

Me: No…yes, but that’s not why I wear a mask.

Riley: lol. Why do u wear it?

Me: My face was badly burned in a house fire.

Riley: Sure.

Damn, she didn’t believe me. I thought it was the perfect story to extract sympathy and admiration, but most all, wet pussy from her. The wounded soldier who carried on despite great difficulties. The Man in the Iron Mask, blah blah.

Me: Would u date a man with a scarred face?

Her reply came quickly, and I was strangely apprehensive about reading it if she turned me down because I didn’t have a plan B yet.

Riley: Yes.

Fuck, so close to getting between those legs, but…what if Riley was Annika, my foster sister. No. She was my ex-foster sister because she fucked us over. This was messing with my head. If I fucked Riley and found out she was Annika, would I care? No. The perspective would change from a nice nerd fuck to an enemy fuck, but no, I wouldn’t care. If Riley were Annika, I’d fuck her raw and then drag her by the hair to Mikky.

But I was getting ahead of myself. Apart from similar features, there was no evidence yet that Riley was Annika. That was why I had to get close to her.

Me: Would u date a man whose face u could never see?

Riley: Why can’t u show me ur face?

Me: It looks bad.

Riley: So?

Me: I don’t want u to see it.

Riley: U want me to date u with your mask on?

Me: At first, until I’m ready to show u.

I sensed her deliberating because it took too long for her to reply. What other options did I have? I had already bugged her room, followed her in my spare time, and came up empty. I’d given her a reason/lie why I wore the mask, so I couldn’t backtrack and invent another lie.

Riley: Tell me ur name so I don’t have to keep calling u Freaky Mask Freak.

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