Page 48 of Prey

“I want to see you so bad,” he stated, stepping to the blinds to let a sliver of golden streetlight drape over my skin, lighting me on fire. “Put your fingers in your hole.”

I wiggled into position, pushed my fingers up, and started rolling my hips over them, and his rubbing pace increased. I had become an expert at masturbation because I didn’t have many sexual partners, mostly because I was too afraid the real me, Annika, would slip out the closer I got to someone. But being in the dark with Rourke, the masked man, suited me as it suited him. I could be anyone I wanted in the dark.

He stepped closer, grabbed my arm, and pulled me to my feet, so I was forced to stop pleasuring myself. “It hurts like fuck that I can’t kiss you,” his voice cracked under the strain as I wrapped my hand around his hard shaft and started playing with the head with my fingers.

“Lift the bottom part of your mask to reveal your mouth,” I urged him. “Just the bottom part.”

“No,” he snapped, growing angry at my comment. Without seeing the expression on his face, I sensed the boiling heat of his fury.

He snatched my upper arms tightly, and I gasped, then turned my body around so he was behind me and pushed my head down hard to force me to bend over and place my hands on the bed.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll wonder what hit you.” I failed to understand where his sudden anger came from, but I wanted him to penetrate me so badly that I ignored the fear coiling through my body. Students were nearby in the other rooms, so if he crossed a line, I’d scream for help.

“I’m sorry if I annoyed you,” I said as he drove his cock hard into my pussy, and I screamed at how good it felt.

“You didn’t annoy me,” he stated heatedly, pushing further inside, pinching my inner walls as they expanded, allowing his girth to move.

He rammed brutally inside me, balls slapping against my butt cheeks, and oh my, it felt so good. “You…”thrust… “bring…”thrust… “something…”thrust… “primal…”thrust… “out…in…me.”

Big warm hands grabbed the flesh of my butt cheeks, and his hips pushed forward, pounding, slapping, thrusting.

“This is so good,” I cried as my orgasm rippled up and down my thighs. He increased the pace faster, ruthlessly, and my screaming and moaning synchronized with each drive into me.

“Good,” he snarled under that mask, sounding scarier than speaking without it. Then, under his breath, so quiet that I almost missed it, he added, “I need to punish you.”

“Punish me then,” I moaned, assuming it was more sex talk.

My hair was suddenly yanked, forcing my head back, and the stinging from my scalp flooded to my clit. I cried out in pain and pleasure, and that cock kept ramming my body.

Then it hit.

It was the most thunderous orgasm I’d ever had, not that I had many to compare it to. My entire body contracted, my breath hitched, my mouth gaped, and I saw stars behind my eyes for a few seconds as I held my breath.

The incredible, most potent orgasm rippled through my body, and I cried out as my knees and thighs grew rubbery, and I had to hold myself up with my hands.

His warm cream flooded my walls as he kept moving until I was exhausted and he was limp.

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We lay together in her single bed as I plotted to buy her a double bed and bring it up here to surprise her. This won’t be the end. I wanted more.

She fell asleep quickly because I exhausted the little thing, but she felt like heaven over my cock – her scent, the look on her face, everything was sublime. I wanted her bare and vulnerable to siphon out Annika, but all I saw and felt was Riley. I’d know if I kissed her, though. I’d know if Riley Laws was Annika if I tasted her, but I couldn’t remove this fucking mask as it would give my game away.

With every thrust into her warm, wet pussy, I thought of Annika’s flirtatious smiles, fluttering eyelashes, and long, wavyblond hair that drove me fucking crazy every time she swung her head around. Her touch and movements were Annika, but so many other features were Riley. The tone of her voice and laughter was Annika, and her mannerisms were Riley.

I couldn’t sleep and stared at the ceiling until the morning light suffocated the darkness, rolled out of bed, slipped my clothes on, and went to the bathroom. The fucking mask was itching my skin, and I took it off while I was in the stall and splashed cold water over my burning skin. The compression mask was unbearable to wear long-term, so I decided to discard it after I bought it. Whatever, the ski mask worked.

When I returned, Riley was sitting up with the blankets pulled up over her breasts, glasses on her pretty face, brown hair flowing over her naked shoulders, and wearing a tight smile as if she was worried about how I was going to treat her. Yeah, I bet she’s been the victim of the ‘fuck her and leave her’ scenario.

I smiled to reassure her, then was frustrated by the damn mask covering my mouth and tugged at it, wanting to remove it, but I couldn’t risk it yet.

“You said it hurts that you can’t kiss me,” her sweet, fearful voice and furrowed brow moved me and stirred something within my core that I couldn’t quite explain.

Until now, my number one motivation was to peel back layers to find Annika, but I only saw Riley and how I felt touching her. I was steadily falling for her charm, that dimple in her cheek, and how I made her pant and scream last night. It got me hot thinking about it.

“It did,” I replied, sitting beside her over the blankets. “It hurt like fucking hell. It hurts now because I want to kiss you so bad.”

She bit her bottom lip and gazed up at me under those glasses, and I pressed my lips against her temple, and all she could feel was the fucking wool.

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