Page 60 of Drop His Mask

“Just like that. Keep going,” she murmured.

He was so preoccupied with his ministrations that he didn’t realize she had freed his cock until her tongue was swirling around the tip.

He couldn’t help himself as he thrust up into her mouth. He was groaning and grunting his satisfaction as nearly painful static broke out across his nerves.

She was rewriting his brain chemistry. Teaching and showing him that his body was capable of pleasure. That he could enjoy this.

He continued to work her body over as best he could, but he wasn’t sure how much longer he would last. Her tongue swirling along his length as she gulped him down was proving to be his undoing.

“Fuck!” The word was dampened as he continued to usehismouth for her pleasure.

Before he could think it through, he used his free hand to reach down and force her head all the way onto him, until he was choking her. He bit onto her clit, pushing in a third finger curling it into her.

“Mmmm!” her muffled scream was cut off as he came deep into her throat.

Her cunt pulsated around his fingers as she found her own release.

Her mouth suctioned further onto him, swallowing him down, and for a beat, he fell back. A post cum haze.

But they were only allowed a moment in this god forsaken game.

“Player 20, Player 195, congratulations. You have won, securing wins for both of your teams. Player 195 please return to your platform and youwill both be lowered to the ground.” The motorized words echoed around them, filling the space.

Oleks didn’t want to leave her, didn’t want this moment to end. But he had to accept it.

“Here.” He tugged her pants up, before readjusting his own, and carefully slid her off of him, making sure she had the space to sit on the platform.

Readjusting to his knees, he advanced into her space again.

His hands crept their way up to her face, the rough pads at odds against her soft skin. He used his thumbs to wipe away the remnants of himself on her lips.

“Thank you,” he whispered. He bent forward, kissing her on the forehead. “I promise, I will do what I can to keep you alive.”

She stared at him unblinkingly for a moment before her lips quirked and she inclined her head.

“Okay, Oleks. You have my trust.”

Oleks’s heart pounded up his throat. He didn’t want to leave her. Wasn’t sure how long until they were reunited again, but he didn’t have a choice.

It was time to go.

With one last intense gaze, he stood haphazardly to his feet. He didn’t look back as he made his way across the rickety metal bridge. Back to his own platform dozens of feet away.

He wanted more than anything to stay with her. To enjoy the way she made him feel.

But first they would need to escape this godforsaken game.

He jolted as he began to lower to the ground again.

His attention found 197. Theirfearlessleader. The man was sulking, dark tension washing off him in waves.

It was clear the rest of the players had heard them. Guessed at the moans. Deducted what they had done.

Oleks knew he would have to pay for it, but it was still worth it.

Shewas worth it.

She was a candied saccharide poison, and he wanted nothing more than to taste her again.

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