Page 109 of Masks and Mishaps

“Mine. Forever, Ess,” he grunts.

His strokes piston me, plunging so vigorously that I go breathless, and I need more—want more. He’s so much bigger than me, and I can’t always touch him the way I want when we make love. I miss his kiss, his tongue, the inimitable sensation of his muscles against my palms. But no matter what, I always have his voice—his words—the filthy, unfiltered candor Dalton gives like no other man.

“I want to fuck you forever,” he continues, emphasizing his point with a luscious swivel of his hips. “Just like this—every time. I can’t believe how beautiful you are. Do you know what it’s like to fuck into someone so goddamn beautiful?” He spins his thumb faster, working my clit into senselessness. “And the best pussy. The sweetest pussy I could find. Let me have it forever. Let me make it weep like this, drip like this. I could do it. I could keep you spread and sated for the rest of our lives.”

“Dalton—”

“Think of how I’d take you on a wedding night,” he goes on, thrusting so skillfully that I could come even if his hands weren’t on me. “Think of me saying ‘I do’ and then dragging you into the next room, working your nipples with my fingers in the bodice of your pretty dress while my thick cock makes you squirt on your white lace. Would you squirt for me, baby? Would you be loud and needy for cock even if hundreds of people could hear us?”

Oh god, I’m going to come embarrassingly quickly.

“I’d fuck my wife open. I’d make her sleep with my cock inside her. Will you be a good girl and warm Daddy’s cock at night?” He pushes on my clit, pinching it between the pads of his thick fingers. “There it is,” he murmurs, feeling my muscles clamp. “There it is. Look how my wife loves my cock.”

It’s either twisted or magnificent that the words ‘my wife’ make me erupt. Bliss radiates from the center of my core and out to the far reaches of my body. I scream, and I moan, and I squirt, gushing on his naked body, mingling my arousal with the cum he releases at the same time.

His spend is hot in my pussy, and there’s so much of it—and itdrips—it drips out of me and onto Dalton’s muscled thighs. It splatters in fat droplets onto the floor of the treehouse.

Dalton pulls out too quickly, leaving me momentarily blindsided until he falls to his knees. Then he’s on all fours, licking my cum and his cum off the varnished wood floor, finding every drop and taking them with his tongue. His spanning back flexes with limitless planes of muscles as he swoops and licks, keeping one hand wrapped possessively around my ankle the entire time.Holy shit.

It’s filthy and mind-bogglingly moving to see the biggest and most impressive man I’ve ever known debase himself willingly—without me even asking him. My legs are unsteady from coming, but I tackle him, knocking him onto his back and slamming my lips against his.

“Essie,” Dalton groans against my mouth, and the way he says my name sounds like he’s been waiting years to pass the word from his throat into mine. I take it—the letters in my name, the cum on his tongue—and kiss him back.

Breathless, I roll onto my back, exhaling slowly and trying to level my heart rate.

But within a moment, Dalton’s face appears in my line of sight. He drops a tender kiss on my forehead before he pulls back, grins, and asks, “Who said you were done?” before he sheaths his cock inside me.

His thrusts force a crude squelch, a sound so carnal that it perfectly accompanies the groans and heaving breaths passing through our lips. I’m obsessed. I’m unraveling. My body is used and aching and so alive, caught up in the catastrophic whirlwind of the roughest and messiest encounter we’ve ever had.

It’s also the most poignant, the most resplendent, the most unmistakably honest moment we’ve ever shared.

He comes when I shove my fingers into his mouth, wrapping them across his bottom teeth and forcing his jaw open. I hold his face and beg for another load in me—two now—two deep deposits into my body.

And still I want more.

“Again.”

“Ess,” Dalton murmurs, flexing his jaw when I take my hand back. “Baby, you’ve been fucked twice tonight.”

It’s the first time he’s ever suggested I can’t take more, and the barest glimpse of doubt fuels my resolve.

“You came twice, but I have another,” I insist. “Work it out of me, Dalt, please. You’re the only one who can do it the way I like. Give me all of you.”

“More cock?”

“No,” I reply. “Allof you.” I slide my hand down his arm until it reaches the hand lackadaisically pushing his cum back into my pussy, and I feel his pulse throbbing under his skin.

“Oh.”

I nod, never breaking eye contact. “I want as much of you as you’ll give me.”

“Okay,” he agrees, and his disbelief melts into determination. “I mean, of course. But sweetheart, I don’t have your lube—”

“I brought some—what? Stop smirking. I had a hunch.”

“You had a hunch I’d fist you?” he replies, chuckling as he waves the bottle he found in my pocket.

“That we’d consummate this,” I clarify—and the moment immediately loses its levity.

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