Page 123 of Masks and Mishaps

When my dick is coated and ready, I lay next to Essie and pull her over me. “Fuck down on my cock,” I instruct. “Show me how you like to get your ass fucked. This way, you decide how much of me you take.”

“What part of ‘all of you’ do you not understand?” she questions as she levers a leg over me and puts her weight on her arms while she gets into position. Even a mere graze of her asshole over my cockhead feels like I’ve been brushed with ecstasy, and when she inches me in, I’m done for.

She’s obscenely tight.

And yet she slides down without much more than a sharp inhalation through her parted lips and her hands latched onto my wrists while I hold her waist. She never stops—doesn’t even hesitate—and in a single controlled motion, Essie’s gorgeous ass takes my cock.

And just like that, I give my anal virginity to a girl who’s five feet tall.

“I’ll always take all of you,” she replies, training herself to breathe around the thickness she just impaled herself on. “Every inch of you is mine.That’swhat makes me happy, Daddy.”

She means it. My personality. My energy. Mycock. Essie has taken me and more, and there’s not a person out there who can say that other than her.

The next few minutes are slow.

But even for how slow it is, her body has never felt more alive beneath my hands. I massage her beaded nipples with my thumbs. I swivel my fingers against her swollen, eager clit. I latch my hands on her waist and move her languidly like a fuck doll. It swells in me—this tingling need to take her and pleasure her and rut her until everything ignites. But at the same time, I’d rather wait—wait for her, succumb to her. In waiting, in cherishing the gentle ministrations of her small body and feeling them grow incrementally faster, I feel most powerful.

My life has been a series of mishaps—some better than others—but the sense of control I feel with Essie is a high I’ve never experienced before.

“Sweetheart,” I grit when she raises and lowers herself, swallowing my cock again and again in her inimitable, tight grip. The sensation is building into something I can’t describe. She’s feeling me everywhere, I think, and I’d do anything to give her more.

“Give me your cum, Daddy.” She throws her head back and arches, making her breasts jut out and bounce with graceful undulations. “All of it. Please. Fill me.”

Her ass is needy and unrelenting, and when I shove my clean fingers into her cunt, the pressure grows stronger. I stuff my girl, and she clenches me in return, and the promise of what we have together is suddenly bigger than my anal virginity. I flatten my hand on her stomach, the place where I’ll put a baby one day—the spot where she’ll grow them for us. Then I pinch her nipple, envisioning it leaking milk. And for the first time, these fantasies don’t interlace with misery and mistakes and missed opportunities. They’re real—they’re ours.

I come without expecting it, groaning gutturally like a beast while the delicate pleats of her asshole steal my release. Indulgence ripples through my body like charges of electricity sailing through wires and twists and bends, illuminating parts of me that have been dark for so long. I’m bright, I’m radiating heat and want and satisfaction and cum—so much cum.

“I love you,” I manage. “Sweet and filthy and so damn good, Ess. I love you.”I love you, and I’ve loved you forever.

Essie throws her arms around my neck and holds me close, letting the sweat on our bodies mingle. Our breathing levels together, our hearts align together, and this is it: This is respect and this is love.

“You didn’t come,” I murmur into her hair. “I have to make you come. I have to. I have to give you everything you ever ask for—”

She slams her lips against my neck, suckling, licking, capturing my apprehension, “Check the nightstand,” she instructs.

This woman always has a plan.

I open the drawer, but the only things in there are the two silicone cocks I made for her. “This?” I ask anyway, holding one up.

Essie shakes her bangs out of her eyes. “Yes, both,” she responds as she swivels on the steadily-hardening cock already in her ass. “I want both.”

Forty-Four

ESSIE

Daltonglancesatthecamera before he looks at me. “This is what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it?” And he knows it’s not just about cocks.

Camming has been the longest career I’ve had so far—the most stable thing in my life. It took care of my brothers. It brought me sisters. It gave me a family of friends who have filled every absence I didn’t even have time to long for.

I’ve spent my entire life hiding how important camming is to me. For once, I want to do something for myself.

“All of my holes,” I confirm. “All three.”

“You want to be fucked airtight,” he clarifies, and he’s already undulating his hips beneath me, working his cock in my ass. “You want as much cock as you can get into that incredible body.”

“And I want to film it.”

Dalton wets his lips. “You can take it. You can take it for me, sweetheart.” Keeping his cock in my ass, he lifts me and puts my back against the pillows and the headboard so I can recline. Then he drags his hand down the expanse of my body, tweaking my nipples, rubbing my skin.

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