Page 48 of Masks and Mishaps

I don’t know if she’s talking like this because we’re filming or if this is what Essie likes, but the girl has a mouth on her. “Tell me more.”

“The more the better,” she goes on, lowering a hand to rub her own clit. Slow, small circles—like she always does. “When it’s so full that I can’t even breathe, I feel special. Capable.”

“You are all those things.”

Essie’s eyes meet mine, and she presses more firmly on her clit. “But I like to prove it,” she says succinctly. “I can take anything.”

And she deserves everything she wants. Determination swells in me, and I pass her my phone. “Hold this please, baby.”

She takes the phone and continues to film her hand on her clit, only glancing at me when I pick up the bottle of tequila and cap it—then she does a double take.

“This is a four-thousand-dollar bottle,” I tell her, waving it in the air. “That’s why it tastes so good.” I drag the top along the center of her body, pushing the blunt cap into her skin. The glass neck isn’t much wider than the neck of a wine bottle, and the cap only flares slightly at the top.

She can take it.

When I reach her pussy, I wait for her to say yes.

“Please,” she murmurs.

I notch the bottle at her entrance and insert it slowly, waiting for her to tell me to stop—but she doesn’t. In fact, her legs spread, inviting more of the intrusion when she rolls her hips.

“You’re so ready for it,” I murmur in admiration and start slowly fucking her with the tequila bottle. “Is there anything you won’t take in this pussy?”

“A cock that isn’t yours,” she responds before her eyes drop to my crotch. “Please take it out.”

Without hesitation, I pull out my cock, and Essie’s jaw lowers when she sees it for a second time.

“Fuck, that’s special,” she says, reaching for it—but I shake my head.

“I’ll take care of it. You focus on that clit.”

Like a good girl, Essie speeds up her motions while I jerk myself to the sight of her breasts, watching them jiggle when the bottle slips into her. The tequila is sloshing, Essie is groaning, and I’m getting there fast—so unbelievably fast.

“Faster,” she murmurs. “Please don’t stop, please, please, please. Do it with me, please. Make me come when you do.”

“There you go,” I grit, working myself more aggressively now. “Look at you, letting your stepbrother fuck his bottle into you. Look at your pussy weeping onto it. Thousands of dollars—and I’d buy a hundred more just to fuck you with them.”

“Holy shit,” Essie gasps, and her back curves as her orgasms slams into her. I drop the bottle and plunge my fingers into her, finger-fucking her recklessly against her g-spot with the same pace I’m using on my cock until she does it—she gushes right in the middle of my living room, squirting with abandon for the second time. …And so much for my seven-thousand-dollar couch. But fuck the couch, frankly, because in the next beat, I come in a spurt, spreading cum over Essie’s stomach and tits, painting her with me.

She catches her breath before her eyes blink open, and she looks at my ceiling. Her gaze orients to face me as she sits up, swaying slightly.

Eyes locked on mine, she holds out her hand.

I’m confused, so I move to give her my cock, but she looks at my hand. I place it in hers. Pulling it low, she slides my fingers through the splashes of cum covering her skin, starting at her belly button and up between her breasts. And when my fingers are loaded with my cum, she slides them between her lips.

And she suckshard.

My jaw goes slack. My heart rate is life threatening. My entire body is ready to fill and take her for hours, but before I can do a damn thing, Essie removes my fingers from her mouth.

Staring at me, sporting the most gorgeous smirk I’ve ever seen, she picks up a lime wedge and bites down on it.

…I’m so fucking done for.

Twenty

ESSIE

Forthelasteightyears, I’ve woken up at five in the morning on the dot, no exceptions. But right now, it’s seven in the morning.It’s seven in the fucking morning, and I’m encased in Dalton’s arms. He has one hand against my bare stomach, the other fixed on my hip, and I’m wearing one of his t-shirts.

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