Page 74 of Masks and Mishaps

I pause before I burst out laughing, breaking character. Once I have the mask, I climb off and use my body to block him from the camera and our audience.

For a few seconds, I see Dalton’s face, and he’s grinning. He’s not the rough-fucking, domineering stranger in a mask; he’s my best friend—effortlessly handsome, so funny, and unbelievably committed to this ridiculous idea.

“I’ll take the mask,” he says, nodding at me. “It’s all good.”

“Sorry, Daddy,” I reply.

The manbeamsbefore he puts his mask back on. “Forget the mouth,” he decides, tugging me back onto the bed. “I want to fuck you already.”

No complaints here.

He guides me to straddle his waist and slips his hand between us, where he runs two fingers through my pussy. “So damn little,” he muses, playing up our size difference. “Will it fit? If it doesn’t, I’ll make you squirt on me first. Get it wet enough to fit that tight cunt.”

“It’ll fit.”

“Doubt it,” he lies—and the skepticism feels real.

“Fuck you,” I snap, trying to pull away, but he catches me and flips me onto my back. Immediately, I slap him across the face, letting my palm collide with the mask’s hard plastic.

Dalton just laughs.

I thrash like I’m still fighting, like I don’t want the glorious stretch of his cock in my body, but it comes easily right now. I hate the game we’re playing. I hate the idea of Dalton doubting me for a minute. Countless men have underestimated me in every part of my life, but never him, never Dalton and—

I don’t realize I’ve shut my eyes until I feel two soft pats on my cheek—Dalton’s fingertips.

“Hey,” he murmurs, speaking so the camera can’t hear us, “you good?”

I swallow audibly, staring at his masked face. “It’ll fit,” I remind him, hating the way my voice quivers.

He bobs his head once. “I know, baby,” he assures me. “I know.” He cups my cheek with his hand before moving it between our bodies. “Eyes on me.”

I focus on his mask just as he notches his cock at my entrance and offers a probing thrust. “Oh, it’ll fit,” he declares. “You can take it. You can take every inch of me, sweet girl.” He slides in further, pushing inch after inch, filling more of my body with him. When he’s sheathed as far as he can fit, he stops.

“More,” I implore, knowing he’s not fully inside. “Let me choke your cock.”

If I thought those tender words and gentle caresses earlier were a sign that Dalton would turn tender, I was deluding myself. My filthy request is a catalyst, and Dalton fucks me like hehatesme.

His cock pummels in and out of me, merciless beyond measure, nothing short of brutal. The decadence of him pulling out and reentering at just the right angle makes me want to scream, but I don’t. I take it all, urging for more with the swell of my hips. I whimper. I strain. I claw at his exposed arms before finding his back and latching on, driving my nails into the surface of his skin in the process.

“Good girl,” he’s grunting. “There it is. There it fucking is.”

“Daddy—”

“I don’t know how you can take my entire cock in this tiny hole, but you do such a good job, baby,” he grits, driving another thrust that leaves me breathless. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

“Is it everything you wanted?” I can barely get the words out.

“God yes,” he grits. “This pussy is mine, andI’ll fucking kill anyone else who touches it.”

Holy shit. The threats could be part of the scene we’re streaming or real—doesn’t matter. This version of Dalton makes me want to sabotage our parents’ wedding just to keep him.

“Tell me it’s mine, baby,” he orders, bearing down into me, lighting up my body. “Take every inch of it like you were made to. You know you love cock, so take it, squeeze it—milk all the cum out of it.”

I raise my hips to meet his undulations. “Use me—until I’m aching so everyone knows you can have me whenever you want.”

Now, the surge of his thrusts becomes bruising—like he could split me open. I take it while whispering I love it, I want it, that his cock is the best I’ve ever taken. None of it’s a lie. He’s a walking show of godlessness and eternity all at once, and heat unfolds in my veins.

My body is pliant, but I’ve never felt stronger or more capable than right now. This is it, I have to believe—this must be how Dalton always feels: taller, bigger, stronger than everyone. My body is limitless, infinite—coursing with energy and power and the fine shocks of electricity racing through the network of my veins. The sweep of his cock makes my lips part, and I’m begging for it—pleading for it.

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