Page 91 of Masks and Mishaps

I run my other hand over her breast, cupping it over the fabric before I slip my hand inside and touch her skin. My fingers caress her nipple, hardening it to a point between the pads of my thumb and index finger. My nose nuzzles into her hair, and I push her dress straps down, lowering them until her breasts are out.

I fold and latch my mouth around one of her nipples at the precise moment she climaxes on my thigh. Her orgasm is muffled against the thumb in her mouth, the one she’s sucking like a pacifier, and both her hands are fixed around my head as she tilts backwards, curving her spine to keep her tit against my lips. She’s undulating, trembling, and my god—it’s asight.

The thought of stopping—of never having another night like this—is concentrated agony.

“Let me fuck them,” I whisper above a groan, biting back the turmoil—the apprehension—when her body slows to a stop. I kiss one nipple and then the other. “They’re so damn nice.”

Essie is still dazed from her orgasm. “You want to fuck my tits?” she asks, blinking.

“Please. Let me put my cock between them.”

“They’re not big enough for your cock,” she replies as she arranges her hands on either side of her breasts and presses them together, forming the most luscious crevice I’ve ever seen. “It won’t feel good for you.”

“Who cares about how it feels for me?” I reply, swirling my fingertip over her puffy, wet nipple. “It’s for you. I want your nipples to tingle when my dick drags over them. I want my cockhead to reach your lips so you can suck on it the way you like.”

“Well, I care how it feels for you,” she replies before she places her hand back on my dick and gives it a firm stroke. “Let me take care of you, Daddy.”

“If you’re going to call me Daddy, you have to let me be your goddamn Daddy.” I kiss her forehead. “I’ve asked, so you’re going to give me your needy tits, and I’m going to fuck them for you until you’re on the edge. And then I’m going to give you my cum until you forget what it feels like to have an empty cunt.”

“I want all of that,” she replies before I have to ask. “Ineedyou. I hate it here. I hate that we can’t be together. I made myself come in the shower this morning because I missed you.”

I want to bite my fist. “That’s a good girl,” I murmur, tucking her hair behind her ear before I lower my hands between her legs. “Did you make yourself squirt?”

Essie shakes her head. “I can’t do it without you. I need your fingers.”

I’m sick for being satisfied she can’t do it with anyone but me. To see her moaning and drenching me, coming apart at the seams, is a rare privilege—and it’s just for me, just for her Daddy. I’m the one who takes care of her. I’m the only one who knows what she needs.

Years ago, I read any woman can squirt; it’s a matter of figuring out how.

So, I figured out how—for her.

“Shush, baby,” I whisper when she groans in response to my fingers entering her. “You’ve got to be quiet. Mom and Dad are going to hear you. Mom and Dad are going to know your stepbrother is fingering your cunt at night. They’re going to know your stepbrother likes to lick the cum off your pussy when you gush on us both.” I smirk. “Your dad is going to kill me.”

“You’remy daddy,” Essie replies.

…Fuuuuuckkkkkkk.

I stand and whirl her around, steering her into the armchair. Essie settles against the deep red upholstery, wet—but I don’t care. I’ll buy every antique chair in the Hudson River Valley and make her squirt on them.

My cock is painfully hard, heavy and thick and intimidating, but she wets her lips when I take it out. Her eyes zero in on the pearl of pre-cum at the tip, and she licks her lips.

“How many parts of you can I fuck with this thing?” I muse, jerking myself while looking at her.

“All of them.”

All of them.“Get it wet,” I instruct.

Essie wraps her mouth around my dick. It takes up so much space, pressing against the slick sides of her inner cheeks and pulsing over her waiting tongue and deeper,deeper.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” I praise her. “Open your throat for Daddy.”

Essie inhales, and her throat feels limitless. I’ve never had it like this—been with anyone who takes me without an iota of fear or trepidation. And yet she takes even more, sliding my cock further, deep throating me. It’s the dirtiest blowjob I’ve ever gotten, the deepest too, and her mouth has only been on me for seconds.

I want to love her. I want this and only this for the rest of my life. Does she know? Does she know how long I waited for this? Not just her, but someone who would take all of me? She came along and exceeded all my expectations; sheredefinedthem.

I rake my fingers through her pretty hair, careful not to move her mask. “The night you and I met, Lander called and said he needed me, and I knew exactly what was happening.”

Essie immediately stops sucking my cock and pulls back. At first I’m unsure why until—

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