Page 17 of Masks and Mishaps

She took me without prep or foreplay. That’s insane—truly unheard of…but I know she probablydidprep with one of her thick, intimidating toys. She knewI wouldn’t be able to stay away tonight.

Girls who plan are so hot to me.

“You feel so good,” I manage to say, but my voice comes out thick and muffled through the mask. Annoying—I’m a talker. But, she doesn’t seem to mind.

Her hands are on my chest, and she’s bouncing on me while I piston up into her. Over and over again, I thrust into her hot, wet pussy, and she bears down, taking me top to bottom every time. The strokes are luscious, the pressure is indescribable, and Essie Romero is so goddamn gorgeous.

She grabs my hand and pushes it into her mouth, stuffing it full and sucking on my four fingers while her moans vibrate around my hand. I plunge faster. Frantic.

When she throws her head back, her hair tickles my bent knees, and the ribbon from her mask grazes my skin and heightens the sensory overload I’m barely keeping at bay.

“I love this,” she manages to say when she yanks my hand from her lips. “Are you close?”

I’ve low-key been on a hair trigger for two years, but my climax control is unmatched. “Tell me when.”

Essie’s hands fly to her heavy breasts, and she cups them in handfuls, massaging her sensitive flesh. “Keep going,” she urges, shutting her eyes tight. “Shit…I’m supposed to—”

“What?”

She inhales through her teeth. “Whatever, you can—no. No, you should pull out.”

“Baby, what?”

“Pull out,” she requests, clearly reluctant.

Devastated doesn’t begin to cover it, but I pull out like she instructed—and immediately flip her onto her back before shoving my fingers inside her.

Over my dead body are we going to come separately.

The warmth of her pussy drapes around my three fingers, and she takes them easily—and eagerly—rocking her hips against my hand. The way her muscles clamp around me is a sign she’s cresting, and I’m so damn ready to hear the sound she makes when she comes. “There it is. Fuck my hand. Rut that tight little body on my fingers,” I tell her before I curl them at her entrance and jerk my cock with my other hand, clenching my teeth behind my mask to push through the exertion.

Her fingers work her perky nipples, pinching them unforgivingly like she needs them handled. “Just like that. Make me scream. Please.Please don’t stop.”

My entire arm is aching, but she’s so damn close. Barely a moment later, when I feel my own climax rising, Essie cries out. Her head tilts back against the mattress, and she’s clawing and scrabbling her hands over the bedspread. “Holy shit,” she groans right when I release my cum onto her stomach. And miraculously—in an act of divinity—a second orgasm passes through her, making her body shudder.

Actually, fuck divinity. It was me. I did that shit.

I lower to kiss her, and only when my mask bops her nose do I remember it. I chuckle and say, “I promised you I would fuck that tight little pussy the way it deserves to be fucked.”

Immediately, her body stiffens underneath mine. When her muscles remain taut, I hoist myself up.

Her brows have scrunched together. “Say that again,” she murmurs, barely opening her lips to speak.

“I promised you I would fuck that tight little pussy the way it deserves to be fucked,” I repeat, starting to frown now too. Essie’s face is no longer tight with confusion. On the contrary, she looksterrified. Without a word, she shoves up my shirt—and her eyes widen as they dart from the tattoos below my abdomen and on my side.

I’ve thought about what it would be like to make love to Essie countless times. In every fantasy, she curled up next to me and told me she couldn’t wait to do this for the rest of our lives.

Needless to say, when it finally happened, I really didn’t expect her to scream at the top of her lungs. That said, I’ve seen weirder shit.

But watching her roll off the bed and turn off a recording—nope, not a recording buta whole ass livestreamon her laptop—is beyond comprehension.

Eight

ESSIE

IjustfuckedDalton.

I just fucked one of my best friends, a senior vice president at my internship, and my soon-to-be stepbrother.

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