Page 85 of Masks and Mishaps

On the other side of the table, Weston slides the headset to his neck. “Holy shit,” he mutters.

Dalton circles the table, and I half expect him to pick me up and spin me, but he shakes my hand instead. And he claps his palm against my back and whispers in my ear so nobody else can hear, “I’m so proud of you.”

I’m so proud of you.

“Show me how proud you are tonight,” I whisper back.

Twenty-Nine

DALTON

“More,”Essiepleads,clawingher fingernails into my bedsheets while her back arches. Sweat dews her skin, casting this incredible sheen over her writhing body. Under the faint light from her laptop, she’s practically iridescent.

Her nod is emphatic, bordering on frantic, and I can’t believe what I’m seeing. She’s so full already, but she says she can take it, and I trust her.

“So needy,” I grit, playing my part. “You’re obsessed with getting stuffed, aren’t you?”

“I want it,” she moans, holding out the sound. “Please. Please, one more.”

I really can’t say no to her.

I collect a dollop of spit on my tongue, pull my mask forward to uncover my mouth, and drip the spit onto my cock. I’m half-nestled in Essie’s glistening pussy, and I’ve never seen her so wet before. Her inner thighs are shiny with arousal, and with the spit on my cock and the half-gallon of lube we’ve used, everything fits so perfectly. I take my time, readjusting my mask and moving my hand to the apex of her pussy, where I press my thumb against her pearled clit. The surge in her muscles is full-body and immediate, a pulsation I feel from the tip of my cock to the base of my spine.

“Please, Daddy,” she implores, thrusting her pelvis, urging more of my dick into her tight little body.

Carefully, I slide my ring finger in, bringing the total to three of my thick fingersandmy dick. I’ve never filled a woman like this before, and it’s the most insane shit I’ve ever seen. Essie is well and truly packed with cock and fingers, and still, she thrusts like she wants more.

Jesus Christ, this girl can fuck.

Keeping my fingers in place, I pull back before canting my hips forward. “Tell me how many times you’ve taken a cock like this.”

“Never.”

“Just me.”

“Just you.” She releases her grip on the sheets and tugs my hand to her neck to collar her. Once my hand is in place, she yanks on the back of my head.

I’m wearing the Ghostface mask like she requested, and she’s been over-the-top horny all night. With our faces close now, her tongue emerges through her smeared red lips, and she licks the mask’s shiny white surface, indulging in the taboo we’re selling. It’s magnificent and it’s new and it’s filthy.

Essie is so fucking filthy.

“Look at you, taking me so well.” I tighten my hand on her neck. “Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

I flex my grip and actually hear the air escape from her slender throat. “Say my fucking name.”

“You, Daddy,” Essie gasps, releasing her painful hold on my hair.

When she falls back onto the mattress, she moves my hand to her mouth and shoves three of my fingers between her lips. Then she’s sucking on them, taking them deep, and it’s never been more clear: Essie Romero would gamely let me fillevery inch of her.

“That’s my good girl,” I murmur. “They pay to see how tight your holes are, so put on a show.” And then I say below a whisper, just for us, “Keep being good for me, and I’ll make you gush on this fat, cum-filled cock.”

Her groan is the most melodic promise I’ve ever heard. My climax looms, but I’m determined to make her remember this night forever—livestream be damned.

“You’re like nothing I’ve ever seen,” I murmur, shifting my fingers in her—marveling at how much this woman takes. “You were desperate to be broken in, weren’t you? You were waiting for something big and thick enough. Look how well I’ve stretched you. Look how perfectly I’vetrainedyou, baby—gaping and ready for this cock whenever I want to use you.”

She’s nodding, unable to speak while she nearly gags herself on my hand, but there’s an elegance in the planful swerves of her sweat-damp body. Her motions are calculated and measured. The undulations of her hips are equal parts for show and to chase the climax she craves, and the effect makes me downright feral.

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