Page 23 of My Masked Stalker
Each thrust grinds me into the earth, twigs and grit biting into my palms, his pelvis hitting me so hard it knocks the breath from my lungs. My whimpers turn into ragged cries, half-pleasure, half-protest, my body betraying me as it squeezes him like it’s desperate to keep him inside.
He bends low over me, his teeth grazing over the shell of my ear, his voice a rasping growl. “You feel that? That’s me carving my name into your body. You’ll walk different after this, sweetheart. Every step will remind you who you belong to.”
He slams into me again, harder, deeper, until my body jolts forward on the bed of crushed leaves. A cry rips from my throat, my face hot with shame as my pussy soaks his cock like it’s begging for more.
“That’s it,” he grits out, his chest pressing against my back. “Scream for me. Let the whole fucking forest know you’re getting ruined.”
The ground is cold beneath me, but his body is scorching, sweat dripping from his temple to fall on the back of my neck. His pace quickens, brutal now, every snap of his hips shoving me farther into the dirt, every thrust stealing more of my will. My thighs quake, my breath a string of gasps and broken moans.
“Say it,” he demands, his cock grinding deep, hitting a place that makes stars burst behind my eyes. “Say who you belong to.”
“Y—you,” I choke out, shame burning through me, but the orgasm building low in my belly won’t let me lie. “I’m yours, Killian!”
His growl vibrates against my skin, the sound like raw satisfaction straight from his chest. He yanks me upright against him, my back slamming to his chest as he pistons into me from behind, one hand tight around my throat, the other grinding my clit with ruthless precision.
Oh my god, I’m so fucking close.
“That’s my good girl,” he snarls into my ear. “Come on my cock. Drown me with your honey. Mark me with your fucking surrender.”
His words push me over the edge, and my body arches like a bowstring, straining against him as my orgasm tears through me. The pressure shatters all at once, pleasure crashing intome so violently I scream, my voice raw in the cold night air. My pussy clenches around him like a vise, pulsing, milking, my juices spilling down my thighs.
But Killian doesn’t stop.
He growls into my ear, a vicious sound of triumph, and pounds into me harder, riding out my climax like it’s just the starting gun in a long race, dragging every aftershock out of me until my thighs tremble uncontrollably. My cry dissolves into a broken sob as another wave hits me, smaller but just as sharp, my body helpless against his relentless thrusts.
“Good girl,” he snarls, lips brushing my temple. “So wet for me. So fucking sweet. You thought I’d stop just because you came? No, sweetheart. I’m going to keep fucking this pussy until you can’t remember your own name.”
I whimper, my body twitching with overstimulation, but my pussy is still clenching around him, still begging without words. His fingers don’t stop drawing those maddeningly tight circles over my clit, rubbing mercilessly as he continues to drive into me. My legs kick weakly against the dirt, but he has me locked, pinned, owned.
“That’s it,” he growls, teeth scraping my ear. “I’ll break you on my cock. You’ll come again, and again, until there’s nothing left.”
My whole body convulses, nerves firing like live wires as I come undone around him. I think that’s it—I think I’ll collapse into the dirt and never move again. But Killian still doesn’t stop.
He hammers into me, dragging every clench, every spasm from my pussy like he’s mining me for more pleasure. The hand not busy between my legs rips open the ties of my corset and frees my breasts, alternatively pinching my nipples, and I let out a strangled sob, caught between agony and ecstasy.
“Don’t fight it, sweetheart,” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear. “You’ve got more for me. Give it to me.”
I shake my head, gasping. “I c—can’t!”
But the lie shatters on another scream when the second orgasm rips through me, brutal and sharp. He pushes me back down, and I scrabble for purchase, my limbs useless, as my body seizes around his cock, soaking us both.
He laughs darkly, feral, and drives deeper. My legs give out completely, but his iron grip holds me locked to him. The overstimulation burns, sparks ricocheting through me until I don’t know if I’m crying or moaning, splaying my upper body over my red cloak as I let him move me this way and that like a rag doll.
“That’s two,” he growls, his tone triumphant. “But you’re not done, Red. Not until I say so.”
Killian starts slapping my clit with filthy sounds that are too loud in the quiet of the forest, too obscene, making my hips kick back into him no matter what my head wants. My pussy betrays me again, tightening greedily around him, and another orgasm claws its way up before I can even breathe.
The third peak hits like lightning, blinding me, tearing me apart. I gush around his cock as my thighs tremble, but Killian keeps me pinned and takes every last quake.
“That’s it,” he snarls, fucking me through the convulsions, sweat dripping from his jaw onto my cheek. “One more. I’ll tear it out of you if I have to.”
“Killian, please,” I sob, my voice wrecked. “I can’t take it anymore.”
But he doesn’t stop. It’s like he can’t.
“Yes, you can,” he growls, his hand sliding up to wrap tight around my throat, tilting my head back so his pale eyes can burn into mine. He wiped off most of the paint, revealing smudged, tanned skin. “One more for me, sweetheart. Open those pretty legs and give me everything.”
I can only shake my head weakly, tears streaking down my temples, but my body obeys his orders. His thumb presses into my clit with ruthless precision, each thrust angled to grind him against that spot deep inside me. The pressure builds sharp and hot, unbearable, unbelievable, and then it detonates.
