Page 28 of My Masked Stalker
I almost purr when his slick skin slides against mine, his legs trapping me from either side, his dick pressing against my lower back.
“Lean forward,” he murmurs, and I obey without hesitation. I hear a bottle opening, then smell vanilla at the same time as a dollop of colder liquid hits my back. Killian’s calloused hands start rubbing soothing circles into my skin, and when he presses in a bit harder, I moan, my head lolling on my shoulders.
Chuckling, he starts massaging in earnest. “You’re my little kitten, aren’t you? Mine to take care of.”
I sigh happily, for a moment forgetting I just got chased through a corn maze by this man, followed by the dark woods, where he literally ensnared me. Then his hands start moving lower, over my sides, slickening up my breasts. He adds more oil and tugs on my nipples, twisting them until I’m pushing my ass back against him.
Killian laughs darkly and presses down on my shoulders until I’m braced on my hands. I hear him squeeze more liquid into his hands, then feel it hit my lower back, where it starts to slide down where I need it. His fingertips start rubbing the oil over my opening, gently pressing inside. Then he breaches me up to a knuckle and I breathe out a gust of air.
“Easy, baby. I’ve only just begun.”
His voice makes my insides clench, and he must feel it too, because he huffs out another laugh. Soon, he’s stretching me with one finger, then two, scissoring them inside me. I’m panting now, pushing back against the dark pleasure his hand is bringing me.
“Is that good, sweetheart?” Killian asks. “You like me fingering this tight asshole?”
“Yes,” I moan like a hussy, completely shameless, giving in to my need. “More, please.”
It’s not long until Killian’s knuckles are slamming against my crevice, and I’m all but drooling from the pleasure.
“Could you…” I whisper, but he must hear me, because he stops what he’s doing and leans in.
“Could I what, Red?”
I squeeze my eyes shut, though he can’t see my face right now anyway.
“Could you put your cock into my pussy while you do that?”
Killian growls and slaps my ass with his free hand. “You’re fucking perfect, Emily. My perfect little slut.”
Before I can prepare, he’s in both my holes up to the last knuckles, fucking them simultaneously. Now I really am drooling, the pressure inside me building faster than it ever has. It almost feels dangerous in its intensity, and my pulse goes wild as I get the urge to bear down and push.
“Oh, god, Killian!” I scream as the first wave hits me like a freight train, taking over my senses.
Vaguely, I hear splashing and my stalker’s satisfied groan. “Fuck yeah, baby, squirt for me.”
I’m still clenching when Killian replaces the hand in my pussy with his cock, pushing through the resistance, making it hurt because I really am sore, but fuck it if I care right now.
“Like this, Emily?” he asks savagely, his fingers fucking my ass as he grinds his cock inside my pussy. He can’t get the same angle as before, but it’s enough for my first orgasm to transition into a second, longer one.
“Please,” I slur when my ears stop ringing.
“Please, what?” he asks, punctuating the question with another slap.
“Oh! Please! Fuck my ass, Killian,” I beg shamelessly.
“Fuck, yes,” he growls. “I’m gonna fill this little hole with my cum just like I did your pussy.”
His filthy words bring on another aftershock, and my whole body shudders. I hear him squeeze the bottle of oil again, and then the tip of his cock is against my butt. Impatiently, I wiggle back, helping him breach that first, tight ring.
“Easy, baby, you’ll hurt yourself,” he chastises me, his fingers digging into my hips as he holds me still.
“No,” I whine, sitting back on his lap until he’s fully inside me.
“Ffffuuuuck,” he hisses, his hands clenching, bruising me, his cock twitching inside my ass. “You’re so fucking hot, Emily. Fuck yourself on my dick.”
Needing no further invitation, I start rocking against him, riding him reverse cowgirl as he tunnels into my ass. I know the moment my stalker’s control snaps. Killian lifts my body up, forcing me to grab hold of the tub’s edges for balance as he pistons up into me, brutal and unrelenting. The oil makes every thrust glide deeper, hotter, stretching me until I’m gasping, my body caught between scalding water and the burn of his cock splitting me open.
“Killian! Oh god!” I cry, but he only growls, chest vibrating against my slick back as he folds me forward.
