Page 39 of Masked in Deception
Rage like nothing I’ve ever felt before boils inside me.She could’ve had me. She could’ve had romance and passion and love. Like the last night we spent together.But no. She let me make love to her all night, then went to Paris and fucked her way around Europe.
I’m pretty sure you did the same thing, Jack. Except for way longer than two years. And pretty sureyousent her there, you incel.Ugh, sex angel, go die in a hole.
That’s fine. She doesn’t want a man to live and breathe by her, praying to her with every word her body draws from his lips, worshipping at the altar of Margot. So I won’t give her that.
If she wants a stranger she’ll never see again to fuck her senseless, that’s exactly what I’ll do. If she wants us to be nothing, that's exactly what I’ll treat her like. Thinking back to the preferences I reviewed once we matched, I realize I have plenty of motivation to give her exactly what the fuck she wants.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I command, dropping my voice to disguise it.
Her hands go to her hips in a stance of defiance, brows furrowed in confusion, but she remains vertical.
Leaning forward, I rest my elbows on my knees and tilt my head slightly before repeating myself. “I said. Get. On. Your. Hands. And. Knees.”
To my surprise, she obeys, slowly falling to her knees and then to her hands. I let her stay like that for a moment longer than I should, reveling in my victory, before leaning back in the chairand stretching my legs out in front of me as I cross my hands behind my head.
“Crawl to me.”
The image of her obeying will replay in my head until the day I die. Her black pumps are still on her feet, hair down and falling over one shoulder, framing one side of her face. Her gaze is locked on mine, a mix of lust and defiance so intense I almost feel it’s going to burn my mask off. She’s in no hurry, hips swaying side to side, following my command but making no attempt to be quick about it.
When she makes it to where I’m sitting, she sits back on her knees like it’s the most natural thing in the world, like she’s done this a hundred times before. The thought of her letting even one other man fuck her reignites the anger that I had momentarily forgotten about while I watched in awe as this siren made her way to me.
She’s still staring up at me, and the lace of her mask doesn’t do shit to conceal those big fucking ocean eyes. I used to always be the guy to dry up any tears that would spill from them, butfuckdo I look forward to putting them there now.
“Take out my cock.”
I’m still sitting with my arms behind my head while I watch as she reaches down and makes quick work of getting my belt off and pants undone before reaching into my boxers and releasing my rock-hard dick.
Her gasp brings a smirk to my face, but she isn’t looking up to see how her reaction affects me. I know her gasp isn’t one of recognition, and honestly, it doesn’t surprise me, since she didn’t get this close to it last time. No, her surprise is either due to my sheer size or the fact that she hasn’t seen a cut dick from the European fuckers she’s been screwing lately.I can definitely work with that.
I grab my cock and slap it on her cheek, hard enough to sting a little, before bringing it back to where her full lips are closed shut.
“Suck.”
When she doesn’t open her mouth, I use my other hand to wrap around her throat and squeeze.Hard.“Either open that whore mouth and suck on my cock or I’ll open it myself,” I practically growl.
Hatred flashes in her eyes as she keeps them locked on me, but she slowly takes me into her perfect fucking mouth and sucks harder than I imagined possible.
Fuck this bitch for knowing how to suck a dick this good.
I’m done letting her perform for me like she has for who knows how many men.
Before she can pull back to breathe, I let go of my cock and grab the back of her head, shoving myself down her throat, and begin fucking into her. To my satisfaction, tears stream down her face, the black from her mascara staining her cheeks.
She finally manages to push herself away from me, and she’s sitting on the floor, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.
“Get up and present yourself for me on the couch.”
My patience wavers when she disobeys me again, so I intervene this time, picking her up off the floor and tossing her down on one of the deep couches.
“I’m getting tired of repeating myself. Put your ass up in the fucking air and wait for me to get this goddamn condom on.”
She’s shaking as she gets on her hands and knees, pushing her ass up as she arches her back, allowing me a look at the hole cut out of the crotch of her bodysuit. I’m not sure if I’m more turned on by that or disappointed that I won’t have a reason to rip it all off.
With the condom on, I fix my attention on the perfect little hole I’m about to obliterate. It’s still the most beautiful goddamn pussy I’ve ever seen, and it infuriates me that other men have had the pleasure to do exactly what I am right now, staring at this delicacy as I line my cock up to sink inside it.I wonder if any of them took her bare…
She’s still shaking as I ease my head in, and against every instinct I have to sheath myself completely in one violent thrust, I allow her a moment to give me her safe word, but it never comes.
So I let go, fucking into her with a force so brutal I’m sure I’ll bruise her cervix. Her screams echo in the room, and for the first time in my entire life, they give me chills from exhilaration instead of horror.
