Page 77 of In The Dark
“I’m scared,” she whispers.
“I’m going to fuck you with the mask on first so you can relax. After I get you off the first time, I’m going to track you down in the woods. And when I do, angel, I’m not going to be nice.”
She shivers against me, her head dropping into the crook of my shoulder. Her eyes flutter closed when I pinch her nipple over her shirt, a soft sigh escaping her when I move to the other side.
“Is that promise?” she asks, grinding her hips against me. I’m already hard, my cock straining against my pants, and I groan when she drags her ass down my length. “I’d hate to be disappointed.”
“When have I ever disappointed you?” I practically kick open the front door and drag her inside. Not wanting to waste time, I lift her off the ground, throwing her over my should. She squeals and I give her backside a hard smack, smiling when she whines on the walk to my room. “You’ve never complained.”
“I never will.”
I drop her carefully on my mattress and look down at her. Her eyes are wide, her lipstick is slightly smudged. Her skin is flushed, and I’m so turned on just by the sight of her.
“I’m going to put the mask on outside the room to play into the illusion of you not knowing who I might be,” I say. “Is that okay with you?”
“Yes,” she says, scooting back to the pillows. “That will make this so much hotter.”
“Do you remember your safe word?”
“Book.”
“Good girl.” I bend and kiss her, the last bit of gentleness I’ll show her until after we finish. “Take off your shirt and your pants. I want you to touch yourself until I get back.”
Max is quick to listen, and I stare at her black lingerie greedily. I can’t believe I get to have her like this: vulnerable. Willing. She’s my perfect girl, and I’m mesmerized when she runs her hands up her body. When she pulls down the cups of her bra so she can pinch her nipples.
“Go,” she breathes out, gasping as she twists her fingers. “I’m already so wet, Hunter.”
I make a pitstop in my closet, grabbing the mask I bought for Halloween a couple years back. I blow her a kiss and she giggles, her fingers dipping into her underwear when I slip out of the room.
Patiently waiting is almost fucking impossible, but I tug the mask on over my hair and fix it so my eyes are lined up with the holes cut out for viewing. I resist the urge to shove my hand down my jeans and fist my cock, knowing her cunt is going to be even better.
I count to one hundred and move back to the door, opening it quietly. Max has her legs spread, thighs tipped wide, and I watch her pump her fingers in and out of her pussy. Her eyes are closed. She hasn’t realized I’m here yet, and I lean against the wall, watching her.
Her moans are soft, breathy little gulps of air when she touches her clit over the lace. She sighs, pleased, and I take a step toward her.
“Sit up,” I say, and her eyes fly open. Her lips part in fear, in lust, I don’t know, but she complies, arching her back off thepillows. “Get to the end of the bed and spread your legs.” Max stares at me, gaze raking over my body. She lingers on the mask, her chest heaving when I cross my arms and look down at her. “Now, or I’ll move you myself.”
The warning kicks her into high gear. She scrambles across the mattress, her feet resting on the floor. I hum my approval and position myself in front of her, grabbing her chin.
“I said spread your legs,” I tell her, and she doesn’t try to hold back her groan. Her knees open with a shaky exhale, and I shove them farther apart. “There we go. Hold your underwear to the side. I went to see how wet you are for a guy you don’t even know.”
Max’s fingers shake as she hooks them around the fabric of her underwear. She pulls the lace to the side, whining when I drop to my knees and blow a hot breath against her clit.
“Drenched. I’m not surprised.” I run a finger along her slit and bring it to my mouth, tasting her on my tongue. “Do you get wet for everyone, Max? Or is it only the mask that does it for you?”
“I like the mask,” she whispers, like she’s embarrassed to admit it.
“What was that?” I shove two fingers in her pussy, sliding my hand over her mouth when she cries out. “When I ask you a question, you need to speak up.”
“I like the mask,” she says louder against my palm. Her hips swivel, chasing the friction I know she’s craving, but I don’t give it to her. “Please.”
“Please what?” I climb onto the bed behind her, my legs framing hers. I rest a hand on her stomach, the other tangling in her hair, tilting her head to the side so I have access to her neck. “Please give you more? Please fill you up? Please make you come? You’re going to have to be specific, Max.”
“All of the above.” She relaxes her back against my chest. Her palms sit on my thighs and I lift my hip, letting my cock rub her ass. “I want you, whoever you are, to make me come.”
“That wasn’t difficult, was it?” I yank her underwear to the side and touch her clit, ripping it in the process. “What makes you a whore for masked men, Max? Is it because you can pretend it’s someone you shouldn’t?”
“I like feeling like I’m doing something bad. It could be anyone under there. My boyfriend. Not my boyfriend. Someone I’ve never met.” Her gasp is sharp when I push three fingers inside her, my palm facing up. “The possibilities are endless.”
