Page 37 of My Masked Shadow
He lets loose a savage growl. “My favorite fucking words, baby.”
Knowing what I need better than I do, he leans over me again and reaches under to where we’re joined, his fingers quicklyfinding my clit. He takes the achy nub between two fingers and starts rubbing with alternating, scissoring motions.
Fifteen seconds is all I need to reach the peak; his cock, the dildo in my ass, his fingers on my clit, the whole chase, and the atmosphere—nothing has ever felt so good.
“Ethan,” I whimper his name again, the tension inside me ready to snap.
“Fuck, yeah, Barbara. Come for me. Show me who owns you. Show me you’re mine.”
My back arches up as the orgasm rushes through me like a freight train. My muscles contract and release, making my limbs twitch, my pussy and ass clenching around both intrusions so hard it hurts. Liquid splashes onto the floor beneath us as I squirt for the second time in my life.
“Shit. You’re killing me, firecracker. Give me more.”
Ethan’s voice sounds like it’s coming from a tunnel far away, my mind flying somewhere in space where there are twinkling bursts of light and colorful nebulae.
I register that he’s still thrusting, still pinching my clit, carrying on like he didn’t just transport me to another world on the DP Express.
“Stop,” I moan weakly, trying to squirm away from the onslaught, my pussy too sensitive, begging for a break.
“I say when you get to stop coming, Barbara,” he says menacingly. “Now, I said I want more.”
16
ETHAN
I’m not done with Barbara.
She said I didn’t last long earlier? We’ll see if she can stay conscious for as long as I want to keep giving her orgasms now.
“End program,” I murmur to the system even as I continue my onslaught on my firecracker’s pussy. The warehouse changes immediately, the sounds dying off, low ambient lighting replacing the projections on the ceiling and walls.
Next, I reach for Barbara’s goggles with my free hand, carefully unstrapping them, making sure none of her blonde strands get stuck in the clasps before throwing the headset aside.
Reluctantly, I pull out and flip her onto her back. The way she blinks up at me, coming back to reality after the sim—it’s priceless. Her eyes widen when she catches sight of me as I really am—an enhanced version of the hacker mask she got in photo exchanges withSeb, dress shirt torn open, hard cock jutting out of my open slacks, glistening with her juices and mine.
I sit back on my heels, my knees in the puddle she made when she came, spread her legs, and pull her into my lap with her head still on the floor.
I grab my cock. I need to get back inside her.
Barbara moans weakly when I push in, feeling the extra resistance the dildo in her ass provides with every conquered inch.
“Ethan… too much,” she complains, her head lolling to the side. She’s high on endorphins, head in the clouds, body too sensitive.
“Not enough,” I whisper. “I’ll never get enough of you, firecracker.”
I start fucking her again, moving her body on my dick like she’s just my toy, a receptacle for my cum. Her tits bounce with the motions, the flimsy bra doing nothing to keep them in place. Impatiently, I reach over to pull the cups down, feasting my eyes on her hardened nipples.
My balls start tightening fast, and I know I’ll need to take another break soon—time to make my firecracker come again. I angle her body until her eyes fly wide open on the next thrust.
There it is. That’s the spot.
“Time to come for me again, little bee.”
“N—no, please…” she protests even as her hands reach for her breasts to pull on her nipples.
I’m pretty sure it’s obvious to both of us you love it when I fuck you, firecracker.
I spit on her pussy and run my fingers through the mess, rubbing it all over her swollen clit. It’s hot under my fingertips, and I swear I can feel her erratic heartbeat in it. I start rubbing it in tight circles as my hips thrust up shallowly, just enough to nudge against her G-spot.
