Page 58 of My Masked Shadow
I blush, but don’t answer his question. Instead, I say, “Ethan, please. Fuck me.”
“Oh, hell, Barbara,” he growls. His fingers roughly pull my panties aside. He aims his cock with his other hand, still glistening from being in my mouth. A new pearl of precum has already formed at the tip, making my mouth jealous of my pussy.
Ethan notches his dick at my entrance and pushes in with three sharp thrusts. “Is this what you wanted, baby? My cock stretching you open?”
I nod with a whimper, ready to ride him. But his hands clamp down on my hips.
“Tell me, Barbara,” he says menacingly. “Tell me, or you don’t get to come.”
“Yes!” I scream loudly. “I want your cock filling me up all the time.”
Outside, murmurs grow louder, questioning. Caleb’s voice follows, low and dismissive. I can’t bring myself to care. Ethan finally lets me move, his hands encouraging me up and down on his rod.
“You’re on top, firecracker,” he whispers. “Make yourself feel good.”
With a whimper, I lean back, experimenting with angles until I feel his cockhead hit spots that set my nerves on fire. “There.”
“There, baby? You’re gonna come for me if I fuck you like this?”
“Yes, Ethan,” I manage to say, knowing by now he wants the words.
“Yeah, you are. You’re gonna let everyone know how good you feel. Who’s making you feel so good, too.”
My face is on fire, but I keep riding him, my hips working myself on his dick, chasing the peak I so desperately need. I feel myself climbing higher and higher, almost there…
When I can’t seem to relax enough to come, I let out a frustrated mewl.
“Don’t worry, little bee. I know what you need,” Ethan says confidently, his voice stroking me like a second pair of hands.
He reaches for my pussy. At first, I think he wants me to ride his fist. But then he takes my clit between his index and middle fingers, pinching it hard between the knuckles.
“W—what are you doing?” I squeak, my hips stuttering right alongside my words.
“Who said you can stop fucking me?” he asks mildly.
“It hurts,” I complain, swiveling my hips back and forth, his hand coming along for the ride.
“Not for long,” he promises. Lust is like a green fire in his eyes as they roam over my face and my body, straying often to where we’re joined. I’m so mesmerized by it that I don’t notice when the pinch fades away to a numbness.
I continue riding him, his breathing growing faster, his cock starting to twitch inside me. He’s close too.
“Are you ready to come with me, firecracker?”
“I—”
He lets my clit go. At first, nothing happens. Then blood rushes back to it, and my head kicks back. My mouth opens on a silent scream that turns into a wail of pleasure when the first wave of my orgasm hits.
“That’s it, Barbara,” Ethan says through clenched teeth. “Tell them who you belong to. Tell them who’s making you come.”
“Ethan!” I scream, slumping forward with the next burst of ecstasy. His hands grab my hips as he pistons up into me.
“Barbara,” he moans, pulling me in so hard my pussy twinges in protest. He really is balls deep inside me now, unloading his cum as deep as it can go.
For long minutes, all I can do is moan weakly as he keeps our bodies locked together. When he starts kissing my neck and shoulders, I gather the energy to pull back. His face looks somehow softer, free of tension, his eyes heavy-lidded and content.
“That was amazing,” I breathe, stroking his cheek with my thumb.
His signature smirk appears. “I know,” he says smugly.
