Page 88 of Madness Behind the Mask
As she stands, I slide my hands down her legs, trailing goosebumps along her skin. The skirt of her dress starts to fall, covering her, and I frown. “Holdyourdress up at your waist,” I snap, “or we don’t have a deal. I want to watch you take them off.”
She glares down at me as I keep both my hands around her ankles. I can see the fire on her tongue, the want to tell me to go to hel, but instead, she simply bends down and gathers up the fabric in her good hand.
As she does so, her boobs sway, and I lean up to suck one into my mouth. She jerks up before I can properly lavish it with my tongue, and I smirk as I lie back down. She might act like she’s cold towards me, but I can see the hardening of her nipple already, smell the strengthening desire in her pussy.
I lick the tip of a fang, impatient to taste her already.
“Take them off,” I say, delighting in giving her orders, in controlling a woman of such fire.
Placing her broken hand across the bunched fabric, holding it as best as she can with her forearm pinned to her stomach, she reaches down with the other and quickly pulls down herunderwear. Igroan at the sight of her wethairypussy.The lips of them are closed...for now, but they will soon spread beneath my tongue.
“You’re practically dripping,” I rasp as I stare up at her soaked thighs. “When’s the last time you came?”
My lioness blushes, and my cock jumps at the words she doesn’t say. “You’ve never…?”
Ignoring me, she tries to turn so she can complete the second part of our deal, but I grab hold of her left ankle with my right hand. “Keep your feet plantedhere.”
“Then how –”
“Bend.”
She tenses, no doubt imagining what I’ll be able to see. Her standing over me, her legs spread as she bends down to wrap her underweararoundmy cock.
“You can kneel if it’s too far for you,” I tease, stroking my thumb across her skin. My cock jumps at the idea of her pussy being that close to my face.
She starts to bend down, her legs ramrod straight, and I am torn between looking up to watch her pussy spread for me or looking at her hands as she digs my cock out of my pants and wraps her red rayon fabric around it. My gaze flicks quickly between the two before landing on my cock. I’ll have all the time to stare at her pretty open pussy in a second.
She undoes my belt, struggling with her one hand, and I see the moment she decides to drop the skirt of her dress and obscure my vision. “You do that and I’ll have to keep myself entertained another way,” I murmur, leaning up to kiss the back of her knee.
She tenses, her hand on my belt stilling. Then it pulls sharply, tugging and yanking onthe strap of leatheruntil finally it’s free, and she’s undoing my button and pulling down my zipper to fish out my hard cock.
I lift my hips for her to tug down my under shorts. My cock springs free as soon as the elastic passes them, andI glance up to see her pussy clench. A drip of her cum trails down herblack curls to herthigh, andIgrowl low in my chest, needing to have her on my tongue already.
“I want my cock inside them,” I say, tearing my gaze back to her hand. “I want it to touch the same spot your pussy rubs against.”
She does as I say, no doubt hoping that’s the last thing I’ll demand of her. But as she tries to straighten, I slam both my forearms into the back of her knees, forcing them to bend. She hits the ground, her palms slamming beside my shins, her pussy over my chest, and I grab her hips to haul her back to my face.
She starts to turn, no doubt to try to stop me, so I wrap an arm around her ass, banding her to me, lift my head, and slide my tongue between her lips in one long lick.
Gods, she tastes so fuckinggood.
She moans, her thighs clenching as her upper body sags against me. Grabbing her good hand with my free one, I wrap it around my cock, on top of her underwear, pulling the fabric tight against my head. I groan, knowing I’m touching the same place her pussy does, feeling the slick wetness rubbing against my tip. My precum mixes with hers as I use her to pump myself, my hips lifting as my tongue begins its second stroke.
Shejerksaboveme, her pussy clenching, and I lick her again, long slow strokes that build hersweettaste on my tongue.She squeezes my cock hard, digs her nails in as I jerk her hand up and down. The sharp cuts of pain make my balls grow tight. I’m already so close to the edge, the build-up of her fighting me, of her inevitable surrender having pushed me to the cusp of orgasm.
I groan into her pussy lips as she tries to jerk her hand away, no doubt realizing that her little nails are doing nothing to stop me. She grunts, pitiful attempts to hide her whimpers as she struggles against my grip. I push my panties-wrapped cock through her fist, my hips lifting with every thrust. My pleasure building. My need to fuck her hard and fast at war with my desire to make her come for the first time.
Straining my muscles, I keep myself beneath her, keep my hand on hers rather than shoving it into her hair and yanking her mouth down on my cock as I roll her under me so I can pummel her deep and hard until she no longer breathes.
I groan at the imagination of her choking around me, at the spit rolling down her chin as she gurgles and gags.
“Fuck, Sau,” I rasp as I finally bury my tongue into her pussy. “You’re going to make me come already.”
She clenches around me, and my cock jerks as I realize she’s just as close. Just as on the edge even though she’s fighting it. She’s such a dirty little whore deep down, and the knowledge that I’m the onlyonewho knows this has my balls drawing tight enough to hurt.
I see her.
The real her.
