“Please,” she begs, trying to pull him away from where he suckles at her aching sex. “I need you. Your…your…”
He sits back, mouth glistening. “Say it.”
Red suffuses her face. “Your cock. I want you to…to…fuck me.” The curse feels odd coming from her lips, but she knows he likes the sound of it.
“Fuck,” he growls, climbing over her again, his hard cock slapping against her lower stomach. He rolls the mask down, covering his mouth once more. Minnie wonders if her juices will soak into the fabric. That feels like a victory.
Her legs shake with anticipation now, her blood hot and ready for what she knows comes next.
With large, tattooed hands gripping her thighs, Gage pushes forward, sliding his erection against her slit, reveling in the sensation of hunger growing between them. Need, rising higher. The hardness of him thrills her, and she loves the slide of his erection between her lower lips.
Up and down he goes, stroking his sex against hers, making them both cry out with need. More precum gushes forth, dribbling down his erection in rivulets.
Then, he angles himself and pushes forward, making Minnie gasp soundlessly, eyes closed.
The stretch of him joining his body to hers is ecstasy, augmented by the feel of the piercings on his large endowment.Each nub presses against her, tingling her senses, pressing her sweet spot deliciously. Fire roars through her body without pause. She can almost hear the bells of heaven, somewhere in the distance. It won’t take Minnie long tonight, no indeed.
She’s so close already, and he’s barely inside her. Her insides quiver around him, clutching hungrily.
Wordless but for his name on her lips, Minnie sighs, eyes fluttering closed. “Oh, Gage.”
It’s the first time she’s said his name since he first walked in the door, and he has a visceral reaction. His voice softens measurably as he leans down to say her name with more adoration than Minnie can fathom. “Minnie.Baby.”
It’s like the first time she ever gave herself to him.
Perfect. Thrilling.Exhilarating.
When he finally begins to move within her, pleasure compounds.
The sound of her wetness around his length is lewd, bringing a flush to Minnie’s cheeks. Chasing her desire, she rolls her hips eagerly against his, taking what she needs, owning this scene. The Skull Mask isn’t in charge of her anymore; she’s reclaiming her confidence.
Minnie is reclaiming herself, and she’s claiming this man for her own.
“Oh,mhmm,” she moans, just at the edge of oblivion.
“Yeah,” he grunts, thrusting deep. “So fucking good.”
Gage grips her hips with both of his hands, changing her angle just so, his piercings nudging against a sensitive place within that makes Minnie gasp and see stars. Again and again, his body crashes into hers, the ocean of desire rising higher.
“I’m,oh, gosh,” Minnie whispers, clutching at him as though he is her last lifeline. The edge is so close, she could simply tip into oblivion.
“I’m close, too,” the Mask tells her roughly. The firm length of him seems to throb with each sound she utters. “Wait for me, princess.”
There is no waiting, not when the bell of surreal desire finally rings true.
Without warning, Minnie’s release comes like a shockwave, slamming through her as she gasps his name, clutching at his broad shoulders. He is all that ties her to earth. The Skull Mask is looking down at her, blurring into what she knows to be Gage. She’s taken her fear and turned it into something else.
She’s taken charge of it.
The sound of her name on his tongue is heavenly as he groans, his head coming down to the crook of her neck as he spills inside of her, his hips grinding against her own. It’s as if he cannot find a way to be close enough. “Princess,” he croons into her ear, his arms encircling her in a cocoon of safety. “Oh, baby. So good.”
The mask of her nightmares might be beside her in the sex-mussed bed, but the man within itbelongs to her.
Minnie closes her eyes, feeling near to peace, and enjoys the warmth of his body against hers.
When the sound of their heavy breathing begins to fade, the Skull Mask asks dryly, “Not to ruin the mood, but can I take this damn thing off now? I’msweatin’like a pig.”
No longer is there any difference between him and the mask he wears. His voice is Gage. He’s wearing a mask, and Gage is in love with her. He’s not who he was in the past.
