Her lip trembles against a smirk, and she mutters, “Prove it.”
My blood roars, my restraint shatters as my knees sinkinto the mattress, mask still in place, ready to show her exactly what happens when you dare me.
She falls back against the bed, propped on her elbows, hair wild around her face. Her chest is heaving, eyes wide but gleaming, that wicked little grin pulling at her mouth like she knows she’s got me by the balls.
I climb onto the mattress, my knees sinking into the comforter. My cock straining against my sweats, every nerve in me lit like fire.
She laughs, breathless. “You look ridiculous.”
I tilt my head, voice dropping to a dark rasp through the mask. “You said Ghostface was hot, dollface. Don’t backtrack now.”
Her plump lips part, biting her bottom lip as her eyes trail down my body, and I feel it hit me deep in the gut, the way she’s looking at me.
Hungry.
I reach out, hooking my fingers under her ankle and drag her toward me. She squeals as her nails dig into the comforter, but she doesn’t try to stop me.
“Still think I’m ridiculous?” I murmur, settling between her legs, leaning over her. The plastic of the mask nudges her cheek as I grind my cock against her clothed core.
Her breath stutters, but she smirks up at me. “Maybe a little.”
I groan, rutting harder, the friction almost enough to undo me already. “Fuck, baby, you’re gonna kill me.”
Her hands slide up my chest, fingertips brushing my skin, daring me. “Then take the mask off.”
“No.” My voice comes out sharp and desperate. “You’re gonna take it like this first. You asked for it. Chase me, you said. Now I’m gonna ruin you.”
She sucks in a sharp inhale, and her thighs tighten around me.
I tug her jeans down, tearing at the denim. Her underwear’s soaked, and when I press my fingers against her through the thin fabric, she lets out the sweetest, filthiest moan I’ve ever heard.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe behind the mask, pressing harder, rubbing slow circles until she’s squirming beneath me. “You’re already dripping for me.”
“Mav—” she gasps, nails clawing at my shoulders.
I shove the mask harder against her face, leaning in close so she feels the plastic drag against her skin. “Say it again,” I growl. “Tell me you think Ghostface is hot.”
Her laugh turns into a moan, head tilting back. “He’s hot—fuck?—”
I slide her underwear aside and thrust two fingers inside her tight pussy, curling deep. “Who’s hotter?”
She gasps, hips bucking against my hand. “Y-you.”
“Damn right,” I snarl, pumping into her faster, as my thumb works her clit while the mask dips down to drag across her jaw. “Nobody’s gonna make you fall apart like me, baby. Nobody.”
Her cries get louder, wilder, the sound bouncing off the walls. I’m losing my mind, cock aching, sweat dripping down my temple under the mask.
She finally shatters around my fingers, trembling, gasping my name. I know I won’t stop until she’s screaming it all night long.
Her body’s still trembling from the first orgasm, her nails leaving half-moons in my shoulders, but I’m not close to done. Not when I’ve been starving for this, for her.
I slowly pull my fingers out and bring them to the mask’s mouth. I lift the mask, licking my fingers clean ofher, my tongue dragging against both fingers, savoring the way she tastes as a groan escapes me, vibrating low in my chest.
She stares at me, pupils blown, lips parted, and it makes my cock throb so hard I swear I’ll rip through my sweats.
“Goddamn, dollface,” I rasp, settling lower on the bed. “I could never get tired of tasting you.”
Before she can throw another smartass comment, I yank her underwear down, and before I bury my face between her thighs, I throw the mask off. I can’t take it anymore; I want her to look at me. My tongue slides over her clit, lapping, sucking, devouring like I’ve been starved.
