I gasp at his roughness, but can already feel myself responding.
And then, all of a sudden, he catches me by the hips and spins me around so I’m facing the bed once more. His hand slips to the middle of my shoulderblades, pressing me down slightly.
“Let me see that perfect pussy,” he murmurs, and I glance around to see him sinking to his knees behind me. He lets out a deep growl of appreciation as he parts my thighs, planting my heels into the floor a few feet apart so he has all the access he needs.
“Look at how slick you are for me already,” he continues, as he rubs his fingers along the outside of my folds. I suck in a sharp breath, the sudden stimulation sending a shock of arousal through my entire system.
I feel the warmth of his breath on my pussy, close enough to make my toes curl in my heels. I crane my neck slightly, trying to get a better look at him. But, before I can, his voice comes from between my legs, so certain that I’m left no room to argue.
“Eyes forward. Hands on the bed beside you. And spread your legs for me.”
I do as I’m told, my body responding to him like it’s the most natural thing in the world. I hear some movement behind me, and then all of a sudden, the warmth of his breath turns into the warmth of his tongue as he swirls it around my slit.
I whimper into the bed, my knees trembling as I try to hold myself upright.Fuck, that feels so good.
His stubble grazes the insides of my thighs as he massages my ass with one hand and holds me in place with the other, his tongue caressing between my folds until he finds my clit. My back arches involuntarily, giving him all the access he needs, and he takes the invitation to slip two fingers inside of me,stimulating me from the inside and outside at the same moment. The pleasure swells in my lower belly, and I want nothing more than to sneak a look over my shoulder to watch him while he goes down on me, but I stick to the rules.
I grip the covers around me, trying to drive my urges to something else entirely, and gasp as he coaxes his fingers against the slight ridge within my pussy, a sparkling shock of sensation rushing through every nerve-ending in my body.
“Fuck, you taste as good as I knew you would,” he murmurs, and I groan, my hips stirring at the air as I silently plead with him to give me more.
I’m sure I hear him chuckle slightly as he watches me, so desperate for him I’m willing to do just about anything. He plants his mouth against me once more, coaxing me further and further into pleasure. Downstairs, the rest of the partygoers are utterly blind to what’s happening up here.
Once he seems satisfied he’s left me wet enough for what comes next, he rises to his feet, and I turn to look at him. This time, he slips his hand to the back of my neck, guiding my head so I can look into the large mirror sitting opposite us. The look in my eyes is unlike any I’ve ever seen before.
Granted, it’s not like I’ve ever done something like this in front of a mirror, but the need in my eyes looks almost mad.
“I want you to watch yourself while I fuck you,” he murmurs, as he adjusts his mask, making sure that I can’t see his face. My heart flips. It’s so thrilling, giving myself over to him like this without so much as knowing his name or what he looks like.
Dangerous, sure, but that’s what turns me on so much. There’s nothing he could do to me right now that I wouldn’t be able totake, at least, that’s how it feels, as he slowly unzips his pants and draws his erection into his hand.
Even the glimpse of it I catch in the mirror, I can tell he’s big—bigger than anyone else in my short sexual history. But, for some reason, it doesn’t intimidate me. I lift my hips to him slightly, and he slips an arm around my waist, pulling me up closer to him, until I can feel the nudge of his cock at my entrance.
“Fuck, you think you can take me, pretty girl?” he asks me, as his hand roams appreciatively over my ass and thighs. I nod, but, just like downstairs, that’s not enough to sate him.
“Tell me,” he orders me, his voice low. “Tell me that you can take this.”
“I... I can take this,” I groan. “I want this. Please...”
He grins again. “I love to hear you beg, pretty girl,” he growls to me, as he rubs the head of his cock along my slit a few times. “Let me hear it again.”
“Please,” I whimper, hardly having to put on an act at all as I beg for him to give me what I need so badly. “Please, I want to feel you inside of me...”
He mutters a curse under his breath, and, finally, he pushes forward, plunging his full length inside of me in one motion.
My head snaps up, the shock of the fullness making my body tremble for a moment. But, as I draw in a deep breath, it softens to pleasure, and my head sinks down to the bed as I grow used to the sensation of his cock filling me completely.
“That’s it,” he coaxes me softly, clearly enjoying my reaction, running his hands over my hips and ass. “You look so pretty with my cock inside you...”
His words draw another rush of desire through my system, and I find myself pushing back against him, back arching to draw him in even deeper. I’ve never felt anything like this before in my life, and it makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up in the best way. He slips his hand along my spine, pushing it into my hair, and tugs slightly, drawing my head back.
“Oh, God,” I moan, as he begins to move inside of me, taking me in long, slow strokes that sends pleasure building in the deepest parts of me. I can’t do anything other than hang on to the bed for dear life, determined to take every inch of him, his thrusts coursing out through my entire body at once.
“Let me hear you,” he growls, his voice throaty as he commands me again.
I part my lips once more, not holding back, and the sound that escapes them is unlike anything I’ve heard out of my own mouth before—almost animalistic, like he has unlocked a part of me that never existed till this moment. He drives himself deep again, and I catch sight of us in the mirror, his hips flush with mine.
And I watch, just like that, as he continues to fuck me on the hotel bed. Our masks are still in place, and I might not be able to make out the expression on his face, but I can see it written through every inch of his body—the way his hand tenses as he grips on to me, the spiderweb laced around his fingers flexing as he grasps on to my ass. His breath is already starting to come harder and faster now, and it’s clear he’s not going to be able to hold back much longer.
