Page 95 of Your Masked Haunting

“These smart lips can still move if you keep that up,” she snarks, and I laugh darkly.

“Tell me, are you only using your lips for sass tonight, or are you going to get on your knees and remind me what else that pretty mouth can do?”

“Actually—”

My hand closes over her lips, and the other sinks into her hair.

“Shh, shh, shh. Let’s fill that mouth with something useful. And I have a better idea than you on your knees, something a little more uncomfortable.”

I guide her down onto the bed, the cuffs and her arms behind her back as she leans against them, her head hanging off the edge of the bed. Once I’ve got her right where I want her, I release my hold on her and shove my pants and boxers to my ankles, fisting my cock and pumping the length base to tip.

She seals her mouth closed, looking up at me with defiance. Which means she wants one thing—me to be rougher.

Message received.

“Open your fucking mouth, Mona,” I growl, bending down and grabbing her jaw. “If I have to ask you again, I’m edging you until you cry.”

And just like that, she obeys, parting her lips and granting me access. Stepping forward, I crouch, then drop to one knee, realizing that’ll give me the perfect height to drill my dick down her throat.

My tip swirls the entrance of her mouth, and her tongue darts out, practically begging for it.

“You want a taste?”

She nods, being a good girl, no snarkiness in the big, upturned eyes or wiggling hips.

I step forward, pulling her oversize T-shirt, long enough to cover her ass and a few inches of her thighs, up her body. She squeezes her knees together, so I smack the side of her thigh, sinking my fingers into her pliable flesh.

“Are you going to open your legs, or should I do it for you?”

On command, like the greediest girl, they part, and I find her center, fisting the lace tights and ripping them wide open. Her panties are soaked, her thighs glistening in the candlelight.

“Jesus Christ.” I drag two fingers through her core, stroking over her clit and making her back arch sharply.

Leaning back, I plunge them into her mouth, and she sucks eagerly. Fuck. I snap, unable to wait another second to feel her.

My cock quickly replaces my hand, and I force it deep, past her gag flex and down her throat. She coughs and gags around me, and I rear back only enough for her to catch her breath before I ease back in, making sure she’s adjusted until I roll my hips back and drive forward, her tight throat so perfect.

But not quite as perfect as this. Sliding my hands down her body, I palm the insides of her thighs, pushing them as far as they’ll go. Lightly, I slap my fingers against her lacy panties, and she bucks, her throat opening more for me, and I take full advantage.

The air is thick, electric with the chemistry between us. It’s intoxicating, she’s intoxicating, and I’ll forever be drunk on her love.

She retches, gagging hard as her body flails, and I ease back, all the way until my dick bobs and she gasps for air. I can’t wait another fucking second. I need to be inside of her, stretching her pussy rough and fast.

Lifting her back until she’s sitting up, I spin her ninety degrees and shove her down, her face hitting the comforter as I kneel on the bed behind her. “Back your ass up.”

I bring my hand down at the same time she arches her back against my dick.

“Ahh!” she cries out, the sound muffled.

Her arch deepens, and I give her another slap like the greedy girl she is. And another and another, until my handprint is outlined on her skin and she’s panting, her head turned to the side.

“Please,” she whines, wiggling her hips. “Please!”

“Begging? God, you know just what I love to fucking hear, don’t you? You want my cock?” I rip her panties to the side as she nods. “Answer me.”

“Yes, ple⁠—”

I drive into her, every inch sinking into her pussy until my balls slap against her clit. The moment I fill her to the brim, I’m a man unhinged. I can’t control myself, my grunts, my hands digging into her hips, or the way I fuck her like I hate her. Rough, unyielding, and she’s a soaking mess beneath me, taking it all.