Page 36 of Unmasked
Her eyes soften. A blaze of desire flames in her irises.
“You’re mine, little prey. Every inch of you belongs to me.”
“N-No.” She tries to push me away, but I don’t budge.
“Yes. You can deny it all you want but can’t fight the inevitable.”
She whimpers, her fear palpable. “How do I know you won’t kill me and use my blood and bones for a satanic ritual?”
My laugh is low and deep, echoing from the trees. “You’re funny, little prey. I don’t believe in Satan or God, let alone practice any rituals or live by narrow-minded beliefs. But I know one thing.” I press my hardness between her thighs, hooking her legs around my waist as I grind against her. “I’ve never wanted anyone or anything like I wantyou.”
She pants, her eyes glazed from lust.
“Don’t act like you don’t want me. I see it in your eyes… Feel how your body responds to mine.”
She opens her mouth, defiance in her eyes. I give her throat a warning squeeze. “Don’t lie to me, Mallory.” I grind harder against her, causing her lips to part, a moan slipping free.
“That’s it. Your pussy knows she belongs to me, even if you haven’t figured it out yet.”
My hand lowers to her breast, cupping it before squeezing it. She moans again, her hips moving in perfect rhythm against mine, as though our bodies were made to tease and torment before joining together.
I pull back slightly, a warning look in my eyes. “Don’t scream, or I’ll punish you.” I stare at her momentarily before releasing her neck and breast.
When I grab the waistband of her pants, she releases her legs from around my waist. I tug her pants and panties down to her ankles, then push her back against the tree.
When I rub her clit, she moans, her head falling against thebark. She arches toward my hand, and I pinch it, making her body jerk.
“Mmm. My little prey likes a little pain.” I slide two fingers inside her, my thumb working her clit. “So fucking beautiful. I could do this all night.” My fingers move in and out of her, the sloppy, wet sounds echoing around us. “Cause there’s no damn way I’m stopping.”
“Don’t stop. Make me come,” she whimpers.
Her body trembles as I pump my fingers in and out of her, thrusting harder and deeper. “That’s my desperate little prey. Ride my fingers, baby.”
“Holy shit.” Her body quivers and quakes as I apply more pressure to her clit, fucking her harder with my hand.
“Fuck yes, little prey. The way your pussy is gripping my fingers, soaking me with your juices.” I squeeze her nipple with my other hand, and she moans again. “I’m gonna pound your pussy with my thick cock until you explode, creaming all over me until your juices drip from my balls.”
“Hell, yes. I want that,” she begs.
Her thighs shake, and her lips and chin quiver as she reaches her peak.
“Come all over my fingers, little prey.”
She explodes, her eyes closing as the orgasm barrels through her. I reach up, squeezing her throat, my voice rasping in her ear. “That’s it. Squeeze my fucking fingers. I don’t fucking care if you break them.”
I stare into her eyes, judging when it becomes too much for her, loosening my grip so she can breathe.
She sucks in oxygen, her body quivering, her pussy still clenching around my fingers.
When she stills, I remove my hand from her neck. “Mmm, little prey. You did so fucking well.” I run the nose of my mask along her cheek, my fingers still slowly fucking her while my thumb massagesher clit.
“Now, it’s time to take back your power.” I pull my fingers out of her, holding them up so she can see her juices shining in the darkness.
I lift the mask enough that I can shove two fingers inside my mouth, moaning as I suck her cum from my digits. She stares at me, desire in her eyes.
Lowering her to the ground, I grab her pants, pulling them up. Mallory pouts, confusion swirling in her eyes.
“I told you I like the chase. Now run, little prey. If I catch you, I’m fucking the hell out of you.”