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“Let me go.”

A vile chuckle leaves my lips. “Let you go? You don’t want that.” I shove a finger deep inside her, making her moan. “Your pussy sure as hell doesn’t wanna let me go.” I lean over her back, rubbing my mask against her cheek. “Beautiful liar.”

She scowls at me but moans as soon as I begin pumping my finger in and out of her. I add a second one, a growl rumbling through my chest when she arches against my hand.

“Oh, little prey. You ache for my touch.” I wrap a hand around her throat, squeezing hard enough that I’m cutting off some of her air while my fingers slide in and out of her, hard and fast.

“I told you that you were mine. And I’m never letting you go.”

CHAPTER 27

Mallory

The masked man’s words should terrify me, not turn me on even more. I love the growly possessive way he stakes his claim over me. My feminism flies out the door every time I hear him tell me I’mhis.

My thoughts spin as the masked man fingers me. I should be terrified after what happened with Steve.

Instead, I feel powerful, knowing I have all the control. I’m confident he'll stop if I say the word fire.

My body is shaking, the urge to come again so swift on the heels of my previous orgasm. I’m shocked when he pulls his fingers out of me.

I look at him over my shoulder, a needy moan of protest coming from my lips.

He chuckles, getting to his feet. He pulls down his joggers, his giant cock jutting out. “Crawl to me and suck my cock.”

I awkwardly spin around, wincing as a rock digs into my knee. But my eyes are focused on the prize—his massive dick.

Once in front of him, I open my mouth. He shoves his hips forward, the tip of his cock in my mouth. I lapat his precum, moaning from the taste, before I wrap my lips around him and take him deeper.

He doesn’t let me have control for long.

His hands cup my face as he pulls back and whispers, “Breathe.” Then he shoves himself deep into my mouth.

He pulls out, and I take a shuddering breath, tears pooling in my eyes. “Such a good fucking girl.”

His words inspire confidence in me. When he repeats it, I breathe in and out through my nose, feeling the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. He groans, his head falling back.

The pleasure I’m giving him turns me on, my pussy growing wetter.

He shoves himself deep inside my mouth, choking me. “This is only the beginning, my little prey.”

As I stare at his masked face, my jaw is stretched beyond capacity. But it excites me.

There’s something so dirty, so forbidden, about choking on a masked man’s cock in the middle of the woods. It makes my pussy ache to be filled by him.

His head falls back as he fucks my mouth. Tears stream down my face from his large size, saliva dripping from my chin.

Even though I’m a mess, I feel sexier than I ever have.

He tilts his head forward, staring at me through the mask. He pulls out of my mouth, and I suck in giant gulps of air as he pulls me to my feet and drags me to a tree. “Hands on the bark.”

The words come out choked, need straining my voice. “Do you have a condom?”

He nods, pulls one from his pocket, and holds it up. He rips the wrapper open and sheathes himself.

“Better hang on tight, little prey.” He lines up with my entrance and shoves himself inside.

I scream, my pussy stretched by his impressive size.