Page 46 of Unmasked
“You’re tickling me.” She tries to push against my chest, but I suck the skin into my mouth, and she moans, all fight draining from her as her nails sink into me, pulling me closer. “God, that feels good.”
“I need you naked.” I push back onto my knees and, grabbing her hands, pull her to a sitting position so I can tear her shirt and bra off. She’s panting, her heavy-lidded eyes glazed with lust. Lowering her to her back, I unbutton her jeans.
I pull her boots off, then her jeans. Her panties follow, her naked body spread out on the upper floor of the barn.
Covering her body with mine, my lips are on hers, tasting and devouring her. Something about this woman fills me with a sense of home and belonging I’ve never felt before, especially after the shit my father’s done.
My lips move down her throat and between her cleavage. My hands cup her breasts, pushing them together while I run my tongue between them. She shivers, a moan swelling from her lips when I tease her nipples with my tongue.
“Will you…” she whimpers as my teeth graze her nipple.
“Yeah,” I whisper against her skin.
“Are you gonna tell me your name?”
“Once I know you’re mine.”
“How do you determine…” her voice cracks and breaks. “Fuck, your mouth is incredible.”
I suck on her other nipple before releasing it with a pop, understanding her question. “When you are okay with what I’ve done for you.”
Goosebumps erupt over her skin. “The man in the skeleton costume.” Her voice is breathless as I trail my tongueover her breasts, teasing her. “He was the one I punched, right?”
“Yes.” I suck her nipple hard, and she arches, her hands running through my hair.
“You killed him… because he messed with me.”
“Yes. Just like the other one.”
She thinks for a moment. “Steve.”
“Mmmm hmmm.” I’m dizzy on her scent, my blood humming beneath my veins while my pulse hammers inside my ears.
She’s like a drug. Better than anything I’ve experienced before, even the thrill of ending Steve and Jacob’s lives.
“You killed them for hurting me.” It’s not a question but a statement.
“Yes.” I lift my head, my eyes on hers. “They touched what’s mine. Tried hurting you.”
“I-I’ve never had anyone defend me before… let alone kill for me.”
“Now you do.” My voice sounds like a stranger’s. It’s deep and monstrous. A killer’s voice.
She leans up, her face inches from mine. “I smell blood on you. Is it his?”
“Yes.”
A smile curls her lips, her eyes dancing with hunger. “I need you.” She throws her arms around me, her lips pressing against mine. “I need you inside me.”
“Fuck.” I pull away from her, grabbing the back of my sweatshirt and pulling it overhead. Her shaking hands fumble with the button and zipper of my jeans. She gets them undone and yanks them down my hips. I help her, needing to be naked and inside her.
Her hand wraps around me, stroking my throbbing cock from base to tip. I moan, hurriedly undoing my boots and kicking them off before tossing my jeans and boxers aside.
My fingers move to her entrance, groaning at how wet she is.
“Fuck, little prey.” I pull her hand away from my dick, lining up with her entrance. “Need to be inside that tight, soaked pussy.” I shove myself to the hilt, not letting her adjust to my size.
She shrieks, her nails digging into my back. I stay still for a moment, my lips finding hers. I kiss her hungrily, trying to control the desperate urge to pound into her.