Page 48 of Brutal Prince

He caught my left nipple in his mouth and I curved my back, reaching for his zipper, while I let out a fake moan. I wasn’t quite at real moaning status yet, but we were heading in the right direction. My bra was whisked off along with his shirt and I ran my hands down his buff chest and as he moved down my body, my fingers found his dark head and messed up his hair.

I was really starting to get into it at this point, pushing to the back of my mind that we were on show. I peeled my skinny jeans off and his big fingers caressed my velvety lips. This time I moaned for real, my panties quickly becoming saturated as he pushed my panties aside and slipped two fingers inside me.

“You feel so fucking good, Gretta,” he whispered, lowering his head between my legs and striking my clit with his tongue.

I gasped and arched my back to lose my panties.

“What’s your hurry?” he taunted me.

“Ollie, please.”

“You begging me now?”

“Yes. Please,” tugging at my panties, only for him to rebel against my wishes and continue sucking over the fabric. They were so saturated by his spit and my juice that I was thankful I remembered to bring a spare for the ride home. Always thinking practically, that’s me.

The orgasm was brimming, dawning closer and Ollie ripped my panties down and placed my legs over his shoulders. Opening my velvet lips wide he slipped his tongue inside me beating my warm insides like a drum.

I lurched, closing my eyes tipping head back as the orgasm flooded through my body, invigorating every cell within.

When I opened my eyes, a white mask was staring back down at me. He was close, too close standing right over me. I suppressed the urge to scream, as the sight was so damn macabre.

Feeling vulnerable, I grabbed a pillow to cover my body, only for the masked man to shake his head in a scolding fashion. I tossed the pillow back as the masked man’s finger ran a line from my left collarbone across my throat.

I stiffened at his touch. Not because a stranger was touching me, but the stranger’s touch was too similar to Dom’s taunting stroke.

Ollie barely flinched while the masked man stared down at me, tracing lines over my skin. I heard the sound of a zipper, Ollie’s big erect cock had been released from its pen. I felt another urge of desire rise between my legs as the masked man moved his hands down my body to my breasts and began massaging them.

Ollie slipped a condom over his huge cock, lifted my right leg over his hip and slid a small way inside me, teasingly.

There was a nonverbal exchange between the two men that gave me the impression this whole performance was premeditated. Ollie wasn’t bothered in the slightest that the masked man was joining in and I found that odd.

“Let go,” Ollie encouraged, gently slapping my thigh to relax me.

“I’ll try.” However, the white masquerade mask was just too creepy.

As if the masked man understood the dilemma, he moved out of my vision range and Ollie slid his entire cock inside me, going deep, really deep.

His pounding was slow at first, each thrust hitting me hard making me sigh with each stroke. “Relax,” he whispered several times over and I let my body sink into the bed as my dissipated second orgasm reemerged.

As soon as I fell back into the rhythm, Ollie increased his pace pounding me hard and fast. He turned his head to the side as if he caught something in his peripheral vision and immediately pulled out me, flipping me over onto my stomach.

“All fours, babe,” he instructed and I did as he said, quickly entering me from behind, banging me hard.

Black dress pants blocked my view of my own reflection in the window being hammered. A firm hand rested on my head, fingers combed through my hair and my body quivered in desire from his touch.

I’d know that touch anywhere.

Did they take me for a fool?

With his crotch directly in front of my face, he slowly unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. As I moved my body against Ollie’s powerful thrusts, the tip of the masked man’s cock prodded my lips, until I hungered for it.

I wanted nothing more than to suck him off and kill him in one go. A fucking dick decapitation bloodbath will go down nicely after Ollie’s finished his business.

Or maybe while Ollie is still in business.

Now that I knew who was before me, I put on my mask of bravery and revenge and licked the tip of his cock like a lollipop. A grunt exuded out of him and he tipped his head back, slipping three fingers into my mouth.

No words were spoken, only gestures and I obeyed like the good girl that I am.

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