Page 12 of Masked March

LINCOLN

Idon’t want to scare her.

Or maybe I do.Just a little.

Her face isn’t expressing fear, though. It’s more resolved to accept her fate, which is excellent, since she doesn’t have a choice any longer.

Melody Locke has been and always will bemine. From our first kiss to our last. And now that I have her on her knees about to do everything I want, I’m going to bind a ring on her finger and inscribe my name on her, too.

“Love that crown on your head, prom queen. It’s going to look real pretty as you suck me off.” She gasps and I grip her jaw, rubbing her face on my tented jeans. “It’s kinda ironic, seeing the queen bow down and worship little ‘ol me. A common peasant, isn’t that what you said?”

“Link, please. I-I’m so sorr?—”

“Nope. I’m not him anymore. Not after what you did to that poor sap. That was the day I changed.” Unbuckling my belt, I watch her eyes grow bigger as she stares at the large bulge threatening to escape as it pounds with my pulse. “Pull me out and get a feel for it, Mel. See what you’ve been missing all these years.”

Her fingers hurriedly tug the crotch open and my thick cock pops out, ready for her. I almost chuckle at her eagerness to please me. So different from how she was when we were in high school. My dick isonlyfor her. It’s not going to take me long, I know, but I’ll get another taste of her soon.

Gripping the base of my dick, I smack her forehead with it as she peers up at me with a gasp. “It’s gigantic!”

A smirk rides my lips up the side and I let loose the laugh I’d been holding back. “Told you. Could have had it all these years, but you needed to find out who you were meant to be with.” Dropping my voice to a whisper, I stare at her with seriousness. “Find outwhoyou are.”

Backing my hips up, I press the heated crown against her generous lips and ooze pre-cum all over them like it’s a creamy balm. Hmm, maybe I’ll ooze into a jar and she’ll have to apply it throughout her days so she’ll miss my flavor. Or I’ll just cum on her lipsticks in her bathroom makeup drawer. Yeah…

As soon as she inhales, she parts enough for me to press in. Her neck tightens as she takes it and her eyes grow big at the intrusion.

“Such a good slut. Open wider, prom queen. I’ve watched you give head here on this very spot before. But, this time, it’ll be for yourrightfulking.”

She moans around my shaft when I shove myself deeper down her throat. Glistening tears seep from the corners of her eyes as she squeezes them closed. When I pull out, she gasps for air and almost falls forward, her hands clutching the air. I right her with a grip on her hair and thrust harshly inside her wet mouth.

A struggled moan erupts from deep in her chest, vibrating my balls as her palms dig into my thighs. She panics, snot and spit bubbling out of her orifices when I sink in deep. Her tongue works to flail against the underside of my thickness until my head hangs back at the sensation of the tightness around my length. “Fuck, yes. Choke on it some more. That feels great.”

I ease back until she can gather a breath, then piston my hips forward again. And again. And again. Between sputtering coughs, she gags and spits, gasping for air. The feel of her tight lips around my girth makes me want to explode, but I’m enjoying every minute watching her mascara dribble down her flushed cheeks, her muddied knees, her messy hair.

The prom queen looks a fucking wreck, and I love it.

“You stood here and took the crown with Brad Nemens. You let him fuck you after, too. When you were with meall fucking summer.Said you were mine. After you had the nerve to tell meIcould take you to Homecoming and thatIwas voted king, remember?”

When I pull back suddenly, her mouth slams shut with a pop. Her hand shakes as she hurriedly swipes at her tears and snotty nose. “Y-yes, Link. I’m so sorry.”

My finger and thumb grip her chin until she opens and I shove in again to shut her up. “I don’t want an apology. I want what I was owed.You. It’s always been you, Mel. I rented that tuxedo and stood at the sideline waiting to escort my queen to her prize. To show her off after hiding formonthsin the shadows because I was not good enough to be on your arm in the halls of school.”

Anger flows through me as I remember that kid standing there as she announced to everyone that I was acommon peasantfollowing her around. A creepy stalker. Just some “kid” next door that wouldn’t leave her alone.

After the game, the football players found me and beat me within an inch of my life to protect her fromme. Me! The boy in love with her. Left me in the ditch with ten broken ribs…and a shattered heart.

Now, seeing her in such a position makes some of my rage dissipate. Especially as the orgasm rips through my back and my balls squeeze their release.

“I’m good enough now. I’ll prove it to you, Mel. Ready?” Gripping the back of her neck, I let the head of my cock dance across her tongue and spurt my full load in her eager mouth. A groan rips through my chest as reams splash down her throat and she swallows. Twice. Some still slips out from her tight seal, and when I pull back, it drips down to her chest.

While my flaccid cock hangs between us, I slip my phone from my pocket and snap a picture of her. Her big eyes look so filled with guilt and lust andhurt. The photo is even better with my girth still touching her cheek.

“So beautiful for me. Ripe and waiting on your knees the way you should be.” I stuff myself back in my pants and lean forward to press a kiss to her sweaty forehead. “Didn’t even lose your crown, Mel! How about that!”

Some of the black paint from my jaw smudges against her skin and my heart warms at the sight. Marked her in more ways than I thought of already. Can’t wait until my next game.

She sobs as she bends forward, the huffed breaths creating crystal clouds around her face. “I’m so sorry, Link! I should have taken you.” I watch her back shake as she cries. My heart softens for her, this woman I’ve watched all these years as she’s grown into the Mel I first met. With a big sniff, she raises her face until the moonlight streams across her sorrow. “I wanted to. I’m so sorry. What can I do?”

Tilting her head up with a finger under her chin, I squat so we’re almost eye to eye. “You’re going to make it up to me now.”

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