Page 63 of The Masks We Burn

One of the tears I suspected escapes, my heart aching and dropping in my chest as it falls. “Talk to me.”

“I still don’t know what I’m going to do. I’m scared I’m going to turn out just how my mother wants.” A silent sob racks through her body, but she’s quick to wipe away the evidence of her sadness. “But really, I am happy for you. Don’t let the alcohol sobfest fool you.”

“Hey, hey.” I hold her shoulders, trying to have her lean into me, but she twists, sitting in my lap and straddling either side of my legs.

It’s then I decide to tell her what I’ve been trying to put together in my head for the past couple of weeks. It wasn’t until today when I watched her show that things really slotted into place. “I have an idea.”

Her sad eyes lift to mine momentarily before dropping to my lips. I can’t help but let my tongue slip out and moisten them as I tighten my hold on her hips to stay focused, hoping she doesn’t think it’s stupid. “I thought about what you could do after you graduate.”

She sighs, a soft smile appearing before she leans forward and rests on my chest. “Tell me.”

I stroke her hair, running my fingers through the light pink strands as I hope I don’t sound like a fool. “What about an anime café?”

“A what?”

“An anime café,” I repeat. “You could have a little coffee or tea shop that also has all those baked goodies you know how to make. But then have it set up to where you have anime merchandise, maybe some of those graphic novels. What are they called?”

She lifts her head, a new light in her eyes. “Manga.”

“Yeah, that. And I thought about what if you had couches and a huge TV where shows are playing, and you could hire people to draw murals of your favorite characters on the walls.”

Tears take up her eyes again, and I want to fucking kick myself for being so stupid. “Sorry, I thought it—”

“No.” She grabs the sides of my face and kisses me hard. “It’s… you’re… I think it’s a great idea, Will.”

“Really?”

Her head bobs up and down so fast she reminds me of a bobblehead. “Will. Seriously, it’s wonderful. There’s nothing like it in this area, and I’ve gone through hell and high water to find manga in local bookstores, and it’s nonexistent, and did you know they even have local anime clubs that meet once a week? I could host them, and oh, Will!”

Her lips land on mine again, her excitement spilling into every flick and nip. Before I know what’s happening, she’s lifting my tank and my hands do the same, slipping her shirt over her head.

She didnothave shorts on. But before I can think about fussing at her, her panties are off and she’s grinding in my lap, her moans spilling into my mouth one after the other. Lifting my hips, I tear down my shorts and stroke my erection a few times, rolling the precum over the head.

Amora breaks away from our kiss, her mouth swollen and parted as she peers down at where my hand is. A darkness covers over her eyes before she backs up and leans over. She removes my hand and replaces it with her delicate one before letting a bit of spit fall from her lips and on the head. My brows shoot up, arousal spiking through my bloodstream so hard my dick throbs in her hand.

She rubs it down my length before rising on her knees and lining herself up. She drags my head through her soaking folds and my fucking balls seize up from the tingling sensation that radiates down my spine.

“Fuckkk,” I growl, my head falling back as she does it again and again. “Amora.”

“Hmmm, use your words, bae,” she purrs.

I smirk at her smart mouth but give in, too delirious from her torture to stop myself. “I need to put my dick inside you so you can ride me.”

She tips my chin down, brushing her lips across mine before fully seating herself in one swift movement. Our heads fall back in unison, the new position sending me deeper than I’ve ever been, filling her to the hilt.

Once adjusted, she lifts and drops down, her core sucking me in each time she slides up. My head spins as I watch her, drunk off the way she commands her perfect body on top of me.

I grab her hips, forcing her to rub across me when she comes down, giving her some friction against her clit. Her head lolls to the side as she glides down, finding her rhythm and allowing my hands to explore her.

Perfect pebbled nipples bounce as she does, and I can’t help but suck one into my mouth, grabbing the other with my hand. I roll it between my fingers, pinching at the same time I lightly bite on the other. She yelps, bucking her hips as her pussy clenches around me.

I let her go, returning one hand to grip the side of her ass, while my other hand slips down, my thumb finding her glistening clit, swollen and ready.

“You feel so fucking good, Amora.” I rub the small nub, thrusting my hips up to meet her bounces. “How does it feel knowing this is all yours?”

Her wide eyes flash down, her pussy fluttering at my words and whether this ruins us or not, I put it out there. “I’m yours.”

Amora’s head falls back, her orgasm tearing through her and has her clenching around my dick so forcefully it lights sparks in my balls, firing up my spine. I grip her waist to lift but she shakes her head, falling down on me harder as she fucks my dick through her orgasm.

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