Page 25 of Lost to the Woods

“Uh-uh.” I smiled under the mask. “Don’t hide from me.”

She hesitated, playful and shy all at once. And she was driving me fucking crazy. “It’s not fair. You keep hiding from me.” She gave me that look—the one that made my chest clench and my cock ache—and whispered, “Can I see your face tonight?”

My smile widened behind the mask. God, she always asked. Like a fucking prayer.

“You like not knowing.”

Her lashes fluttered. “But I wonder… all the time.”

I leaned into the camera, dragging one inked hand over my throat and chest, down the cut of my abs. “And wondering gets you wet, doesn’t it, baby? Not knowing what I look like, but still giving me everything I ask for. That turns you on, doesn’t it?”

She bit her lip, and I saw it—the subtle tension in her body. The heat flickering in her gaze. Another clench of her thighs.

“Yeah,” she admitted, voice barely there.

“Good.” I leaned back again. “Now, take off my shirt. Slowly. Let me see what’s mine.”

She shifted the camera. I watched her settle back against her tower of pillows by the headboard, then she peeled the t-shirt up, inch by inch. No bra. Her breasts bounced free, softand perfect, nipples already hard, flushed pink, and begging for attention.

“Fuck, Bunny,” I groaned. “Mmmm, you’re so sensitive tonight.”

“I was thinking about you all day.”

“Oh yeah?” I palmed myself through the fabric, dragging my hand slowly up the length of my cock so she could see what she was doing to me.

She let out a tiny noise—half-gasp, half-whimper—and her dainty fingers moved delicately over her breasts, cupping and lifting them before tracing her thumbs over the nipples.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. If I were there, I’d have your back arching under my mouth. I’d mark every inch of those tits so that your skin would hum for days. I’d suck your nipples until they were swollen and sore and perfect. Until you begged me to stop. But I wouldn’t. I’d just keep going.”

She let out a breathy laugh, eyes closing as she pinched one taut peak and rolled it between her fingers. Then she repeated it with the other one, and a soft moan spilled out from her parted lips. My cock jumped up at the sound and I had to squeeze harder. Her thighs were slowly spreading now, and my gaze dipped.

There it was. That sweet little wet spot in the center of her panties.

“Oh, Princess, does that feel so good?” I asked in a raspy voice, barely controlling myself. “I see you soaking through your panties, baby.”

She whimpered again, looking down at herself. “I can’t help it. You make me—”

“I want you wet,” I cut in, voice sharp and dark. “I need you like this. You’re perfect. Perfect for me.”

Her hand drifted down, slowly skimming her flat stomach, caressing the soft, fair skin just above her waistband.

I barked, “No. Ask me first.”

She looked up at the screen, flushed and desperate. “Please, Daddy… can I touch myself?”

My balls draw up and my cock throbbed. “Good girl,” I praised. “Pull those panties to the side. I want to see you.”

She whimpered, legs trembling, breath growing shaky. Then she hooked her thumb beneath the fabric and shifted them just enough to reveal her puffy lips. And fuck, I almost came just from the sight. So pink and glistening, parted delicately with her fingers, her juices catching the light.

“Fuck, baby… that’s a damn fine pussy,” I growled, eyes locked on the screen. “That’s mine. That sweet little cunt belongs to me.”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“God, I could eat you all night long. I’d spread your legs open, bury my face in your pussy, and tongue you until you forgot how to breathe.”

“Ghost,” she moaned, her fingers trembling against the wet slit of her pussy.

“You’re gonna touch yourself for me now. Just like I say. Rub that clit. Slow circles. Just your fingertips. No rushing.”

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