Page 156 of Masked Sins
He goes rigid, and a thrill works through me. I open my mouth to snark some more, but he knocks my knees farther apart and pistons right into me.
I scream, and he groans.
I’m too wet for it to hurt, and my eyes roll back as he shudders behind me.
“I knew you’d have a tight little fuckhole,” he murmurs, pulling out and driving back into me. “I bet your asshole is just as tight, too. So wound up. So innocent. I plan to ravage you. Break you.Ruinyou.”
A whimper escapes my lips, and he chuckles behind me. “Mmm. I think you like this,” he says, voice hoarse. “I think you enjoy being fucked against a couch by a stranger like a whore.”
I inhale sharply as he thrusts into me—hard.
“You’re so wet. Your greedy cunt is begging me for more, isn’t it?”
I groan as he pulls out slowly and punches into me again, harder than last time.
A smack against my ass has me seeing stars, and I can feel my arousal gathering inside me, making every muscle tense and pull tight.
He spanks me again—on the other cheek this time.
“Ow! That hurt,” I say, letting the pain slide through me.
“Good.”
He spanks the other cheek, and I keen.
“You have a perfect little cunt,” he says, fisting my hair.
My eyes roll back as he fucks me, as he takes whatever he needs from me.
As he uses me.
“You are mine,” he growls, and I nod out of instinct.
I’m close, and it’s hard not to know it’s Orion fucking me from behind.
Orion, who fulfilled this years-long fantasy.
Orion, who always keeps me on my toes.
“Do you understand?Mine.”
I arch my back and meet his thrusts with my hips. I’m not even trying to hide my impending climax.
He yanks on my hair, and the stinging sensation causes white-hot heat to flare through me.
It’s unstoppable—like a dam breaking. The maelstrom of heat doesn’t relent, and my eyes roll back as a sudden, strong orgasm rocks through me. Despite the scene, he mutters something affectionate into my ear, but I don’t hear it. I can’t.
Just as I start to come down, he pulls out of me.
“I didn’t say you could come.”
Twisting me around, he pulls me close and lifts one of my legs, wrapping it around his hips. I stare up at his masked face, still in a post-orgasm daze, and my mouth drops open as he pushes his cock into me.
His eyes don’t leave my face as he slowly fucks me.
It’s a different pace from earlier, and one of his hands comes to my neck. His thumb brushes against my throat.
He’s still wearing the mask, but the scene feels over. His touches are different—lighter, gentler. Even the way he’s fucking me feels personal.
