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“Should I believe you?”
“You can do whatever you want. I don’t give a shit.”
“But you should. And if you’re not going to tell me, then you should run.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because if you’re not going to tell me willingly, then I’ll get it out of you.” He pulls out that mask from Halloween from behind him, and starts slipping it on.
The sight instantly brings back memories of that night, and the slickness between my thighs intensifies because I’m depraved.
“What if I tell you?”
“Better do it quick, my patience has just about run out.”
Chapter 35
Colin
Ipull the mask down on my face and watch as Mayson stiffens. Her hand tightens around the water bottle and I hear it crinkle as I wait to see if she’ll say anything. Tell me it’s a lie, that she isn’t using me. Tell me that what’s going on between us is real because I know it is.
But my team can’t think I’m being played. You’d think the show we put on in the hot tub would set them straight. Or maybe they should see me fuck her just once. That would be enough to prove it I’m sure.
But they’ll never see her like that. And she still hasn’t said anything. If she’s not going to say it, then her mouth can be busy doing other things. First, I’ll need to catch her.
As soon as I move, she takes off running. She could go anywhere; up to her room, or to mine where she could lock the door herself. But she doesn’t. She goes for the front door, and that just shows she really wants to play. So do I.
She races outside, and I follow, giving her a small chance to get away. She can think she’ll be able to run and hide. She won’t, but she can think it. I watch her headtoward the trees, following a similar path from Halloween. I was more covered that day, and tonight the winter air has hit. The cold breeze assaulting my bare chest as I run only fuels me.
Once I’ve chased her past the tree line it gets darker than the lit street, and I utilize the sound of her footsteps crunching leaves as she runs. I watch her go behind a tree, and decide that this ends now.
“Baby deer,” I call out, stalking toward her slowly. “Are you ready to tell me?”
Leaves crunch under my shoes, but she doesn’t say anything. She also doesn’t run again. I hear her loud breathing as I get closer to the other side of the tree. I’m fully expecting her to run again, especially when a stick cracks under my foot less than a yard from where she’s hiding.
I move quickly, rounding the tree trunk, and caging her in against it. Even in the dark, her eyes blow wide as she starts to scream, but I clamp a hand over her mouth.
“You don’t want to do that,” I growl. “I’ll take my hand away, and it’s your last chance to tell me the truth before I force it out of you.”
I slide my hand away, slowly, pulling her bottom lip down as I do. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly as she struggles to catch her breath. She doesn’t scream again, but she also doesn’t start talking either.
I chuckle darkly, shaking my head. “On your knees.”
Her face scrunches, clearly not expecting that, but I don’t care what she’s expecting. This is what she deserves. I grab a fistful of her hair, and push her down to her knees, stepping closer so she’s trapped between me and the bark behind her.
“Take my cock out. If you’re not going to talk then you can choke.”
She grabs the waistband of my shorts, and I really expectedmore of a fight from her, but she pulls them down, freeing my dick from the confines as it bobs in front of her face. Without a single moment of hesitation she’s wrapped her delicate hand around me, pumping. I pull on her hair, yanking her toward me.
“Suck,” I demand.
Her jaw drops open, and she sticks her tongue out as I slide my cock onto it and into her mouth.
“Keep your eyes on me,” I demand, thrusting forward, burying myself in her throat. “Tap if it’s too much, and touch that needy little pussy of yours.”
She gags and tears form in her eyes, but they stay on me like the good fucking girl she can be for me. She slides her hand into her shorts, doing as I say. I groan, keeping my fingers buried in her hair as I fuck her mouth. I expect her to tap, but she doesn’t. Her nails dig into my thighs, but eyes remain locked on mine. The only part of my face she can see through the mask.
“You want to pretend like you don’t want this? Want to pretend that everything between us is fake?” I grind out. She moans around me, the vibration feels way too fucking good. My release is so close, but I fight it, pulling her off.
