Page 42 of Strike & Score
I tilt my head to the side. “What do you want me to be?”
Her eyes narrow, clearly not happy with my answer, but it’s true. I didn’t have anything specific in mind, I just wanted a mask and dark clothes to chase her down in. Other than that, I’m whatever she wants me to be.
“My first instinct is to say, ‘gone.’”
“That’s not going to happen, try again.”
“Figured,” she scoffs before her eyes trail down my body, and then her hands are on my stomach, pushing my hoodie up. I raise my arms so she can push it all the way off. And I let her.
Her fingers trail along the indents of my abs, tracing them and I let her explore because her hands on me feel so amazing. I want her to go lower, touch me everywhere, and she does. Unbuckling my belt, and unbuttoning my pants, I go to remove the mask, but she stops me.
“Keep it on,” she commands and I want to argue with her, but then she’s guiding me to my bed, and forcing me to sit down. The thought of her having some control over me turnsme on more than I thought it would. Just like the other week when she tied me up and blew me.
If she wants me to keep the mask on then I’ll do it for her.
I sit, leaning back on my hands, waiting for what’s going to happen next.
Mayson reaches behind her, unzipping her dress and letting it fall onto the floor. I notice some of the small scratches and bruises starting to form, marring her perfect skin. I know she’s going to wear them like a badge of honor and I’m filled with pride knowing I’m the reason they’re there in the first place.
She reaches behind her, unhooking her bra and adding it to the pile on the floor while she stands completely bare in front of me. My hands clench with the desire to grab her hips and yank her on top of me, but I try to be patient.
It pays off because Mayson steps closer, placing her knee next to my hip, then the other one, straddling my lap. When her weight settles on me I wish more than anything she’d taken my pants off before having me sit here. And then she swivels her hips, and I grab her skin to hold her still.
“You can’t be naked and on top of me without riding my cock right now,” I tell her, seriously.
“Aw, are you desperate to feel my pussy again?” she taunts, and I tighten my grip on her hips.
“Careful,” I threaten. “I’m letting you have some fun, but you know I could throw you onto this bed and do whatever I want with you. Again.”
She shivers, and leans forward, pressing her forehead against my mask as she rubs herself over me once more.
“Take the mask off,” I growl, wanting to feel her mouth on mine. I want to taste her skin, suck her nipple into my mouth, impale her on my cock and watch her ride.
“No, I’m going to fuck you, but I want the mask to stay on.”
My hand moves to her throat, collaring it there and the move causes her to rub herself against me even more. I know she loves when I hold her like this.
“You can fuck me now, but the rest of the night I get to have you however I want.”
“Chasing me in the forest wasn’t enough?”
“Doesn’t seem like it was enough for you either.” I tighten my hand on her throat, just enough that she can feel it.
“Maybe you’re not as great as you think you are.”
“We both know that’s a fucking lie. Take my cock out, babe, I want to see you ride it.”
She swallows against my palm, and reaches down. Her hand spears into my pants, gripping my cock that’s rock hard even directly after fucking her the first time tonight. She squeezes, pulling me out of the confines of my pants, and I lift to push them down a little more to have extra room.
Mayson positions herself over me, swiping my dick through her wetness, looking down between us to watch the action. She moans when the head hits her clit and I want to push her down completely on me, but hold myself back, just barely.
Her palm lands on my chest, pushing me down on my back and I go, keeping my eyes on the spot where we’re almost connected as she continues to tease my cock. I hold her thigh, needing to touch her while my other hand snakes up her body to pluck at her tightened nipples that I want to suck into my mouth.
Her hips buck, bringing the tip of my dick even closer to feeling her tight wet heat once again.
“Come on, Mace, put us both out of our misery and drop your wet little cunt onto me.”
“Beg for it.” She smirks.
