Page 16 of Masked
Ibarely stop my car in my driveway, and Taylor’s on top of me. Straddling my hips in the awkward discomfort my Beemer’s seat provides. Still, she makes it work, pressing her slick pussy against my dick and gliding up and down, slowly. Looking straight into my eyes. Up and down, she throws her head back and tweaks her hips forward and back slightly as she slides down. Then throws both hands behind my neck and pulls me forward.
Burying my face between her breasts to stifle my groans, my tongue flicks out over her hard nipples. She bucks and bellows at the sensations my mouth and her satin wrap deliver.
“Are you going to fuck me?” She asks bluntly, between deep, husky breaths.
“I am.” I grab her ass, guiding her movements hard and fast against my shaft. “But not in here.”
I have to fight my own damn hand to let go of Taylor and open the car’s door. And if that’s just from holding her ass, there’s no way I’m gonna be able to get her off of me.
Instead, I latch onto her cheek again, cup the perfect curvature in my palm, and hoist her into the air as I get out. She yelps at the action, doesn’t fight it, sucking my lips into hers when we’re at full height.
We cross the driveway, but I keep moving her hips up and down with every step. Stroking my cock with her eager sex, like she’s my personal toy. Her satin dress and nightgown are bunched, no troublesome panties. And good God, the echoing groans emanating from her lips drive me crazy.
We make our way through my house in the darkness. I can’t be fucked to stop and flick the lights on. My restraint crumbles with every second I delay myself the gratification of having her, and we haven’t even started yet.
“Before I fuck you,”I whisper, breaking our kiss to travel my lips to the crook of her neck. “I’m going to taste you. Drink from your fountain and claim you with my tongue.”
I drop her onto my bed, ensuring her legs dangle off the side. “I’ve been waiting for this all night.”
Turning a bedside lamp on, I see her better sprawled on my bed, firm breasts peeking out from her satin pajama dress, her milky thighs parted to give me a glimpse of her soaked cunt. Glistening in the shadowy lamplight.
Tearing my shirt off, I drop to my knees in front of Taylor. I hook my fingers under her knees and guide her legs over my shoulders for a better view. And it’s like staring straight into heaven.
Clean shaven, apart from a tiny tuft of hair just above her clitoris. Too thin and short to be a landing strip, but I wouldn’t know what else to call it. A helipad?Her body’s vibrating inexcitement, writhing and wriggling as her arms stretch out and she grabs fistfuls of my hair.
“What are you waiting for then?” She asks, lifting her neck and staring at me over her breast mounds.
I pull her closer to me, my breath becoming ragged as I approach her gooey center. Starting with her thighs, I graze my tongue over the tender, scorched flesh. Stealing my first taste of her delicious nectar. I peck between licks, and nibble on her flesh as I head higher.
Taylor’s grip tightens in my hair as her body buckles. Her ankles kick into my back. I take it as a sign that I shouldn’t keep her waiting.
I run the flat pad of my tongue over her slick slit. A long stroke, starting at the tip and ending as far back as my mouth will allow. Coating myself in her liquids, savoring the taste, while I glance up at her as her chest rises up and down with her intensifying breaths.
Taylor bucks her hips, grinding her clit against my tongue, while the heavenly orchestra of her moans flood my bedroom.
I bring a hand to her entrance, slipping and sliding against her silky wetness, but don’t dare penetrate. No, that honor belongs to my cock alone. All of this is just teasing. Prelude before the main event.
The longer we stay in this position, the more frantic my movements become. What started as gentle licking, turns to full on feasting. Slow laps, replaced by swallowing and sucking every inch of flesh I can take into my mouth.
What’s more important is that all of it makes Taylor wild, turns her feral. Soon enough, I see her body contorting in pleasure. Hips spiking to the ceiling as waves of pleasure belt out of her lips.
So close to the edge of ecstasy now, nothing can stop her from crossing that threshold.
“Oh, fuck,” she moans, deep and guttural, with her orgasm cresting. She repeats the statement over and over again, as her body coils from pleasure.
And that’s when I know she’s mine.
I give her a moment to compose herself, lapping at the juices trickling down her legs. When I’m satisfied, I stand, discard my jeans, and crawl on top of her.
Grabbing her wrists, I pin her arms above her head. Hold them there, keeping her body fully exposed, while I move into position between her legs. My hood finds her entrance without guidance, as if magnetized to her sex in eager anticipation for pleasure.
Taylor gulps, her wide puppy dog eyes staring up at me as her teeth sink into her lower lip. She wriggles her hips, her pussy brushing against my cock, wiping some of her juices onto the tip, preparing for entry.
“Give it to me,” she whines, trying to slip free from my grip. I don’t let her. Keeping her corralled in this makeshift bondage, I descend to her breasts.
My mouth finds her skin, gnaws at her flesh then to her nipples. Not even the spaghetti straps atop her nightdress are spared from my hungry onslaught.
“Your wish is my command,” my hot breath tickles her damp skin and she shivers.
