Unmasked (King Morine #4)

27. Mallory

CHAPTER 27

Mallory

T he masked man’s words should terrify me, not turn me on even more. I love the growly possessive way he stakes his claim over me. My feminism flies out the door every time I hear him tell me I’m his .

My thoughts spin as the masked man fingers me. I should be terrified after what happened with Steve.

Instead, I feel powerful, knowing I have all the control. I’m confident he'll stop if I say the word fire.

My body is shaking, the urge to come again so swift on the heels of my previous orgasm. I’m shocked when he pulls his fingers out of me.

I look at him over my shoulder, a needy moan of protest coming from my lips.

He chuckles, getting to his feet. He pulls down his joggers, his giant cock jutting out. “Crawl to me and suck my cock.”

I awkwardly spin around, wincing as a rock digs into my knee. But my eyes are focused on the prize—his massive dick.

Once in front of him, I open my mouth. He shoves his hips forward, the tip of his cock in my mouth. I lap at his precum, moaning from the taste, before I wrap my lips around him and take him deeper.

He doesn’t let me have control for long.

His hands cup my face as he pulls back and whispers, “Breathe.” Then he shoves himself deep into my mouth.

He pulls out, and I take a shuddering breath, tears pooling in my eyes. “Such a good fucking girl.”

His words inspire confidence in me. When he repeats it, I breathe in and out through my nose, feeling the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. He groans, his head falling back.

The pleasure I’m giving him turns me on, my pussy growing wetter.

He shoves himself deep inside my mouth, choking me. “This is only the beginning, my little prey.”

As I stare at his masked face, my jaw is stretched beyond capacity. But it excites me.

There’s something so dirty, so forbidden, about choking on a masked man’s cock in the middle of the woods. It makes my pussy ache to be filled by him.

His head falls back as he fucks my mouth. Tears stream down my face from his large size, saliva dripping from my chin.

Even though I’m a mess, I feel sexier than I ever have.

He tilts his head forward, staring at me through the mask. He pulls out of my mouth, and I suck in giant gulps of air as he pulls me to my feet and drags me to a tree. “Hands on the bark.”

The words come out choked, need straining my voice. “Do you have a condom?”

He nods, pulls one from his pocket, and holds it up. He rips the wrapper open and sheathes himself.

“Better hang on tight, little prey.” He lines up with my entrance and shoves himself inside.

I scream, my pussy stretched by his impressive size .

He remains still, allowing me to adjust to his size before he starts moving. This position enables him to go deep, and although it burns at first, the pleasure overrides the pain.

My hands dig into the bark as he slowly fucks me. He’s stretching me so good, and I can’t help but relax as the burn fades and I’m overwhelmed by pleasure. “Fuck, masked man. That feels incredible.”

He increases the pace, his thumb swirling around my clit. I melt against him, giving him my trust, which is insane, considering the circumstances.

His hand wraps around my throat as he hammers into me. “I can’t fucking resist this beautiful pussy any longer. I’ve been dying for you.” He kicks my legs apart, spreading them wider, and pinches my clit. I jolt before moaning. “That’s right, little prey. Let me possess you.”

His deep, raspy voice makes me hotter for him. He shoves his thumb in my mouth. “Suck.”

I comply, sucking on his thumb much the same way as I sucked on his cock. His loud moan fills the woods, echoing inside my ears.

“Fuck.” He slams into me so hard that my head almost hits the tree. My nails dig into the bark as he pounds into me, fucking me hard and fast.

I’m moaning around his thumb when he suddenly pulls it out. I tense as he teases my puckered hole.

“Just relax, little prey. I won’t hurt you.” He keeps driving his cock in and out as his thumb slides in my asshole.

“Jesus,” I murmur, my temperature rising, beads of sweat clinging to my skin. The cold air doesn’t bother me as my masked man fucks me hard and deep. I’m too caught up in the pleasure to care about anything else.

I begin moving my hips in time with his. “Fuck me harder, masked man.” I’m barely aware of my words as his cock hits places inside me I didn’t know existed .

Biting my lip, the familiar feeling swirls in my lower belly. My shaking thighs and the tightening in my lower belly warn me of the impending storm.

My pussy clamps around his dick, sweat pouring in rivulets down my body, making my shirt stick to me uncomfortably. Goosebumps line my skin despite being overheated as I?—

Fuck.

He tightens his grip on my neck as I come so hard that blackness tinges the edges of my vision.

My limbs weaken, and if he weren’t holding me up, I’d be afraid I’d collapse in a heap on the ground.

He loosens his grip around my throat, and I suck in oxygen. My pussy tightens around him as he continues thrusting. He grunts from beneath the mask before he mutters, “Fuck,” and then stills inside me.

We collapse against the tree, both of us breathing heavily.

“Holy shit,” I mutter. “I don’t even know your name… but you fuck like a God.”

He chuckles as I try not to drown in my embarrassment. What the hell just came out of my mouth?