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Chapter two

Liam

H er mouth crashes into mine before I can stop it— before I can remind myself this shit’s a bad idea.

One taste, and I’m fucking wrecked.

She kisses like she’s starving and I’m the only thing on the menu. No warm-up. No warning. Just heat and want pressed tight between us.

I should slow this down. Should get her name. Should give a damn.

But I don’t.

Not when her body fits against mine like it’s meant to. Not when her hands are in my hair, dragging me under.

This was never supposed to be safe. Just masks and mistakes and everything I’ll probably regret in the morning.

That’s the excuse I use—right before I give in and make her mine for the night.

I chuckle, but I help her ease the dress down, careful with the fabric as I set it on the bed like it’s something sacred.

Then I drop to my knees.

Slip off her heels one by one and kiss the inside of her thigh just to feel her jolt— like her nerves are wired straight to my mouth.

She sways, moaning low, clutching my shoulders like she’s already halfway gone.

I rise slow, dragging her up with me, settling her on my lap with her thighs spread wide, right over the bulge she’s been eyeing all night.

“Look at you,” I murmur, one hand sliding under her ass to grind her down on me. “Already soaking, and I’ve barely touched you.”

Fuck.

She’s not just ready— She’s begging for it without saying a word.

My favorite position.

Her heat pressed right over my thighs.

Perfect for fucking. Perfect for controlling every grind, every gasp, every inch of how she moves for me.

“Aren’t you going to take off your clothes?” She asks, arms winding around my shoulders, mouth near my ear like a challenge.

I kiss her again before answering.

“That eager to see me naked, sweetheart?”

She smirks, dragging her fingers through my hair, and I fight back a shiver.

I love having my hair played with and pulled.

“Answer the question, tough guy. Or are you too busy fantasizing about choking me on your cock?”

I growl low in my throat, my grip tightening on her hips.

“Oh, I’ll be choking you alright— only you’ll be begging for it, that’s a given.”

“Big talk for someone still wearing pants.”

I lean back against the bed, cock twitching under the pressure of her heat straddling me.

From this angle, her tits are just asking to be sucked, bitten, smothered

“You’re mouthy for someone who’s about to come all over me,” I mutter. Then I smirk.

“Come up here. Straddle my face so I can see what you’re hiding behind those pretty panties.”

“I’m not hiding anything,” she replies, sass dialed to eleven, but she does as I ask, shifting up my body.

When her ass passes my stomach, I smack it with one hand, loving the jiggle.

It’s not the biggest ass I’ve seen, but it’s perfectly rounded and fits my hand like it was made for me.

She looks down, shadows falling over her mask.

“Are you sure this is okay?”

I grin before focusing on the fabric-covered mound in front of me.

“One hundred and ten percent, sweetheart…. I’m in control.”

When she shifts and I can’t see her face anymore, I grip her upper thighs, pulling until she’s perfectly positioned.

Her scent is mouthwatering, and I savor it before using my thumb to shift the fabric and expose her to my hungry gaze.

“Look at this pretty little pussy,” I breathe, seeing sparse, wiry hairs attempting to hide her cunt.

I dart my tongue out for a taste between her lips.

She’s not soaking yet, but a few more licks will fix that.

One taste has me humming appreciatively.

I can see goosebumps rise on her skin as she shivers and sinks down further.

She grinds down on me, breath hot against her cunt. “Still think you’ve got it under control?” She says. Her voice is a challenge.

Cocky. Wicked.

I don’t answer—I just suck her like I’m drowning.

“Relax, baby. I’m just a little hungry.” I murmur against her

“Oh god,” she moans as I pull her thighs tighter against my face.

Her pussy lips flair against my mouth,and I flick my tongue inside her.

Her walls are warm and pulsing with life as I feast.

Her flavor is exquisite, and I can’t stop myself from pulling harder for more.

I shift her back and forth, smearing her cunt against my lips.

When her hips start moving on their own, I free one hand to unzip my pants.

I sigh with relief as I pull my dick out, enjoying the freedom from confinement.

I love the way she holds on, riding my face until my chin drips.

I stroke myself as I lick her from front to back, making sure that nowhere goes untouched.

Her body starts trembling, and I smile as her moans grow louder and more desperate.

I wrap my lips around her clit, flicking quickly, pushing her closer to the edge.

Her nails graze my scalp as she digs her fingers into my hair, making me groan.

“Please,” she whimpers, body jolting. “I’m going to come.”

“Do it,” I growl, hungry for her surrender.

When she cries out, I have to grip my dick tightly to keep from losing it.

Her body jerks once, twice, before her muscles melt against me.

The grip on my hair turns to soft pats, and I chuckle at the change.

I let go of my dick and shift her down to my chest, taking deep breaths of crisp air.

The scent of her is overwhelming, and if not for needing to bury cock in her tasty little pussy, I’d dive in for seconds.

Instead, I lift my chin and tap her thigh.

“Feeling good, sweetheart?”

Her eyes open, and despite the mask, I can see bone-deep satisfaction in her gaze— the kind that only comes from a mind-blowing orgasm.

I intend to mirror it in a few minutes.

“Yes,” she replies, voice almost slurring.

She leans in and surprises me with kitten-like licks as she chases her taste across my lips.

“Mmm. I feel amazing.”

“Fuck.”

I move before she does anything else to threaten my sanity.

No one should be that fucking hot behind a mask.

She makes a startled noise, but I’m done being gentle.

She’s already proven she loves it rough, and I’m out of patience.

“You sexy fucking girl. Lying back with these perfect breasts and that sweet little cunt. You know how to tempt a man.”

Her eyes widen in surprise.

I quickly reach under her, unsnapping her bra and drawing the lacy fabric away.

Her nipples stand proud, ready for my mouth.

I give them what we both want, wrapping my lips around one while twisting the other.

Those sinful fingers wind back into my hair, holding me in place, but I’m far from idle.

I shift until I fall between her thighs, and my dick slides against her skin, making us both moan.

“Wait,” she breathes, her thighs squeezing me. “We need a condom.”

I lean up and smile.

“Way ahead of you, sweetheart.”

I prop myself up to reach the side table.

As I open the drawer, I feel hands push my shirt up before wet heat envelops one of my nipples.

I clench my fingers around the condom, trying not to moan.

Sensitive nipples have my dick kicking against her thigh, and I know she felt it.

I move quickly, sliding back down her body and gripping the back of her head to slam our mouths together.

Her moan is as harsh as my touch, and I swallow it down as fire burns inside me.

I don’t know how long it takes to get out of my clothes, but when I’m finally back between her legs, condom tight on my dick, I know this won’t last much longer.

But I’m determined to make her come again.

“Hold on to something, sweetheart,” I warn, baring my teeth as I line up with her entrance.

Her eyes lock with mine as I thrust forward, burying my dick in her molten cunt... teeth grazing her skin as I bottom out.

“Oh fuck,” she gasps, throwing her head back. “Fuck.”

Her lips are parted, plump and glistening from where she’s been biting them.

There’s a faint sheen of sweat on her upper lip, catching the light, and her lashes flutter against flushed cheeks.

Her eyes—half-lidded, glassy with want—lock on mine like she’s daring me to break.

Her skin’s, dewy and damp, neck stretched back, breath ragged.

Her mouth is a goddamn invitation—pouty, wet, aching to be wrecked.

I’m ready to shove my cock between those lips or sink it deeper where she’s already gripping me tight.

“Does it hurt?” I ask against her throat, biting down as I try to give her a second to adjust.

Her fingers clutch at me like she’s drowning— one hand gripping my shoulder, the other clawing at my ass.

When she digs in hard, I nearly lose every thread of control I’m barely holding.

I grit out, “Do you need a minute?”

She shakes her head, panting, voice raw. “No. It’s just your dick it’s so…full.”

I press on her clit, helping her to take all of me, loosening her resistance.

Then she whispers it, breath hot and filthy.

“Fuck me. Hard.”

I grin like the devil.

That’s what I want.

I want her so full she can’t think, can’t move, can’t breathe without feeling me inside her.

I roll my hips, slow and deep, watching her face contort with every inch I drag out and slam back in.

“Is that all you got, pretty boy,”she huffs.

Her thighs wrap tighter around me, her heels digging into my ass like she’s trying to tether herself to earth.

“You’re gonna feel me for days, sweetheart,” I growl, thrusting harder, rougher.

The bed creaks in protest, her moans getting louder, sharper.

I reach down and press grabbing her swollen clit with three fingers, rubbing in tight circles, pounding into her, until she’s trembling again.

“Come on, give me another. I know you’ve got it in you.”

“I—I—fuck!”

Her back bows, tits pressed against my chest as her walls clamp down around me.

That’s it.

I bite down on her shoulder—just enough to mark her— and fuck her through it, not letting up even as she writhes under me, riding the edge of bliss and overstimulation.

She sobs, you feel so fucking good —or something close to it…I can’t tell— and I’m gone.

With a guttural groan, I let go, hips jerking as I empty into the condom, every muscle tight as a wire.

She’s trembling beneath me, whimpering through the aftershocks, but I’m nowhere near done.