Page 10 of Run for Us (Masked Men #6)

Chapter Ten

Kinsley

Anal? My pulse thunders. Okay, so I may have lied a little. Have I done it? Yes, but it wasn’t my favorite experience. From the way Jace talks about it, he makes it sound great, so why not try it again now while I have a safe word?

I grind myself onto the masked man holding me, as the one behind me pushes his fingers into my ass, using the third man’s cum as lube.

I feel so fucking free. It’s invigorating, maybe because I’m not doing something because someone else expects me to.

While it may have started with a push from Jace, he would never want me to do anything I don’t enjoy.

My hair is pulled back roughly, and a mask presses against my cheek.

“There is no way my thick, hard cock will fit inside your ass without breaking you. Maybe you need my handprint on you. We don’t want to hurt you.”

“Not even if I want to be hurt?”

“Let her down. If she wants to have a cock in her ass and for it to hurt, she can.”

My body trembles with anticipation. The masked man doesn’t remove his dick yet. First he walks us over to the other side of the cave and then gently lifts me off him, placing me down on a blanket and maneuvering me onto my hands and knees after helping me out of my bra and thong .

“We don’t have any lube, so we are all going to cum on your ass first . You’re going to play with your clit slowly, and not orgasm. If you feel yourself get close, stop.”

Two of the masked men stand in front of me and they close their hands around their cocks.

I lick my lips, wishing one would kneel and let me wrap my lips around them, but they don’t.

The third man is behind me, and his fingers find my ass.

He gently pushes two back inside me, and I feel myself clench around him.

“Play with yourself, make yourself so wet your pussy is dripping.”

I do as he asks and slide my hand between my legs, running my fingers through the wetness that is already there. I carefully rub circles on the sensitive area of my clit, making sure not to push myself toward an orgasm.

A hand comes down on my ass, and I whimper, moving my fingers a little faster.

“You should see how stunning you look with my fingers in your ass and your cheeks all red for me.”

My head drops, and my hair frames my face as his hand comes down on my ass once again.

“Eyes up here.”

Looking up, I see the two masked men stroking themselves above me.

“I’m going to cum on your ass and then slide underneath you so you can sit on my face,” one of them says. “Then I want to tongue fuck you while your ass gets fucked.”

“Yes, please,” I whisper, easing off my clit.

Just the thought of him beneath me has me ready to explode.

He moves out of my line of sight, and I sense him leaning over me, then feel his cum landing on my ass.

The second man does the same, more warm liquid splashing onto me.

I close my eyes momentarily until the man behind me shifts his body and pulls his fingers out.

“Open your eyes.” I obey, and one of the masked men is standing in front of me again. “I want to see how you look when your ass is full.”

Someone lifts my hips and slides beneath me. They slide their legs between my arms and urge me back down, their hands pressing on my back. A shock of pleasure zaps straight to my core as a tongue swipes through my pussy. I doubt it’s owner can breathe, but I’m in ecstasy and don’t care.

The man beneath me grips my hips and rocks me against his face. Just when my orgasm builds again, I feel the man behind me swipe the cum covering my skin and spread some around my hole, then the tip of his cock nudges it.

“Relax and keep your eyes on me,” says the man in front. “Focus on how good you feel.”

“I want him inside me,” I groan out, barely recognizing my own voice.

The masked man behind me brings his hand down hard on my ass, and the one beneath me hums against my pussy.

A nervous flutter hits me deep in my belly as he pushes his cockhead against me. My breath catches, and when he gently eases inside me, it’s a slow, stretching kind of fullness, and unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. There’s a slight burn as my tight muscles push back, and I consciously relax.

I’m struck by how different it feels. My entire body tingles, my skin growing hypersensitive.

I focus on the pleasure. The man beneath me does something magical with his tongue, and my body relaxes fully as the man behind me slowly pushes forward.

The initial tightness has gone, and while I can feel every inch of him entering me, it’s welcomed.

“Oh god, that feels so good,” I say, my words ending on a moan.

“Look at how well you’re taking his cock.”

I keep my eyes on the man in front of me, and my entire body flushes. A tidal wave of pleasure hits me hard and fast. I scream out a string of unintelligible words. The man behind me thrusts harder. The pain has evaporated, and all I feel is pleasure.

I’m not usually one who takes control in sexual situations.

I have always liked a man who can do that for me, though most have fallen short.

But I do something out of character: I lean forward and slide the sweatpants down the set of hips on the ground near my face just enough that his cock springs out .

Licking my lips, I lower my head further and wrap my mouth around him. A strangled moan comes from behind me.

The man beneath me reaches out and pats around on the blanket, and moments later, the distorted voice below me has me smiling.

“Fuck, your mouth is heaven.”

Hands grip my waist tightly as the man behind me pumps into me, harder and faster, forcing me to take more length into my mouth, making me gag.

I don’t stop. Another set of hands grips my ass and spreads my cheeks apart wider.

My pussy clenches, and in my periphery the third man moves and somehow reaches beneath me, sliding fingers inside me and massaging my G-spot. Stars dance behind my closed eyes.

The man behind me thrusts in deep, his fingers digging into my hips, as I feel each pulse of his release.

“FUCK!”

He pulls back slowly, and I instantly feel the loss. It’s quickly replaced when the man pulls his fingers from me and positions himself behind me.

“One more orgasm, and we will let you rest for now.”

I hum in response, my throat vibrating against the dick in my mouth. A hard length thrusts inside me, and I hear how wet I am. My face heats in embarrassment. I’m glad I don’t know who they are.

“I’m going to come,” the man beneath me warns a few seconds before salty liquid hits the back of my throat.

He slides out from beneath me and squats in front of me, taking my face between his hands while the masked man behind me fucks me with a rhythm that is slowly drawing out another orgasm.

“I have to go, but mark my words, this isn’t over yet.”

With that, he stands to his full height and leaves.

I don’t have time to respond because the man behind me wraps my hair in his fist and pulls me up, straightening my body against his.

With one hand twisted in my hair, he uses the other to explore my body—from my hip, up the curve of my waist, and to my breast. A hot trail of electricity flickers in his wake, and it settles low in my belly.

He slides his hand down to my stomach and around my waist, his thumb pressing into my hipbone, drawing out a soft gasp.

My pulse drums in my ears, and every inch of me feels alive. The pull on my hair, the hand exploring my body, the heat of him on my skin, and the slow thrusts build until I topple over, clamping around him with a gasp. His hand wraps around my stomach as I feel his length pulsate.

“You’re perfection.”

My sweat-coated body slumps to the blanket when he lets go of me, and I catch my breath.

My eyes fall closed for just a moment. When the blanket is wrapped around me and my body lifted, I feel like nothing matters.

I’m going to hate leaving Bluebell Bay, and not because of the masked men—even though they have been amazing—but because this is where I feel like I finally belong.

Maybe staying here wouldn’t be a bad thing after all.

Here, I feel free, and for the first time in my adult life, I feel like myself.