Page 150 of Trick Shot

“There you go.” His masked face tilts and his fingers move, finding my pulse.

His free hand slides up my thigh, under my dress, dragging my soaked panties aside in one rough pull.

Then he grabs both my wrists with one hand and pins them above my head. He leans in close, voice deep and even more gravelly through the mask.

“You had your three minutes. You know what I’m gonna do to you now, don’t you?”

“Yes.” I try to nod.

“Say it.”

“Fuck me,” I whisper, lifting my hips toward him again.

His masked head tilts. “Oh, I will,” he says, voice low and deliberate. “But you have to beg for it.”

His free hand drags up my thigh, hiking my dress higher.

Fingers graze my pussy, sliding slowly between my lips—parting them, but giving me no pressure.

I buck toward him, needy, desperate.

“Please,” I whimper.

“That’s a good girl,” he praises with a dark chuckle.

His thumb flicks over my clit once, sharp enough to make me jolt like I’ve been shocked.

“You scared yet?”

“Try harder,” I breathe, my laugh daring him.

His voice dips lower, right in my ear. “You want to be scared?”

“Y–yes,” I gasp.

His laugh is pure wickedness before he finally pushes two fingers inside me. My eyes roll back, thighs locking around his hand as my body shivers from the first deep thrust.

“Oh my god,” I groan, lifting my head to watch him work me.

“I’ve waited too long for this, little bunny.”

Each word claws through me, twisting in my stomach, pounding in my heart.

“Me too,” I admit, breathless.

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