19. Alexis
CHAPTER 19
Alexis
M y eyes fly open as a hand wraps around my arm while his other bands around my midsection, preventing me from falling.
I look over my shoulder and meet his eyes behind the Ghostface mask. Victory shines in them, giving a predator-capturing-the-prey vibe.
He holds me against him. His hard cock pokes against my ass.
I open my mouth to scream, but his hand slaps over it before I make a sound. “Don’t even think about it.”
His voice sounds unnatural, as though he’s using something to alter it. It doesn’t leave any clues who’s behind the mask.
He drags me off the trail, pushing me into the forest. I’m terrified to fight him as I look down at the steep row of rocks jutting out below.
“I caught you. Now you’re mine. All mine,” he taunts.
I squeeze my eyes closed, hoping this is a nightmare. My lips quiver as he guides me deeper into the woods. I don’t fight him, conserving my strength until a safer opportunity arises.
The ground levels off, and I make my move. I jerk my elbow back, intending to slam it into his ribs. But he anticipates and blocks it. He shoves me before I attempt another defensive move, and I sprawl on the ground face-first.
He’s on me, yanking my pants down. I scream, my hands digging into the damp soil while I squirm and twist, trying to get away. He easily pins me beneath him, my bare ass exposed.
“Keep fighting me. I like it.” He pinches one ass cheek so hard I yelp before he gives it a hard smack, my flesh stinging from the hit.
Goosebumps prickle over my skin as he drags my running tights down my legs. When he yanks me to my hands and knees, I buck against him, trying to fight him off. When that attempt is futile, I try to headbutt him, planning to slam my skull into his mask. But he laughs as he dodges out of the way.
One of his hands dig into my hip while the other slides between my legs, cupping my bare, wet pussy. “Your beautiful pussy is soaked.” He hums against me, the vibrations flowing from his chest into my back. “I love that you’re not wearing panties. You were hoping to find me, weren’t you?”
“Fuck you,” I snap with more bravado than I feel. “Let me go.”
“Let you go? Oh, I don’t think so. Your pussy sure as hell doesn’t want me to go.”
He shoves a finger deep inside me, and I hate myself for the moan that slips from my lips. “No, you don’t want that at all, you beautiful liar.” His finger begins sliding in and out of me, and I’m horrified that my pussy grips it, trying to keep him inside.
“You want me, pretty little liar.” He shoves his finger back inside, the sensation feeling so fucking good that my resistance snaps, and I forget everything as I arch toward him. “So fucking wet for me.”
I grunt, trying to find the strength to resist him. “Get off me.”
He chuckles, whispering, “Nuh-uh. You ache for my touch.” He slaps my ass hard as I buck against him.
Wrapping one hand around my throat, he squeezes hard enough that he’s cutting off some of my air. His finger slides in and out of me, my soaked pussy making sloshing sounds that echo in the woods around us.
“Told ya. Your greedy pussy doesn’t want me to leave.” He adds a second finger, and I gasp, arching my back. My hips move toward him, and despite the shame flooding me, the pleasure he’s wrangling from my body is winning out.
No. Fight him.
“Stop,” I moan, my voice unconvincing, even to my ears.
“Oh, you don’t want that, pretty liar. This pussy is fucking dripping. You’d be pissed if I left you hanging.”
God, he’s right.
After what Evan did to me yesterday, I would be insanely pissed off.
This is Evan’s fault. If he hadn’t edged me, I wouldn’t be in this predicament, letting a masked stranger finger me.
“That’s right, little liar. Spread those legs wider. Show me that dripping, hungry cunt, begging for me to fill it.”
Jesus Christ.
His words make me wetter. I do exactly as he instructs, my kneecaps sinking into the cool, damp earth, the smell of pine mixing with my arousal, as I spread my legs wider for him.
He smacks my ass hard, then massages it. I yelp before a moan slips out.
“Please.”
“Please, what, Lexi? Use your words.”
“How do you… Know my name?”
He smacks my ass harder, and I whimper. “That’s not what you were begging for. Tell me or I’ll fucking stop.”
I swallow hard, his hand still around my throat. He squeezes a little tighter, and I give in to his demands. “Touch me. My pussy aches for your touch.”
“Mmmm. That’s what I like to hear.” He loosens his hold around my neck and shoves three fingers inside me.
“Too much,” I whimper.
“Shhh, little liar. You can handle it.” His movements are slower now that he has three digits inside me, filling and stretching my tight pussy. “See. Your tight pussy is taking my fingers so well.”
“Fuck,” I moan, sweat coating my skin as he continues filling and stretching me.
“Oh, yes. Look at that beautiful pussy gripping my fingers. Such a good fucking girl.”
Releasing my neck, he slaps my ass, then uses his thumb to massage my clit. My pussy relaxes, loosening slightly around his fingers, allowing him to slide in and out of me more easily.
“You’re such a good girl. You like me teasing your clit, don’t you?”
I whimper, arching my back and thrusting my ass toward him. “God, yes.”
He shoves his fingers inside me so hard and fast that I gasp, wincing from the pain.
“God isn’t giving this beautiful cunt pleasure, little liar. It’s me .” He leans over me, wrapping his fist around my hair and yanking my head back.
“I wanna hear you say it, Lexi. Ghostface is the one with his fingers inside that tight pussy.”
I stubbornly refuse, pursing my lips to keep any sound from escaping.
His hand slides to my throat, squeezing in a warning. His fingers move faster, in and out, while his thumb circles my clit. “Tell me,” he snaps, his voice harsh and gravelly, like he’s gritting his teeth in frustration.
“Fuck.” Pain mixes with pleasure as he plays my body like his personal piano, hitting every note perfectly.
He squeezes tighter, cutting off my air. “No, my name isn’t fuck, Lexi.”
I gasp, struggling for air that he’s not allowing. My hand lifts, clawing at his, but he won’t loosen his hold.
“Tell me.” He finally eases his grip, allowing me to breathe. I suck in giant gulps of oxygen, realizing I’m so damn wet my inner thighs are soaked from my juices.
He rubs my clit faster, pushing me closer to the edge. “Fuck yes, Ghostface,” my breathy voice rushes the words out before a long, loud moan escapes me, echoing from the trees. “I love your fingers in me, Ghostface. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
His evil laugh sends goosebumps racing down my spine. “My little liar likes pain with her pleasure.” He tightens his grip around my throat, fingering me hard and fast while his thumb circles my clit in a way that turns me into a wanton slut.
“Fuuuccck,” I rasp, my voice strained from his hold.
He chuckles again. “Mmm. Those legs are shaking. Your pussy is gripping me, your cream soaking my fingers.” He rubs the mask against my ear. “You wanna come, don’t you, Lexi?”
“Y-Yes.”
Right as I’m about to, his fingers slide out of me, his thumb moving away from my clit. He releases my neck, his large body no longer hovering over mine.
“What the…” My voice is breathy even as frustration fills me.
He slaps my ass, then gets to his feet. I watch him over my shoulder, confused and pissed that he’s leaving me hanging.
“You’re being punished for lying to me.” He takes another step back and then another. His hard cock tents his sweatpants, and God, I want him to shove it down my throat, choking on it.
What the hell is wrong with me?
He grabs the bulge in his pants, shaking it at me. “You want this? You’re gonna have to work for it.”
I push back to my knees, looking over my shoulder at him. “What do I have to do?” I despise how needy my voice sounds, the tremble giving me away.
“Run,” he says, pointing to the trail behind us. “Try to escape me.”
“And if I don’t?” I can’t believe I’m asking him that. “What if I refuse to run?”
“If you don’t run, I refuse to fuck you. But if you run and I catch you…” He squeezes his hard dick, making my mouth water. “I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll scream my name as you soak my big dick over and over.”
Jesus Christ. I’m panting, feral at the thought of coming all over his huge cock.
“Better get up and get moving.” He cocks his head, a challenge burning in his eyes behind the mask. “Unless you don’t want me to fuck you.”