23. Colin
Colin
I tuck Mayson against me as I walk us back to the house. The party is still going, but if anyone tries to say anything to me, I’ll punch them square in the mouth. All I care about right now is getting my girl up to my room and taking care of her over and over for the entire night.
And maybe into the morning.
And all day.
In fact, maybe I won’t leave her body for the rest of our lives.
My mask is still on, even though I want to rip it off so I can take her mouth with mine.
I want to bury my face in her sweet little pussy before pumping her full of my cum once again.
I want to take her in every position known to man so I can make her come from every angle and see how many different ways I can get her to fall apart for me.
No one pays us much attention as I walk through the people in our living room and up the stairs. I kick and lock the door behind me. Everyone can get the fuck out at some point. They know better than to try and stay here longer than they should.
Mayson lifts her head, realizing where we are and seeming to become somewhat aware instead of her blissed out post orgasmic state she’s been in. She starts to wiggle out of my hold, and I let her so she can come face to face with my mask.
The top of her head barely reaches my shoulder as she looks up to me, covered in fake blood and dirt. The stick in her hair and mud smeared on her perfect skin makes the blood look even more real.
“What’re you even supposed to be?” I finally ask.
She looks down at herself, like she needs to see it to remember, then looks back up and shrugs. “A murder victim.”
“Why?”
“What’re you?” she diverts.
I tilt my head to the side. “What do you want me to be?”
Her eyes narrow, clearly not happy with my answer, but it’s true. I didn’t have anything specific in mind, I just wanted a mask and dark clothes to chase her down in. Other than that, I’m whatever she wants me to be.
“My first instinct is to say, ‘gone.’”
“That’s not going to happen, try again.”
“Figured,” she scoffs before her eyes trail down my body, and then her hands are on my stomach, pushing my hoodie up. I raise my arms so she can push it all the way off. And I let her.
Her fingers trail along the indents of my abs, tracing them and I let her explore because her hands on me feel so amazing. I want her to go lower, touch me everywhere, and she does. Unbuckling my belt, and unbuttoning my pants, I go to remove the mask, but she stops me.
“Keep it on,” she commands and I want to argue with her, but then she’s guiding me to my bed, and forcing me to sit down. The thought of her having some control over me turns me on more than I thought it would. Just like the other week when she tied me up and blew me.
If she wants me to keep the mask on then I’ll do it for her.
I sit, leaning back on my hands, waiting for what’s going to happen next.
Mayson reaches behind her, unzipping her dress and letting it fall onto the floor.
I notice some of the small scratches and bruises starting to form, marring her perfect skin.
I know she’s going to wear them like a badge of honor and I’m filled with pride knowing I’m the reason they’re there in the first place.
She reaches behind her, unhooking her bra and adding it to the pile on the floor while she stands completely bare in front of me. My hands clench with the desire to grab her hips and yank her on top of me, but I try to be patient.
It pays off because Mayson steps closer, placing her knee next to my hip, then the other one, straddling my lap. When her weight settles on me I wish more than anything she’d taken my pants off before having me sit here. And then she swivels her hips, and I grab her skin to hold her still.
“You can’t be naked and on top of me without riding my cock right now,” I tell her, seriously.
“Aw, are you desperate to feel my pussy again?” she taunts, and I tighten my grip on her hips.
“Careful,” I threaten. “I’m letting you have some fun, but you know I could throw you onto this bed and do whatever I want with you. Again.”
She shivers, and leans forward, pressing her forehead against my mask as she rubs herself over me once more.
“Take the mask off,” I growl, wanting to feel her mouth on mine. I want to taste her skin, suck her nipple into my mouth, impale her on my cock and watch her ride.
“No, I’m going to fuck you, but I want the mask to stay on. ”
My hand moves to her throat, collaring it there and the move causes her to rub herself against me even more. I know she loves when I hold her like this.
“You can fuck me now, but the rest of the night I get to have you however I want.”
“Chasing me in the forest wasn’t enough?”
“Doesn’t seem like it was enough for you either.” I tighten my hand on her throat, just enough that she can feel it.
“Maybe you’re not as great as you think you are.”
“We both know that’s a fucking lie. Take my cock out, babe, I want to see you ride it.”
She swallows against my palm, and reaches down. Her hand spears into my pants, gripping my cock that’s rock hard even directly after fucking her the first time tonight. She squeezes, pulling me out of the confines of my pants, and I lift to push them down a little more to have extra room.
Mayson positions herself over me, swiping my dick through her wetness, looking down between us to watch the action. She moans when the head hits her clit and I want to push her down completely on me, but hold myself back, just barely.
Her palm lands on my chest, pushing me down on my back and I go, keeping my eyes on the spot where we’re almost connected as she continues to tease my cock.
I hold her thigh, needing to touch her while my other hand snakes up her body to pluck at her tightened nipples that I want to suck into my mouth.
Her hips buck, bringing the tip of my dick even closer to feeling her tight wet heat once again.
“Come on, Mace, put us both out of our misery and drop your wet little cunt onto me.”
“Beg for it.” She smirks.
I grip her thigh tightly, and the sensation of her warmth on my tip, knowing just how amazing it feels to be buried inside her, is enough for me to let her have this. Just once.
“Please,” I grit on. “Please, let me bury myself in this perfect pussy.”
Her jaw drops at the same time as her ass and I’m back in the softest, tightest, wettest pussy I’ve ever felt. I groan, moving both my hands to her hips and digging my fingers into her skin as she stays still, fully seated on me adjusting to the stretch.
“Tell me how it feels,” I groan, wanting her to say something to distract from my need to come way too soon.
“So good, so fucking full, you’re so deep.” She moans and maybe it was a bad idea to have her talk because hearing her say that has me closer to release than I was before.
“Damn fucking right I am, and you better get to riding so I can feel you come on me again.”
Her hand slides up my chest, up to my neck where my silver chain is resting against my skin.
She hooks her finger in it, twisting it once around her finger and moving it to the side so the metal bites the skin of my neck.
I lift my chin, showing her I want more.
She could fully choke me right now and I’d take it.
I’ll take it all as long as she stays just like this, on top of me while I’m buried inside her.
“I like this,” Mayson comments, moving her finger along the chain.
“And I like this,” I slap my palm down on her ass.
She yelps, bucking her hips forward, rubbing herself against me.
I grip her ass tightly, trying to guide her movements over me.
I want her to get herself there just like this while I hold back from filling her up once again.
And when I do fill her up, I’m going to push my cum back in so she stays full of it.
“You like this too.” She lifts up, then drops back down while bracing both her hands on my chest, pressing her weight down on me.
“Fuck yeah I do.” I flex my hips up to fuck up into her even harder.
She digs her nails into my chest and I groan at the sensation.
She’s everywhere, the weight of her, the smell of her, my life has been completely consumed by Mayson since the day she walked into it.
And it’ll continue to be that way for the rest of our lives.
She lifts up again, then back down and works up to a steady rhythm she gets lost in.
I join her, letting her do what feels good because everything she’s doing feels fucking amazing to me.
I keep groaning out praises while she rides me.
I can’t help but fuck up into her, slamming our hips together when I feel her getting close.
“There you go, babe,” I moan, bringing my thumb to her clit, rubbing it exactly how she needs.
When she squeezes around me so tightly, I know she’s close and it’s a good thing because with the way she’s strangling my dick there’s no way I could hold back much longer.
“I’m—” Mayson moans.
“I know you are, do it.”
She does, letting go, coming with a cry as she continues to buck on top. I grab her hips, moving her the way I need while I thrust up into her and then I’m joining her release with a loud groan of my own.
Mayson collapses onto me, her head dropped to my chest, breathing heavily while our bodies are still connected. I don’t want to move from this spot, and she doesn’t do anything to move either. So we don’t.
That is, until Mayson reaches up to push the mask off my face, and then her lips are on mine, and just like that, I’m lost in her once again.