Chapter 42 Blake
Blake
Iturn up the speed on the vibrator. A second later, she comes screaming and thrashing on the bed.
I watch with hungry eyes as pleasure overtakes her entire body. Her nipples are bright pink. So is her peaches-and-cream skin. Beads of sweat dot the swell of her boobs. My mouth waters to run my tongue over her skin, to suck on those sweet tits.
She pushes my hand away when it’s too much. I give her a minute as I watch her come down. She’s breathing hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
I tilt my head at her. “We’re not done.”
Her eyes flicker as she stares at my masked face. I’ve never done this before—role-playing. But it’s fun. And really hot.
I press the vibrator on her clit again. She comes again seconds later. She’s whimpering and moaning. Then she pushes me away again.
I hold her throat, careful not to press too hard, despite how much she’s moving underneath me while she climaxes.
I lower my face to her ear. “You’re gonna give me one more orgasm, naughty girl.”
Her eyes sparkle when I call her that. She bites back a pleasure-drunk smile.
I press the vibrator to her clit again. Her eyes roll back, and her smile fades away. She gets louder, more desperate.
“That’s it, naughty girl. You’re so close.”
My gaze takes in how soaked her panties are. A feral sound rips from my throat.
“Oh, fuck. Look at you.”
I maneuver my hand so I can touch the soaked fabric while still holding the vibrator to her clit.
“Look at that sweet pussy. You’re soaking wet, babe.”
“Oh my god, Blake…I…I’m almost…I can’t believe it…”
She trails off, the look in her eyes cloudy and dazed. A second later, she breaks. She screams so loud, my ears ring. She’s shaking, trembling, making all these sweet, desperate noises. My cock is as hard as concrete.
I watch, mesmerized by the wild way her body moves when she comes. Her skin is flushed and dotted with sweat. My mouth waters with the urge to run my tongue over her skin.
Not yet. This is her fantasy, me in a mask. I don’t want to do anything to take her out of it.
When she pushes my hand away, I turn off the vibrator and toss it aside.
I run my hand up the side of her body and grip her chin. She looks at me, but it takes a second for her eyes to focus. She looks like she’s drunk from coming three times in a row.
“You good?” I ask.
She smiles and nods.
I trace my thumb over the seam of her lips. “Is that sweet little mouth ready for my dick?”
“Yes. Please, Blake. Give me your cock. I want it.”
Pleasure races through my dick and balls. Fuck…hearing her beg for my cock is going to make me pass out.
I stand up next to the bed. She gets on her knees, pulls down my pants, grabs my dick, and then licks the head. My knees buckle as she slowly teases and sucks, jerking me in her soft hand.
She goes slow, drawing it out. I stand there for what feels like minutes, struggling just to stay upright.
Flames lick the base of my spine. Every muscle in my body is tight. Everything is throbbing, aching.
Heat shoots through my lower abdomen. And then she takes me fully into her mouth and sucks. Hard.
“Oh, fuck,” I growl, threading my fingers through her hair. “That’s so…ah, shit.”
My brain splinters into a million pieces as the pleasure inside of me explodes.
I groan as I come, spilling down her throat. I almost fall over, but I manage to stay upright.
I look down right as Briar pulls off of me. She’s on her knees, gazing up at me, that pouty little mouth wet with my come, her eyes bright, her hair messy, her tits spilling out of her bra.
She licks her lips and smiles up at me. A possessive, wild feeling takes hold inside of me. I rip off the mask, grab her face, and kiss her, hard.
I want to do this with her again. I want to make every fantasy she ever has come true.
That familiar hopeful feeling blooms through my chest for the millionth time.
Stay in the moment. Don’t hope for more. She’s not ready.
By the time we break apart, we’re both panting for air.
“How was that?” I ask.
“Incredible. Amazing. Everything I wanted it to be and more.” Briar grabs my hand. “Thanks for indulging my fantasy.”
Her voice is sweet and soft. I kiss her again, sweet and soft this time. “Anytime,” I say against her mouth.
When we break apart, her gaze runs up and down the length of my body. She opens her mouth like she wants to say something, but then she closes it quickly.
I brush her hair out of her face. “What is it?” I ask.
She hesitates again for a moment. “You should post a photo of yourself with that mask on to your Instagram.”
I laugh, surprised at what she just suggested. “Wait, seriously?”
She beams. “Yeah. Your followers would go crazy for you in a mask.”
I think for a second. I’ve never thought to do that before. But maybe Briar’s right. She’s been a follower of my account for a while. She knows what people want because she’s one of them.
“Okay. Can you take the photo?” I grab the mask and put it back on.
I pose against the wall so there are no identifying images in the pics. Briar snaps a bunch of photos and shows them to me.
“Your followers are going to lose their minds when they see you in that mask,” she says.
I grin as I post a photo with the caption, All dressed up for you. “I guess we’ll see.”