Chapter Twenty Five

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I was warm, snuggled up under the covers with an arm wrapped around my waist while I was pressed against the hard body behind me.

Masky was breathing lightly, the air coming out in little puffs and tickling my ear as I blinked my eyes open.

The room was still dark but the digital clock next to the bed was flashing 4:55 am.

I was never an early riser and after last night I'd have expected to sleep for another 24 hours but instead I was up even before Masky, ready to take on the day ahead.

I turned to face him, using a hand to prop my head up as I looked at him from under my dark lashes.

He looked so innocent in this moment, his lips slightly parted while his thick eyebrows were furrowed, his long lashes fanning his cheeks as he slept.

I used my free hand to smooth the crease between his brows, trailing my fingers down to his sideburns and then even lower, brushing them against his neck and collarbone. My fingers stilled as I marveled at the scars that littered his pale skin, the pads of my fingers gently pressing down on a large scar over his chest.

My breath caught in my throat when my wrist was suddenly captured in a tight grip and I saw his brown eyes fly open.

His expression was unreadable and he stared at me for a good five seconds before he arose, the covers falling off his shoulders as he looked down at me, still holding my hand.

"H-hi?" My voice came out as an inaudible whisper.

He certainly looked more intimidating than he did when he was asleep but I relaxed when I saw his expression soften as his eyes roamed over my still naked body.

I couldn't even be embarrassed considering what we had done last night.

My insides clenched from the memory and he pushed me onto my back, coming to rest between my legs.

"Hmm," he rumbled low in his throat as he buried his face in my chest, his voice sounding deeper than usual, causing butterflies to riot in my tummy.

I let out a light chuckle and smoothed his messy hair as his hands gripped my waist, "you were watching me sleep, huh?"

"I was debating whether I should smother you," I lied, causing him to peer up at me for a moment before he dug his fingers into the skin of my waist, causing me to suck in a sharp breath.

"Spread your legs," he ordered.

I almost gave in at his tone but I stood my ground, "you must've been really tired to snore that loudly."

"And you must've been exhausted the way you passed out on my dick," he returned, clearly trying to one-up me.

And it worked. I was too embarrassed to think of a clever enough retort.

"I'll know better than to stop just because you're asleep next time," he slid up my body, grabbing my chin as he dared me to keep eye contact.

I eventually yielded, looking away from him and pulling my lower lip into my mouth, biting down in frustration, "we need to talk about that, you know."

"About what?"

"Last night."

"I'm listening."

I blew out a breath, "I just..."

"You what?" He asked after I paused, sounding impatient.

"Don't you feel like you were a little bit too forceful?"

"No," came his immediate response.

"Masky-"

"You enjoyed it, right?"

I couldn't deny that.

Although I wasn't a virgin by any means it was the first time I'd had such an experience. Granted my earlier endeavors were with someone who was previously a virgin as well and there was a lot of checking in to make sure everything was going the way it should, so I'd never expected Masky to have such blatant disregard for my safety when I was that vulnerable.

Sex with him was quite the experience but I wasn't sure if I should be letting him continue to treat me like he was. If I don't create any boundaries for him who knows how far he'll go?

"I just think we need to lay down a few ground rules," I looked into his eyes.

"Rules?"

"About what's okay to do and what isn't."

His eyes were emotionless and he continued to look at me for a few seconds until I started to feel nervous, fidgeting with the covers and looking down at my toes peeking out from the other end of the blanket.

"Do I look like someone who cares about rules? Besides you're mine to do what I want."

I was about to object when I felt his hand slide down south.

"Is this how you treated all the women you've been with?"

His hand stilled for a moment and I saw his jaw tick before his fingers started edging closer again.

"Spread your legs."

"Masky-"

"Shh," he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck and I sucked in a gasp when he was sliding a finger inside me, "you talk too much."

I wasn't as wet as I could've been but that didn't stop him and I whimpered out softly as I felt him flex his finger against my g-spot while he latched on to my neck, sucking harshly on my skin to leave hickeys.

He only stopped to slide his tongue into my ear, causing my whole body to convulse as the new sensation made pleasurable ripples course through me.

"I'm going to use you again," his gruff voice in my ear made me whimper against my will and I fisted the sheets tightly.

Why did his words make my body feel so good? It was like I was aching to give myself up to him.

I was definitely wet now and he used the added moisture to slide another finger inside my already sore entrance, twisting his fingers around inside me and making a "come hither" motion that stimulated my g-spot and had me wrapping my arms around his neck, shaking against him.

"Look how easy it is to get you going," he teased and I could hear the smirk in his voice.

It made me upset but I was currently feeling too much pleasure to defend myself, clutching at him like a lifeline and trying to squeeze my legs closed as he continued the torture.

"Fuck, I'm so hard," he groaned, using his free hand he was now stroking himself and I whimpered at the memory of him stretching me to my limits last night.

The thought of having him inside me again made me let out involuntary moans as I dug my nails into his skin.

"You want it, don't you?" without waiting for a response he was sliding down, latching on to me without warning. The feel of his warm tongue on my sensitive nub had my legs shaking.

Throwing my head back, I arched up, pressing myself against him even more as his tongue swirled around my bundle of nerves and then started a rhythm as he alternated between sucking and flicking his tongue back and forth, drawing out a string of moans from me.

He sounded like he was enjoying himself too, moaning into me as he continued to work his fingers back and forth, my juices slopping out uncontrollably.

My eyes rolled back, stomach trembling as I was practically hyperventilating, my hips moving in sync with his mouth on me, the dirty sounds of him slurping and licking heightening my pleasure.

He slid his fingers out and I squeaked out loud when he suddenly smacked my sensitive skin, a jolt of pleasure running through my entire body.

"You're so fucking pretty," his hands were then under my hips and he wrapped them around my thighs, lifting my lower half up so he could continue to feast.

I was whimpering soon after, gasping and squirming as he continued to lick at me way past the point of ecstasy.

I had to intervene, pushing his head away as my body jerked from the aftershocks.

He was looking down at me with an unreadable expression before his hand was suddenly around my neck and he was pressing me into the soft mattress.

My hands clutched at his but I was too weak to really make a difference.

With his free hand, he was grasping his thick erection and he used his legs to spread mine open.

I gasped when he smacked the bulbous tip against my bundle of nerves before using my juices to lubricate himself, spreading my lips open as he slid it back and forth while looking directly into my eyes.

I swallowed hard, each time his tip came close to my entrance he would tease me, pressing against me so I could feel it trying to force its way in before he slid it upwards again, rubbing between my folds.

"Please, Masky," I was surprised at how desperate I sounded, but it was just too much to bear. He continued the slow torture, pressing into me just enough for it to feel like a penetration before he was sliding up again, a sadistic gleam in his eyes.

I was getting lightheaded now that his grip on my throat was tightening and I had a hard time keeping my eyes open, my entire body experiencing a tingling sensation all over.

Finally, he decided I'd had enough and I let out an elongated moan when I felt him start to force his way inside for real this time. He didn't wait for me to adjust, ramming himself inside with a gruff sound as his free hand joined the first, capturing my neck in his grasp and squeezing as he forced his way into me.

I tried to speak but I couldn't and tears escaped my eyes as pain mingled with pleasure in a feeling that was so intense I saw stars dance in my vision. Masky was filling me, his thick length bucking into me roughly as he sucked in a breath.

After ramming himself into me to the hilt he paused and let go of his grip on my neck, now grasping the base of his shaft and slowly pulling out while I was struggling to catch my breath.

He slid off the bed and grabbed my arm, pulling me along with him in the direction of the bathroom.

I almost stumbled a few times, my legs weak and my core swollen and throbbing.

As soon as we entered the bathroom I was slammed against one of the mirrored walls and his lips were on mine, his tongue delving into my mouth as his hand groped and kneaded my breasts.

My hands were splayed across his chest as he continued the rough kiss, his own hands leaving my breasts and gripping my waist, digging in.

"Turn around," he ordered, and when I didn't immediately do as I was told he was turning me around gruffly, pinning me to the wall with one hand on my head as he used his legs to kick mine apart.

I could see our reflections in the mirrors. The way his shoulders heaved and his muscles rippled as he looked down at me.

The view of his turgid phallus, veiny and thick as it throbbed wildly, had me holding my breath in anticipation and I squeezed my eyes shut, my hands splayed across the wall.

"Look," he grunted into my ear, pressing his tip against my slippery entrance, "look what I'm doing to you."

I didn't dare open my eyes.

His hand was then in my hair, grasping it tightly as he tugged my head back forcefully and rammed into me in the same breath.

My eyes flew open and I let out a breathy scream that reverberated off the walls.

"Fuck, that's amazing," He was clearly enjoying himself, spreading my cheeks with his free hand and he slid himself in deeper and then out, as deep as he could go and back again, smacking and grasping my behind roughly.

I was sore but it only seemed to add to the pleasure as he continued to thrust into me, the wet sounds of our bodies slapping together so dirty it had me drooling.

"Look at it," he urged, pulling out almost to the point of separation so I could see the full length of him slide back into me with slow precision, "you love this fat cock don't you?"

I could only moan, my inner walls spasming on his girthy member, my back arched to the point where it was almost too much to bear but he only kept going, ramming into me over and over until my legs were shaking too much for me to remain standing. I felt incredibly full but my body was still burning hot with the desire for more. How much more? I didn't know but I could tell it wouldn't be long before I was completely annexed by him, wanting nothing more than to be used like this.

He picked me up then when he realized I could no longer stand, propping himself up against the wall as he held me bridal style and used his free hand to smack himself on my leaking entrance before sliding in again. With my arms now wrapped around his neck, he pressed his lips against mine, kissing me deeply as he was still working himself in and out.

"Oh my god!" I gasped against his mouth when he finally ended the kiss, he then latched onto my neck, biting and sucking on the tender skin there.

"Mh, come on I can feel your pussy squeezing my cock," he mumbled into my ear and I sucked in a sharp breath, marveling at the frenzy of sensations I was experiencing all at once. I'd never felt like this before.

"You're mine."

I whimpered at the way he growled those words into my ear and he picked up the pace, delving deeper and deeper until the only thing I could hear was skin slapping against skin over my moans.

"Mm, I'm close," He announced, pausing to slide himself out of me as he placed me on my wobbly legs again and smacked my ass, bending me over so he could have a clear view of my most private regions.

It was hard to not be embarrassed with the way he was looking at me like some kind of predator as he used a hand to caress my backside, sliding his thumb over my wet folds and then lower, stimulating my bundle of nerves while his other hand was stroking himself, coated in my glistening juices.

I couldn't help but move my hips in a kind of dance as his fingers played with my sensitive bud, flicking and rubbing while periodically dipping two fingers in after some time, it caused a sudden buildup of pleasure that was eventually too much to hold back.

"I- I'm so close," I whispered softly and my prayers were answered, he was filling me again while his fingers continued to toy with my most sensitive bud, juices squelching with each thrust as my body was preparing for the eventual feel of Euphoria to come.

He was grunting now, slamming into me and spanking me so hard I could see the red streaks his fingers left behind on my tan skin.

"Take it all," he gritted out between clenched teeth, grabbing my hips and slamming my hips back onto him as he surged forward just the same, making sure every inch of him was now buried inside me. I couldn't hold back any longer and my orgasm tore through me with an intensity that had my mind reeling, sending pleasurable ripples throughout my body while my inner muscles spasmed around him wildly.

That seemed enough to do him in and he pulled out then, releasing hot sticky fluid onto my behind.

I stayed there for a few seconds after he was done and he stood back, his member still dripping, regarding me with a satisfied expression on his face like an artist who'd just completed his latest masterpiece.

After a while he grabbed my hand and led me over to the shower, turning on the hot water and making sure the temperature was perfect before he began to wash me.

I was unsure of what I could say to him in that moment but I smiled.

My body was still basking in the afterglow but I could now also feel the aftermath of our actions, the bite marks and bruises on my neck stung and my lower regions were swollen and sore, more so than they were last night.

For some reason, Masky was still rock hard and as he caressed my body, water cascading off both of us, he slid a hand between my legs, rubbing me there.

I flinched a bit, which got his attention.

"Does it hurt?" He asked, a gleam in his eyes.

"A little."

A finger slipped inside and I caught my breath.

"Good," he smirked, sliding the finger back and forth as he wrapped an arm around me, our gleaming bodies now pressed together.

I slid a hand down, pushing his away slowly, "we have to start getting ready soon."

"Mm," he mumbled, slipping the finger out and pressing his forehead against mine, peering into my eyes, "but I want more."

"You've had enough," I couldn't help but chuckle and he grumbled, grasping my behind and spreading my cheeks open in the same breath.

"Not nearly enough."

Despite this, he agreed to give me a break and I managed to shower and wash my hair although he was groping me the whole time. The bathroom had everything you could ever need for self-care and I took advantage of that, shaving every bit of stray hairs from my body and exfoliating while Masky watched in wonder.

After our shower, we went back to the bedroom and got dressed and I managed to find a hairdryer to dry my thick hair, detangling and moisturizing it before putting it in some big twists that I planned to style later, happy to be going home where I would have the right products that I needed.

Masky came up behind me while I was bent over, putting my socks on. He placed his hands on my hips, pressing his groin against me so I could feel him through both our clothes.

I slid the socks on with a shake of my head but before I could stand upright again he was grabbing my neck from behind, keeping me bent over as I quickly braced my hands against the bed.

His free hand flipped my skirt up and tugged my panties down in all but two seconds and he was then rubbing his thumb over my swollen and tender flesh, spreading my folds open as he mumbled, "so pink."

I huffed, "Masky, not again. I'm really sore."

He stilled and then he was sliding my panties back in place, letting me go.

I turned to look at him and caught the hint of a smile before it was covered by his mask as he slid it into place.

"I guess I'll eat you out later then."

I blushed, turning away so I could grab my sneakers and put them on.

One thing's for sure, his stamina is certainly through the roof. It made my stomach tingle to think about all we'd done and all we could do but there was also a part of me that was anxious about what this meant for us.

We weren't dating, that's for sure but he said I was his, we'd had amazing sex twice now but there's no way I could continue to see him after everything was back to normal. He was still a killer and I still had goals and aspirations I hoped to achieve in the future.

He didn't fit anywhere in all those plans.

The thought that I'd made a mistake crept into my mind but I shook it off, deciding to just take things a day at a time.

Someone like him would never be content with a snoozefest like me anyway, he'd eventually get bored and find someone else to feed his obsession for sure. I could only imagine all the women he'd become obsessed with in this past, just like this, and how those interactions might have ended.

On a good note, I hoped.

I ran my fingers over my neck and shoulder and I couldn't help the smile that came over my face.

It did feel good to have those reminders.

The dull ache between my legs and the tenderness of my skin, it made me feel like he'd stamped himself into me. I wish I had done the same to him, but I was so lost in him in those moments I could only focus on the pleasure he gave me.

I looked over at him, gathering the few things we'd brought with us and I bit my lip in thought. Masky didn't strike me as a giver at first but now that I think about it, he was intent on making sure I was pleased, before himself.

He hadn't even given me the option to return the favor.

It's possible he just liked to be in control all the time, but where's the fun in that?

He turned to me then, his expressionless mask giving nothing away, "you ready?"

"Yeah."

He put on the backpack, holding a gloved hand out to me and I took it, following behind as we exited the hotel room.

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