He withdraws his fingers again and I see them glistening with my juices in the dim lighting. My breath catches in my throat as I watch him lick his fingers clean again. Slowly, my breathing calms and my heart slows down, but the desire in me is more intense than ever.
He gives me that trademark smirk again and it sets my heart beating harder once more. There's something about this whole thing that's so surreal and yet, so intense. The fact that we're still wearing our masks, that I don't know who he is – it's so fucking electrifying and sensual to me. So fucking erotic. And I can't control myself.
I reach down and grab his cock through his pants. “I need to feel you inside of me.”
He shakes his head and slips my mask off, tracing a fingertip along my cheek. A shudder passes through me as he sets my mask gently on the bench beside us. His gaze burns into me, searing my very soul. He looks at me for a long moment, his eyes seeming to drink in my every feature now that my mask is off. His eyes glitter and sparkle behind his mask, the heat of his lust coming off him in waves. Heat that I can feel passing through every part of me.
I reach for his mask, desperate to see him, but the man puts his hands on my shoulders and gently pushes me down. I know exactly what he wants. Hiking my gown up a bit, I get down on my knees and reach for him. As I unbutton his pants and slide his zipper down, I can see his eyes glistening behind that mask. The look of pure desire on his face makes me even wetter than I already am. I'm now dripping wet and can feel my juices running down the insides of my thighs.
I slide his pants down to his hips and pull his cock out from his boxers. I grip it firmly at the base, eliciting a soft moan from him. I move my hand up and down his stiff rod, stroking him. Leaning forward, I run the tip of my tongue around the head of his cock, taking the tip between my lips and tasting his pre-cum.
Sliding my mouth over his rod, I take as much of him as I can. I grip the rest of his hard shaft with my hand and start working my mouth and hand in unison. Honestly, I haven't given head that many times in my life and am mostly copying what I've seen in the small amount of porn I've watched online. Given the way he's moaning, though, I'm pretty sure he's enjoying this – enjoying me sucking on his cock.
I hear his breathing grow a little ragged and his body stiffen. I grip him tighter and suck him harder, knowing he's close to bursting. With a gasp, he pulls back, and his cock falls out of my mouth. He reaches down and pulls me roughly to my feet. Kissing me hard, he turns me around, bending me over the railing of the gazebo.
I hear the sound of a package being torn open and look back to see him rolling a condom down the length of his cock. It's then I have the first flutter of worry, not knowing if I can take something so large inside of me.
I don't have to wonder long though. The man pushes my gown up over my hips and roughly yanks my panties down to the middle of my thighs. Stepping forward, he grabs hold of one shoulder and then places his cock inside of me. The sensation of him spreading me open so suddenly sends a sharp spike of pain shooting through me. I cry out and grimace.
The pain is quickly overwhelmed by a rush of pleasure so intense, it nearly brings tears to my eyes. The man starts pumping his hips, driving his cock into me hard and fast. Every thrust of his stiff shaft inside of me brings a slight twinge of pain that makes the flood of pleasure that much more vivid. That much more intense.
The sound of flesh meeting flesh rings out in the night air, and I let out a yelp of surprise when he smacks my ass hard enough to make my flesh sting. I've never been spanked before, but I have to admit that slight sting of pain is intense and makes the pleasure that much better.
“Talk dirty to me,” he says, his voice low and hoarse. “I want to hear you.”
I look back at him over my shoulder. I've never talked dirty before and honestly, am unsure how. I'm embarrassed to admit it to him, for some reason, wanting him to think I'm experienced. His eyes glitter behind his mask and that smile appears on his lips again
“Eyes forward,” he commands, his voice gruff.
I turn around and grip the rail of the gazebo hard, my nails digging into the wood as he pounds his cock into me from behind. I glance up at the house, making sure that nobody is headed our way, and let out a breath of relief when I see that we're still very much alone.
“You're a dirty girl, aren't you, Bree?”
I nod, but he smacks me on the ass, the sting of the blow radiating through my body. A soft groan passes my lips and I close my eyes, relishing the sensation.
“Tell me,” he says.
“Y – yes,” I say. “I'm a dirty girl.”
“Say it again,” he commands and thrusts his cock hard, hitting that sensitive spot deep inside me. “Louder.”
“Yes, baby,” I call out. “I'm a dirty girl. I'm your dirty girl. You like that?”
His hand is firm and strong on my ass as he slaps me again, drawing another squeal from my lips. My mind is spinning, my cheeks flare with color, and my eyes grow wide. I can't believe the words that are falling out of my mouth. I'm not easy. I don't talk this way. There's something about this man though, something about the way he fills me up and stretches me open, that sends dual spikes of pain and pleasure coursing through me, that have made me lose all sense. All control.
It's like this man has a key that's unlocked something deep within me. Something raw. Something primal. I've never felt sensations as intense as what I'm feeling right now, and it feels like it's consuming me. Swallowing me whole. My body is trembling, and my breathing is uneven.
And all I want is more. So much more.
His hand tightens on my shoulder and he drives his hard rod deep into me repeatedly. The sound of our flesh slapping together as he pounds his cock into me echoes throughout the gardens, blending with our soft moans, making an erotic melody.
I've never been stretched open like this man is doing to me right now. Not that I have a world of experience. I don't even have as much experience as Elizabeth, truth be told. But, I like what he's doing to me. It's scary, but sensual and amazing in more ways than I could ever imagine.
The man drives his cock into me harder and faster, plunging himself inside of me deeper. I bite my bottom lip to keep from crying out. Instead, a muffled moan bubbles up out of my throat as electric bolts of pleasure sear my every nerve ending.
“Fuck me,” I moan. “Fuck me with that hard cock, baby. Yes.”
There's another sharp sting of pain that tears through my body as he spanks me again and I bite back a yelp. He slaps my ass again and drives himself into me hard, hitting my sweet spot. I can't help but cry out as the mixture of pleasure and pain rocks my body.
I hear him grunting as his movements become more erratic. His grip on my shoulder tightens and his body tenses behind me.
“Come for me, baby,” I gasp.
I'm rewarded with another slap on the ass, this one harder than all the others. I bite my bottom lip, pleasure and pain flowing through me in equal measures. I feel the pressure in me building. My pulse is racing and with each thrust of that glorious cock, he brings me closer to the peak.
I push myself back against him, trying to take him even deeper, my whole body vibrating with ecstasy.
“I – I'm going to come,” I moan.
He smacks my ass again, even harder, and I can't bite back the yelp before it bursts out of my mouth. He drives his stiff rod into me and I feel like I'm being split in two, the sharp pain making me squeeze my eyes shut and grit my teeth.
“Come for me, Bree,” he grunts. “Come all over my cock.”
“Yes, baby,” I groan.