Scream For Us (Holiday Masked Men #1)(8)

“Yes,” I cry out, throwing back my head, matching his merciless thrusts with my hips. “Oh, fuck, yes. Yes. Yes!”

My eyes start to close as my climax builds and builds, rapidly approaching.

“Look at me,” he savagely orders, slamming into me.

Hard.

Harder.

Even harder.

And I obey, staring desperately into the dark eyes of his mask. Something about this is so erotic, so twisted. Here I am, in a stranger’s bathroom, getting railed by Ghostface.

And even better, he’s fucking my brains out through the hole he ripped in my fishnets.

Please don’t kill me Mr. Ghostface. Not yet, at least.

Roughly squeezing my ass, and bruising my skin, he lifts me from the sink. Standing strong and tall, he bounces me on his thick, hard shaft. Adjusting to his size in this new position, my arms find their way around his neck. I cry out in ecstasy, grinding my clit against his pelvis, creating the perfect amount of friction.

“Yes,” I whimper, rubbing myself against him.

He brings me down harder each time, bucking his hips with each deliberate thrust, throwing me closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck,” he groans, slamming my back to the wall.

Wincing from the pain, my legs lock around his waist tighter. I cry out, moaning louder, and he claims me ruthlessly.

“Yes, baby. I want to hear you scream.”

No longer able to hold myself back, I scream out with pleasure, letting go completely.

“Good girl,” he praises, squeezing my ass as he slams into me with an urgency. “You’re such a good fucking girl.”

“Yes,” I whimper, as he nuzzles his mask into the crook of my neck, adjusting the angle, and sinking into me deeper. “God, yes!”

“I want everyone in this house to know that you’re mine.”

“Yes!”

“Tell them, baby.”

“I’m yours,” I breathlessly moan, rocking my hips to match his thrusts. “Yes!”

“That’s right. Such a good little slut. Bounce on daddy’s dick.”

Tightly grasping his shoulders, I ride his pulsating cock, breathing in the heady scent of his cologne. The seductive aroma washes over me, and my senses are heightened, sending me into a state of pure euphoria. He pulls me from the wall, easing me up and down on his thickness, urging me to rock my hips.

“Fuck,” he grunts, bringing me down harder. “Just like that.”

“Ghost,” I moan, right there.

“Come for me,” he urges.

My orgasm claims me, ripping through me, catching me completely off guard. The intensity is unimaginable. I’ve never gotten off without my vibrator, only by taking care of it myself, but Ghost hits all the right places.

My back arches, pleasure consuming my body from my head to my toes. My serotonin levels skyrocket, and in this moment, nothing else matters. As he moves within me, with slow, deep thrusts, he grasps me tighter, gaining back full control.

Pure bliss takes over, earth-shattering sensations rocking through me like nothing I’ve ever felt in my life.

This is what it’s supposed to feel like.

“Fuck,” he breathes, finding his release.

Easing my ass back onto the edge of the sink, he leans against me. Grazing my fingertips to the curve of his hips, I pull him closer, as his cum leaks down my thigh.

“Now that, little Quinn—” He firmly takes my jaw in his hand, tracing my lips with his thumb. “That is how you deserve to be fucked. Always.”





Chapter 5





Music erupts from the speakers, vibrations flowing through the bodies in motion. . The flashing strobe lights and smoke creeping its way up from the floor create a seductive ambiance, the living room being the most crowded area of the party. Black and orange balloons blanket the ceiling, a giant hanging spider decoration draped over our heads.

The energy and atmosphere are intense, and everyone seems to be having the time of their lives. And for once, I’m finally living, and having the time of mine.

I’ve never been one to let loose. I’ve always lived my life in a bubble, keeping myself distanced from everyone. I guess it’s safe to say that has always been my coping skill.

That’s how I’ve learned to protect myself, since nobody else ever has. Yet, tonight, I’m finally letting go, embracing the endless possibilities.

Swaying my hips and dancing to the beat, I sing along to the lyrics. Stretching out my arms above my head, and moving to the rhythm, the Halloween punch and Jell-O shot from earlier begin to creep up on me.

The Monster Mash begins to play, and everyone feels the vibe. Allowing my eyes to scan the room, I finally spot my three protectors leaning against the wall. Their attention is set on me, and only me, as they silently observe my every move.

Grazing my hands over my body, I start at my chest, slowly trailing down my abdomen, hips, and thighs. Seductively staring in their direction, not having a single care in the world.

Jason and Michael’s backs are pressed to the wall, arms folded over their chest. Ghost’s posture stiffens, his arms dropping to the sides as his hands ball into tight fists.

Confusion strikes me until I feel a light tap on my shoulder.

Turning around, I take in the sight of a guy dressed in black pants and a white T-shirt smeared with fake blood.