Behind the Mask Ch. 20

Another shy spell overtook me, and I pressed my thighs together, arms wrapped over my boobs. He climbed onto the bed, gently parting my knees and moving in between them. Then he took my hands and pulled them away from my chest, leaving me completely exposed.

"Don't hide from me, Lexi," he murmured. "No more masks. I see you." I started crying, and he leaned down to kiss me. I let the tears trail down my face while I held him, and they were dry by the time he pulled away. He reached over to the tray of condoms and put one on himself before leaning in again. I pushed against his chest, and he looked at me questioningly. Reaching down, I rolled the condom off his manhood, tossing it away before taking hold of him and guiding him back to my arousal.

"No more masks," I whispered, before pushing him into me. He groaned as I bit back a cry. He was thicker than I remembered, stretching me out until it hurt. I relished the pain, using my legs to pull him closer, push him deeper. I wanted him to ruin me. "The safe word is 'mercy.'"

"Lexi... are you on any--"

"No, I'm not. How could you put it in without any protection?" I moaned, hooking my ankles together. "What if I get pregnant? Oh God, are you gonna put a baby in me?"

He caught on quickly, playing along with the fantasy. "We're already engaged. You didn't think I was gonna knock you up?" He started thrusting into me, his thick crown turning me inside out with each pass.

"But I'm not ready. I'm only nineteen." He throbbed inside me, making me spasm. Damn, I was still crazy sensitive. "You can't cum inside me--"

Suddenly he started ravishing me, and all I could do was moan and take it. I clung onto his back, broad and hard with muscle, and in embarrassingly short order I was cumming on his cock, spasming pathetically on the bed. He pulled out of me, and the way he stretched my opening on his way out sent me into aftershocks. It must have been unsightly, but I didn't care. Fuck, he could get me off faster than when I watched my friends.

He knelt in front of me, panting and wiping sweat off his forehead. When I finally came back down, I rasped, "What was that...?"

"Sorry," he mumbled. "I guess you kinda triggered me."

"Ah, a good trigger... An aural g-spot..." I giggled and bit my lip. "So what was the trigger...?"

"Uh... The word 'inside,'" he confessed with a blush and a scratch of his head.

"Ohh... That makes sense... Explains why you took to the impreg fantasy so easily too..." He was still hard, and his member hopped at the mention of impregnation. "Hehe... My boy scout is a dirty little boy..."

"Hey, I got your number too," he said. "You like pain."

"Told you I was fucked up..." I replied lazily. "Now come on... Start fucking me again while my strength is gone... Like you drugged me and I'm completely helpless..." Before my very eyes, he started softening. Shit, okay, not into that kinda stuff. Understandable. I could work on that later. "Or you could just stuff that fat cock into me and turn me inside out." And we were back and off to the races. "Make me writhe on you as you go in and out and in and out... When you pull out of me is when it hurts the most, and it feels so good... Hurt me, baby..."

He took me in his arms and rolled until I was lying with my back to his chest, spreading my legs and pressing his tip against me. I guided him in and he pushed to the base before taking it back out, his tip scraping my insides. I told him as much and he began a vicious series of entries and exits, his cock pushing against my clit from the inside every time he sprang out of me. It was heavenly.

I groaned loudly, realizing he had me spread open for the camera in the ceiling. My friends were watching me get subjugated, and I came again to that thought and the immense pleasure he was giving me. Oh jeez, and he had soldier stamina. It hadn't even been that long and I was already a total mess. How much longer before he even came once? We had a long night ahead of us.

He climbed up on top of me again, soaked in sweat like I was. He was grinning ear-to-ear, clearly proud of himself.

"Holy shit..." I panted. "Please... Just finish me..."

"God, you're amazing," he grunted. "You're... You're actually on birth control, right?"

"Forgot to take it yesterday and today..." His eyes widened, and he looked like he wanted to say something about being irresponsible or some other asinine thing like that. But his cock was saying something different, and I grinned. I used my toes to caress his hardness, and whatever he was going to say died in his throat. "Don't pretend you don't want to breed me, baby. You can't hide from me either."

He shifted forward, pushing my knees up to my shoulders. Oh shit, please, mating press. He looked down at me and laughed once. "I love you, Lexi."

I giggled and held my legs up for him. "I love you too, August. Now stop being such a sap and dick your girl down."

He forced his cock down into me and I screamed. He'd find out later that mating press was my favorite. Our favorite, as it turned out. I moaned with every stroke, and without thinking I took his hand and wrapped it around my throat. He was pounding out a steady rhythm, and began choking me at just the right amount. I tightened around him in response, and finally he surrendered his essence to me. Warmth bloomed inside me and my eyes rolled back as he filled me. His thrusts continued, packing more and more into my womb until he finally let me breathe. Rolling to the side, he collapsed on the bed, spent. I pressed my legs together to keep as much in me as possible before shuffling closer to him, stroking his cheek tenderly. He smiled, eyelids drooping as he rubbed his nose against mine.

I wasn't making it back to my friends tonight, obviously. I adored them all, but I wasn't leaving my love. I'd finally gotten him back, and I was never going to let him go.

I'd found my happy ending. But what about you? I want to hear your story next.