Page 18 of Midnight Masquerade

"Good." He drags me back down for another kiss before planting his hands on my ass to squeeze and knead my cheeks.

I moan, rocking against him. His erection hits the perfect spot, and sparks of electricity shoot through my body.

"Fuck." He bucks his hips into mine. His hands slide up my sides, his thumbs grazing the sides of my breasts through the soft fleece of my unicorn onesie.

I shiver and moan, rocking my hips harder against the hard ridge of his erection.

"That's it, baby," he growls, his eyes locked on my face. "Grind on my dick just like that. Get yourself nice and worked up for me."

"Drake," I whimper as he plays with my nipples through the fabric. They tighten into aching points, desperate for more of his touch.

"I'm going to strip this costume off you," he rumbles, pinching and tugging. "Lay you out naked right here. Spread your thighs wide and lick that sweet little pussy until you're gushing all over my tongue."

I moan wantonly, the image sending molten lava gushing through my veins. The fleece between my legs is drenched, the fabric providing delicious friction as I continue to rock and grind against him.

"Please," I beg. "I need you, Drake. I'm so empty."

In a swift, smooth move, he flips me onto my back beneath him, caging me in with his massive body. Anticipation and need crackle through my body as his heated gaze rakes over me.

"I'm going to unwrap you like a goddamn Halloween treat," he rumbles, his deep voice husky with want.

I laugh softly, more than willing to let him overdose on me tonight. He told me outside of Ms. Viola's that he didn't need candy when he could eat me. I guess he's going to get his wish.

His hands find the hidden zipper at my throat and tug, dragging it slowly down the front of my body. Cool air kisses my skin as he peels the fluffy unicorn costume open, baring me to his eyes inch by delicious inch.

Goosebumps prickle my skin, my nipples chafing against the thin cotton of my white bra.

He doesn't seem to mind my boring underwear, though. He makes a low sound of approval deep in his throat as he pushes the costume off my shoulders and down my arms. "Jesus Christ," he groans. "You're fucking stunning, Madeline."

I fight the urge to cover myself as he sits back on his heels and just stares, drinking in my body like he's committing every curve and dip to memory.

"So goddamn beautiful," he murmurs almost reverently, his fingertips ghosting over my collarbone and down between my breasts.

"This spot right here," he rumbles, circling a single fingertip over my breastbone. My heart pounds so hard I feel it vibrating my bones. "The way your cleavage swells above the cups of your bra, like an offering just for me? I want to bury my face right here and never come up for air."

I moan, arching into his touch as he cups the heavy swells of my breasts. He squeezes gently, his thumbs grazing my nipples through the thin cotton. They pucker and tighten, straining toward his touch.

"These perfect fucking tits," he groans. "Full and round and made to fill my hands. I'm going to worship these later, unicorn. Take my time with them until you're sobbing for me."

"Drake," I whimper, my core clenching with need.

His hands trail lower, dancing over my belly. "This soft little thing is so fucking sweet." His eyes flicker to mine. "Every time I feel it against me, I get so fucking hard, Madeline."

He holds my gaze as he dips his head, placing his lips against it. I groan, arching against him as his beard tickles my skin. He nips and sucks, lavishing attention on my stomach as if he truly does find it sexy. And hell, maybe he does. Nothing about this man is ordinary.

He kisses lower, trailing his lips over my skin, leaving a blazing path of desire in his wake that has me ready to come unglued. I squirm beneath him, my breath coming in short, panting gasps as he moves down my body with agonizing slowness.

"Drake," I whine, arching toward his face, impatient and needy. "Please."

He chuckles, his warm breath fanning over my belly button. "Patience, unicorn. I'm savoring my Halloween treat."

"Your Halloween treat is going to poison you," I groan.

"At least I'll die satisfied."

Oh my god. He's so ridiculous. And so freaking sweet at the same time.

His fingers curl into the band of my cotton panties, and he tugs them down just enough to reveal the top of my mound to his heated gaze. I fight the urge to slam my thighs together, to hide myself from him. But the way he's looking at me like I'm the most delicious thing he's ever seen, keeps me still.