Don't Get Caught: A Masked Men Novella (Masked Men series)

by Jaye Pratt

Mum me says, Please don’t have sex with strangers in a cemetery, no matter how good it sounds. You could get thrush, catch STIs, or be unalived. Real-life problems suck, I know, but let’s keep this scenario for books where you can read about it from the comfort of your own bed with a man who knows exactly where your clitoris is. Author me says, Let that masked man catch you and f*ck you hard against a tree while the dead watch on. You do you, boo. Just make sure he brings his friends for round two and three, and they tag team you in the dark while you have orgasm after orgasm, screaming for them to f*ck you harder.

This short novella is just one big fuck fest, and it’s best to read it for yourself.

scared him enough he ran for the hills. Charles Williamson Jr. was as vanilla as they come.

I don’t hate to read, and a good dark romance gets my blood pumping, but fantasy has so much world building my head can’t retain all the information.

This is too real lol.

What I don’t tell the old man is it’s because I just finished reading a dark romance focused around Halloween, where the pumpkins turned into ripped men.

🤣

The second roped-off area is for the adults. If you pass it, I suggest you don’t get caught. They will chase you,”

“Pretty girls like you should not be in a place like this.” His voice is deep and husky. What I wouldn’t give for him to force me to my knees and tell me I’m a good girl. “Pretty girls have fantasies about this shit,” I mumble under my breath, and he lets my hair go. “Is that right? Well, I’ll give you a head start, and I suggest you don’t get caught. Because men like me will take what they want.”

“Oh no, please don’t!” Her words say one thing, but her tone hints at another as she pushes back into me again.

“His wife is a bitch. She hates me because I live in sin.” “I heard that, Harlen. And she doesn’t hate you, she prays for you, there is a difference.” “No amount of prayer will keep things out of my ass. I keep telling you, a finger in the ass will change your life.”

“Let’s spread out and force her away from the town up toward the bluff,”

“How about we play a game? You run, and if we catch you, we’ll fill both your holes.” “What happens if I don’t get caught?” I whimper from behind the safety of the hay bail. “We know where you live, and your ass is safe.”

“You know what? Fuck you, Charles. I’m not a whore just because I want to try new things. Sex should be fun and not a damn chore, which we booked in for every Wednesday night.

“Harlen’s going to hump your leg if you bring him food.”

“You’re not breaking up with us already, are you?” Harlen asks, half joking. Could he be any more stupid? Our situation is hard enough to navigate without him putting his foot in his mouth before we even get started. I whack him on the back of the head. “You can’t end what hasn’t started yet, idiot. Play it cool. I don’t know about you, but I enjoy having her in our space.”

“Don’t be afraid to talk to us, Lily. We won’t bite⁠—” “Unless you want us to,” Harlen quips around a mouthful of food. “Shut up,” I snap at him.

She grinds herself against my face, and I guide her body, letting her know she can fuck my face and breathing is optional for me at this moment.

I respect them so much for making me feel safe and secure.

Maybe one day the people of Maple Hollow will be okay with them chasing me through the town square. I snort at the thought. Yeah, some things won’t ever happen, but that’s okay because my masked men will chase me anyway.