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.

Along with the house, I was left with a nice sum of money. It’s not enough to retire, move to the Maldives, and live out my fantasies—I would need a sugar daddy for that—but

“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.”

I nod as I moan. Fuck, he knows how to work my cock just the way I like it. He lowers himself to his knees. “I’m sorry I didn’t invite you, but it just happened. I made sure she consented—twice.” “Good boy, now spit on my cock and show me how well you take me.”

North pulls back and wipes his lips on the sleeve of his hoodie. “Her pussy tastes sweet against your cock. I might not take part until she knows, but you better come fuck my mouth after you fuck her.”