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

by Jaye Pratt

“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.”

I don’t wait for him to count further—there is only one way to find out.

every time she looked back at me, I’d swear it was as if her big blue eyes pleaded with me to chase her.

“If you keep doing that, I will fuck you against this tree.”

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

I thrust forward, and my eyes roll back in my head. Her tight, wet cunt hugs me like it was made for me. I need more, so I slide back slowly, savoring the feeling. “Do you hear the sounds your body is making? Doesn’t seem like you’re all that scared to me.”

“Fuck you,” she seethes, jabbing her elbow back into my abs. “No, baby, I’m going to fuck you,” I say as I pull out of her. “I want you to run deeper into the dark, where only the dead can hear you scream.” She turns and blinks at me, and

I step forward, pulling her jeans up a little. “If you want my cock again, run!”

“Next time, don’t get caught,” I growl out, “because two is better than one.”

“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.”

Harlen snorts. “I’m twenty-four, not forty. And there is nothing wrong with fucking my best friends—our situation works for us. Maybe one day we will find a

woman, yes, we, and then the town will have something else to gossip about.”

“You should have told me. I would have watched from a distance.”

“I was fine, I didn’t hurt her. Besides, I told her I would bring a friend next time.”

“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.”

Her cries of pleasure fill the room as I match my pace to Eli’s. Finding someone like Lily is like finding a needle in a haystack. This is going to be a wild ride.