She watched Quentin climb up onto the bed. He spread his thighs and stroked his cock.
Quentin’s arm came around her midsection and he lifted her into the air as if she were light as a feather. He undid her bra, pulled it off of her, and she stepped from her panties.
“We want you now. This is your last chance to say no,” Quentin stated.
She looked around at all of them. Their masks suddenly couldn’t hide the desire and the need they all felt. But somehow despite her inclinations to give her virginity to a stranger, or in this case four men in masks, she wanted this to be real. She wanted to remember their faces, not a mask.
“I want you all, too, but on one condition.”
L.T.’s hand squeezed over her hipbone, his arm still wrapped around her from behind.
“God, she’s gorgeous,” Deacon whispered.
“What condition?” Quentin asked.
“It’s my ultimate dream and fantasy, right? You can make it a reality?” she asked.
They all looked at one another.
“We can. What will make your fantasy a reality, baby?” L.T. asked.
“If I can see your faces, and know that I’m giving all of myself, my virginity, my everything, to the four men I’ve always wanted.”
L.T. released her and moved in front of her next to the others.
“The rules say no removing of masks,” Deacon teased.
She ran her hands down her waist, then over her belly to cup her breasts. “Rules are made to be broken.”
She reached back, undid the hooks on her mask, and pulled it from her face.
* * * *
Quentin stared at Mariah. She stood in front of them, looking like an angel. He’d imagined how beautiful and sexy she would be naked. So many times he had awoken in a cold sweat calling her name, and coming in his own hand like some silly fucking teenager instead of a man who claimed the woman he wanted. She was stunning, and so delicate and petite compared to them.
Her breasts were full and perky, her pussy glistened with her cream, and she stared at them looking determined and like a woman who knew what she wanted.
He slowly pulled off his mask. Then the others did the same thing.
“Tell me you knew it was us from the start, or I swear, I’ll be giving you your first official spanking,” Axel said.
She looked him over. Her gorgeous blue eyes sparkled with mischief.
“Something tells me, Axel, that you’ll find any excuse to give me a spanking.”
They chuckled.
Axel stepped forward and took in the sight of her body.
“You’ve surprised me, but you’re right. You have a great ass for spanking.” He caressed his hand over her ass and she placed her hands against his chest, right before Axel kissed her.
When he released her lips, he stepped aside.
“You’re in a lot of trouble with me. You shouldn’t even be here,” L.T. reprimanded.
She clasped her hands in front of her and lowered her chin, but gave her most coy little smile. “But then I wouldn’t be here with you.”
L.T. grabbed her by her waist, lifted her up, and kissed her hard on the mouth. She straddled his waist as L.T. twirled her around. When he stopped, Deacon was there to pull her into his arms.