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After watching your favorite Only fans member, one who wears a Ghostface mask, you wish you could see him in real life. When you attend Midsummer, you're shocked at who's the owner of that voice. Rafe Cameron.
Warnings! Female and male masterbation! Porn! Mask kink! Degrading! Blow Job!! No plot. Very little proof reading
Your clit was swollen and sore as your vibrator relentlessly moved , your eyes squeezed shut. Another night on only fans, moaning loud enough that you almost scared yourself and your spine curled on the bed.
"My pretty little angel, coming on my cock? Your pretty pussy is so soft, I can't get enough." His voice was addictive. Even if it was just from your phone.
After the third time, you finally pulled it away and panted. Your naked sweaty body underneath your cool room brought you to clean yourself up with a discarded shirt. You liked it messy but you didn't want it completely running down your legs.
Ghostface just had that effect on you. He was your favorite Only fans star.
You had subscribed last month, paying the maximum amount of money to get the most exclusive content. Personal messages and his own nickname for you. Little Angel or Angel. Which was the ironic purpose because you were anything but. Every night spreading your legs eagerly to a man in a mask. He wore others but this one was your favorite. He wouldn't reveal his face.
But he was tall, muscular with strong, long fingers and a thick, pulsing cock he finished stroking and cum spilled from the tip at the end of the video.
God, you wanted to blow him. Choke on whatever he gave you with no complaints. His voice was raspy and almost pleading at times.
But he was dominant. Everything you did was to his will.
You did exchange one picture with him. One where you were wearing your prettiest bra and panties after you came. Your cheeks were red, hair messy and your eyes glassy. You needed him to see the effect he had on you.
"Pretty little angel. Fucked out for me. You're so fucking hot and so wet." His message was always teasing. Ending just when you needed them to reach their peak. He did it on purpose.
You had a fantasy. Him breaking into your house with the mask, tying you to the bed and ripping off the mask before he buried his face in your cunt. The very idea caused your pussy to quiver. You watched another video and came again
Midsummer was the last thing you wanted to participate in. Even though you were technically a Kook, you hated the snobby assholes who looked down at anyone beneath them. Your parents weren't like that, even when they worked closely with the worst of them.
The Cameron's. The very name of the family made you want to gag. Okay, you hadn't met them but you heard horror stories from Kiera, a girl you used to babysit as a teenager when she was in middle school, that they were evil. Especially the oldest. Rafe. He was a bully, stuck up and always got what he wanted. Including the company when Ward died on a tragic suicide on his own boat.
You wore a long, slick dress with high heels and a flower crown. Your hair spilling around your face and sweat proof makeup.
You felt pretty even though you dread seeing all these people. They knew you as a little girl, running around and following your rich parents. But you were so much more than that, especially as an adult.
Kiera waved at you and you returned it with a smile. The twinkling lights, gentle music and sunset was a beautiful picture as the dance floor filled. But your mind thought about Ghostface. What was he doing right now? Working his regular job? Planning more content? For you? Your cheeks warmed with memories. How dirty was that? Thinking about fucking a man in a mask while sweet couples swayed on the wood floor in front of you?
A few men offered to dance and you accepted. Awkwardly staring at their faces as they moved their hands too low on your waist but it was the most action you got in months other than your toys.
You were bored now. You had a fake smile, stood next to your parents for an hour before you decided to change scenery.
The inside of the house wasn't as crowded but people still talked while holding drinks in clear glasses. A variety of ages were there, especially with staff. You recognized Topper, he used to be close with the Cameron's before their daughter stayed with the Pouges. But currently he and a black male were talking shit to a blonde boy carrying a tray of drinks.
Frowning, you went to follow them to stop the scene when your father called you over, you didn't know they came in.
"Sweetheart, I want you to meet someone!" Turning, your eyes widened.
Rafe Cameron, who was wearing a blue tux gave you an alluring dark look and smile. His hair was slicked back, exposing his perfect bone structure and pink lips. He loomed over you and even your dad with his height as you stood in the circle.
"Hi," You clipped and stuck out your hand. His large hand was warm and strong as he shook yours.
"Rafe was just telling us how nice it was to finally see you after hearing so much, weren't you?" Your mothers intentions were obvious as you tried not to roll your eyes. Yeah, he's hot but he's also an asshole.
"You're as pretty as an angel."
You stumbled back, slipping onto the floor, legs bent as you fell on the floor.
"Oh god! Baby, are you okay?" Your dad gasped.
Oh my god. His voice.
The nickname??
This couldn't be real. This could not happen. Rafe was faster and wrapped his arm around your waist, bending down to lift you to your feet. He brought you close, almost chest to chest as his hand settled on your hip. "Are you okay?"
You swallowed hard and started stuttering. "Um-I'm okay I-uh you-" You snapped your mouth shut as he gave you a smirk. Oh, he knew you alright. You sent him a fucking picture after you touched yourself to his porn and now he was holding you up.
Tightly.
"Here, I'll take her to make sure she's alright." Rafe told your parents, his brows pulled together in concern-real or not as your mother nodded.
"Oh you're such a gentleman," She gave you a subtle pinch on your arm as his arm tightened around your body.
You expected him to just walk you to the nearest room but instead he picked you up bridal style, your feet flying as he secured you easily.
Was this really happening? Rafe Cameron was Ghostface on Only fans and now he was carrying you down a hallway where there wasn't anyone to be found.
"My little angel, acting like such a sweet girl. No one knows how much of a slut you actually are." He popped open a door, exposing an empty room with a table and chairs after whispering in your ear, his teeth gently grazing the skin.
You breathed sharply as he set you down, pushing your legs apart with his knee. "I've been dying to finally fuck this mouth that's always moaning for me," He growled. "This time without that fucking mask."
"Rafe-" You began but he shoved two fingers in your mouth to the back of your throat. His warm breath fanning your face as spit pooled from your mouth.
You gagged and rolled your head back. He'd made himself spill with this exact hand. He circled them slowly. "I've been wondering how that sounded from you."
Without warning he grabbed a fist full of your hair and forced you from the table onto your knees. "And now, my angel is going to be my fucking whore." He growled and tapped your cheek after pulling out his digits.
"Open that filthy mouth and do exactly what you're made for."
Your polished nails frantically moved to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his suit pants. His black boxers made him look like a model on a men's magazine as his hard dick leaked precum as you pulled them down. It hung heavily in front of you as your cunt tightened around nothing.
Rafe took a hold of his cock and slapped your cheek with it. "Stick out your tongue," He ordered and you obeyed. You wanted to please him. Be used by him and his commands were so fucking hot you could have came in your panties just from that.
Hearing his voice again stirred a raging fire inside you as you opened your mouth and sucked him like a lollipop. You pulled back to sloppily lick the sides, a pool of spit on your neck as your lips took him in. Rafes fingers in your hair pulled so tight more tears streamed down your face and stained your cheeks with makeup.
He started thrusting and hitting the back of your throat as he started fucking your face. "Such a fucking little slut. Not an angel anymore, huh? A cock sucking bitch." His degradation only turned you on more as you slurped and took it.
"I'm always taking care of you, now you get to return the fucking favor." Rafe grunted and pulled even harder. "I'm gonna cum down your slutty throat."
True to his word, he spilled into and all over your mouth. When he finally let you go, you coughed and wiped your lips. Lipstick was all over the back of your hand. Rafe took out his phone as he adjusted himself back into his pants. A flash clicked and you leaned back, doe eyes wide.
"Now, I have my own little picture when I jerk off." He gave you a wink and bent down, "And don't wipe your face. Everyone is gonna know exactly who's cock you've sucked."