He rolled his eyes and scrubbed a hand down his face. “Alright Freckles, I’m getting impatient. So I’m gonna give you five minutes to make me come or I’ll take over.”
My eyes widened. “That’s not fair!”
“Who said anything about fair?”
Not a surprising statement coming from him. My gaze dropped back down to his cock. Say I did what he asked, what would stop him from taking over regardless?
“If I do it, will you sit down?” At least then he couldn’t thrust down my throat.
“No,” he grumbled and lifted his hand to look at his watch. “Four minutes and forty-five seconds.”
Well there goes that idea.
“But I don’t know how to do this,” I tried to argue.
He responded with, “You have four minutes and thirty seconds to figure it out.”
It seemed like I didn’t have a choice. So I slowly inched forward and forced myself to reach out and wrap my hand around his shaft. The throb under my fingers scared me away. It took a couple times for me to actually keep my hand there, which wasted another thirty seconds.
“Four minutes,” Mason barked, reminding me of the timer ticking down.
I took a second to study my hand – which looked tiny in comparison. I couldn’t even get the whole thing around it. There was a gap between my finger and thumb. And I was holding on tight, otherwise I might let go. My thumb was literally moving with the pulse in his shaft.
“Is it supposed to be this hard?”
“Do I look like I want to play twenty questions?”
No, he looked pissed off.
Alright.
I took a deep breath and mustered all the courage I had to suck the tip into my mouth. It wasn’t that bad. I kind of liked the salty taste flittering across my tongue. The only question was, what did I do now?
While sliding my mouth further down Mason’s shaft, I tried to remember conversations I’d heard Sean have with his friends. Benefits of having a whore for a brother. He liked to talk about his conquests in description.
‘She sucked my cock so hard’, led me to suck as I bobbed my head.‘That bitch had a tongue that could lap up a lake’made me swirl mine, and his comment about some girl playing with his balls pulled my hand to gently cup Mason’s.
All of which he seemed to like. Mason closed his eyes and threw his head back while letting out a soft groan of satisfaction. “Suck me harder.”
Mason’s hand threaded through my damp locks, guiding my head as I did what he asked. When he told me to stroke him with my hand, I did that too.
“Fuck.” A deep growl emanated from his chest, vibrating through the moist air. “Good girl.”
After that it didn’t take long for me to fall into a rhythm. Every grunt and groan that I pulled from him sent a warm feeling through my chest. It took a second for me to realize what it was. Pride.
How long had it been since I’d done something right? It felt like forever. The feeling was addictive. I wanted more of it. I needed it more than I needed my next breath. Maybe that’s why I rose up on my knees and tried to swallow him down my throat.
That didn’t work.
I gagged the second his dick hit the back of my mouth. But the way Mason’s hand tightened on the back of my head drove me to do it again. The more his face twisted in pleasure, the more proud I felt. I may fail at everything else in life—I was too afraid to stand up for myself, and I’d destroyed the people I loved. But this…
This I was good at.
I wanted to do it all the time.
“Jesus fuck,” he growled and pushed me further down his cock. “Keep going Freckles, I’m gonna come.”
Tears streamed down my face as I bobbed faster, taking him in deeper. Mason released a long guttural growl and slammed my head down. At first I thought he was going to suffocate me again, until I felt him twitch in my mouth. Then something salty covered my tongue. I choked and coughed, trying to spit it out. He didn’t like that.
