“Jesus.” Her voice shook and he glanced up at her. Satisfaction speared through him at the glazed look in her eyes. “I can hardly remember my name anyway.”
“Not good enough. I want you writhing at my feet, mindless.”
She hitched in a ragged breath and her tits almost escaped their lacy confines.
“D’you always talk like this?”
“Does it turn you on?”
“God, yes.” Her sigh of surrender was the best thing he’d ever heard.
“Good. Step out of your knickers.”
She didn’t protest or insist he answer her question. She just braced her weight on his head and did as he commanded.
He pressed his open mouth against her sex and slowly pushed his tongue into her heat. Her groan vibrated the length of her body and he licked her wet slit to her hard little clit. She damn near ripped his hair out at the roots.
“Mason.” Her voice was choked. “That feels so good.”
A primitive sense of possession surged through him. “I’ve not even started yet.”
