His breath fans across the shell of my ear. “What do you want me to do to you?”
I decide to play a little. “I don’t know… I’ve never…” I look down to the ground, hiding my face. “I’m a virgin.”
He handles it well, and I expect him to be laughing when he speaks. What I don’t expect is what actually happens. Sliding his hand into my hair, he tugs my head back. “Well, that just won’t do,” he rasps against my cheek. His breath is ragged as his chest vibrates at my back. Pushing me forward, he bends me at the waist, rolling his erection into my ass. “You’ll take me here,” he states.
“I cannot. It’s not a Tuesday.”
His hand connects with my left cheek. “Holy fuck, Mase!” I yelp, shooting forward.
“Watch that mouth. Unless you want me to gag you.”
I giggle again, loving this all a little too much. “I’m not sorry,” I mutter.
“What was that?” He pulls me upright, turning me to face him. “Did you say something?”
His eyes are wild and dark, but I can still see the light in them. He’s more turned on than maybe ever before. “No.”
A sharp brow pops. “Oh, but she lies.”
I shake my head, lowering my eyes to the ground as a small smile pulls at my lips. “No, I swear. I didn’t say a thing.”
“Get on your knees.”
I subtly shake my head, dying a little inside knowing he’s taking this so seriously. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t completely turned on. I fall to the hardwood and onto my knees, licking my lips… because they are dry…
He unbuttons and shrugs out of his shirt, then starts on his belt. His eyes stay trained on me, but my eyes roam his body. “You’re so perfect, Mase,” I tell him, not being able to help myself.
He falters, pausing with his hands on his suit pants. “Are you trying to make me forget your filthy mouth, Pixie?”
I shake my head no.
“Good. ‘Cause it’s about to be fucked.”
“I’ve not done that before. Will you teach me?”
“Of course, I will.” He slides his boxers off, his body flexing as he kicks them to the side.
“You have a really big penis.”
His façade cracks and he breaks out into a breathtaking smile. “Fucking hell.” He chuckles.
Licking his bottom lip, he mouths, “open”before pushing the head of his cock into my mouth.
I slide him a little way in, not doing anything fancy. “Is this okay?”
“Perfect,” he tells me.
But I know my man, and I know this is far from his perfect. I look up at him, giving him my best innocent eyes. “Really? ’Cause my parents will be home soon.” I dart my eyes in the direction of Ellis’s room. “And I was kinda expecting more.” I flick my tongue over the tip. “But… it’s okay if you are… a bit vanilla.”
“You little shit.”
I bare my teeth and run them down his shaft. “Show me what you got, Bossman.”
Sometimes, we think we want the kink. We ask for it—entice it even. But then we get it, and the next thing we know we have tears rolling down our cheeks, and our hair being ripped from our scalps—let’s not forget the urging from the perpetual cock that’s being thrust down our throats. But, honestly, is there anything hotter than watching a six-foot-two deity come undone because of your mouth and your mouth alone? Right now, staring up at this man as he drips down my throat, there’s absolutely no place I’d rather be than on my knees swallowing around Mason Lowell’s cock.
“Jesus fuck, Nina,” he says, his voice strained. I pull away, letting him fall from my mouth with a loud pop as his hips still pump ferociously.
“I thought you wanted to come inside of me?” I twiddle my hair between my fingers.
