“This what you wanted?” I demanded between thrusts.
“Yes, Kip,” he said with a groan. “L-love you.”
Fuck, those two words almost undid me.
There was no way I could hold back. I plunged my cock into his ass and stiffened, filling the condom, my body shaking with the force of my climax. Mason let out a howl, his channel tightening around my shaft, squeezing it, milking it of every last drop of cum.
“The facial will have to wait for another time,” I gasped, my dick still pulsing inside him. I lay on top of him, kissing his hair, his neck, his shoulders, until the final jolts of pleasure had died and I could ease out of him. I removed the condom, then smacked his ass. “Okay,nowwe can eat dinner.”
“No,” Mason howled.
“I thought you didn’t care if you got off?” I teased.
He twisted to look at me. “That was before I found out how mind-blowing an orgasm was from my Dominant. I mean, it’s your choice, of course, but….”
“But what?” I demanded.
He gave me puppy dog eyes. “Please, Kip. Let me come.”
Like I could resist that.
“And how do you want me to make you come?” I asked, wanting to see how far gone he was.
“Can you…. Can you suck me?” he pleaded.
I knew what it cost him to ask for what he wanted. He was willing to let me leave him hard and aching, but I wasn’t about to do that. Not to Mase.
I turned him onto his back and took his stiff dick into my mouth. Mason groaned and pushed up with his hips, but I held him down, working his shaft with my lips, feeling the tremors that rippled through him.
When he froze, I knew we were there.
I swallowed every drop, Mason’s gasps shuddering out of him as I did. And when he was spent, I let his limp dick fall onto his thigh and I kissed him, sharing the taste.
“Love you too,” I murmured against his lips. His arms were around me, holding me to him, his heart beating against mine. I smiled. “And I think we’re gonna order in.”
“I can cook dinner,” he protested.
I grinned. “Of course you can. But I want you spending as little time as possible in the kitchen tonight.” I reached down and grabbed his ass. “Because we aren’t done yet.”
Mason’s eyes gleamed. “Yes, Kip.”
My cock flopped out of Mason’s ass and hung limply. If someone offered me a billion dollars to get it up again, to feel Mason’s ass spasm around me, I would miss out. Mason was voracious. The little bastard made me come four times, but at least he’d finally fallen asleep.
I smiled.Only because I fucked him to death.
He looked so quiet and innocent. His head rested on my pillow, his hair fanning out around his head like a halo. It was a lie, though. I knew that behind that facade was the mind of a demon. He’d understood I was tired, and had apparently decided it was up to him to wear me out to the verge of collapse. It took me some time to figure out his strategy, but by then I was balls-deep once more in his hot, tight ass. He knew I was stressed, so he diverted my attention to other things, like making him scream my name.
The little genius.
I pulled him close, and loved how he assumed the position we both enjoyed, with his head resting on my chest, cuddling against me, his hand across my stomach.
This is bliss.
If I’d been asked to design my dream lover, it would have been Mase. Sweet, salty, attentive. Did I really want to change what we had?
But Mason asked you to.
Truth.
