Page 23 of Five Days to Be Mine

I taste myself on his lips.

The vibrations on my nipples are suddenly sore and I break off the kiss.

“Off.” The words are stuck in my throat. I'm so infused with pleasure and bliss it's hard to form a sentence.

“Please get the clamps off me.”

“Of course,” Evan presses the buttons, bringing them to a stop, and removes the clamps.

“Thank you, Sir.” Evan sets the clamps on the table, then leans over me, dropping a kiss on my lips. I run my hands along his chest, tugging at his shirt.

He laughs. “Is there something you want?”

“To see you.”

“I can oblige that request.” He grins, his brown eyes gleaming.

He stands, slowly unbuttons his shirt.

My mouth goes dry as he takes off his shirt, tossing it on a chair.

His arms are muscular and strong, his abs are visible and I want to lick him. I slide from the chaise to the floor.

“I thought it was my turn to be on my knees.”

“Did you?”

I hear the smile in his voice, the faint whirl of his belt coming off.

“Yes, Sir,” I smile, feeling so relaxed here on my knees, in front of this man. Playing before has never felt so easy, so good.

“Then I must reward such a choice.” He pets my head. I feel him lean away from me, taking something off the table.

He steps out of his slacks, removes his boxers and his cock is free. It’s hard, glistening with pre-cum,

I reach for it, and he holds a palm up.

“One second, eager girl,” he takes my hand, and presses a bullet vibe into my palm.

“Set that on your clit.” I hold it in place.

“Good girl.” He palms his cock. It’s thick at the head, tapering in a slight curve. “Take my cock into your mouth, Mara, and suck as you orgasm.”

Shivers run down my spine at the heated command. “Yes, Sir,”

He holds his cock to my mouth as my lips slide around him. With my other hand, I flick on the vibe, nestling it into position.

“I want to see what you look like orgasming while sucking my cock.”

His words send a shiver down my spine.

I fumble with the vibe, I’m so wet it’s hard to hold it in but I get it after a moment, my fingers coated with my juices.

I take my time, lavishing my tongue along his length.

He twirls a strand of my hair around his finger, pulling gently.

“More, Mara.”

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