Page 111 of Lesson In Honesty

He was exceptionally creative when he was pissed off.

“Somebody crafted you out of magic,” Mack muttered to himself. “Lick me again, just like that, then take me in.”

She did as he asked, even slower this time, her tongue fluttering as it caressed soft skin over hard steel. Precum spurted this time, a scattering of drops before she opened her mouth wide and, with her lips shielding him from her teeth, sank down over his crown.

His other hand joined the one already in her hair. A harsh groan vibrated on the air an instant before his hips lifted, shoving his cock over her tongue to the back of her throat.

There was so much of him. Even with her mouth full, she knew there was more, and she was already at the swallow him down or trigger her gag reflex point. Deepthroating wasnota specialty she possessed, although she valiantly gave it an attempt if Liam asked.

With Mack, she wasn’t sure she was getting a choice.

The angle was all wrong, however, and he stopped before he damaged her.

Liam loved it when she bobbed her head, humming, massaging the sensitive underside of his shaft with her tongue. Sometimes, if she applied the right pressure with her teeth, he came quickly.

Faster still if she eased her finger into a tight place and stroked a certain button—although he’d only allowed her to do that once, because she’d caught him off-guard and literally wrenched the cum from his balls before he objected.

Hmm, would that work with Mack?

Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea, she thought. From everything he’d told them over the past couple weeks, it had been forever since he’d had a sub, a relationship, even a regulardynamic to blow off steam. There was no mention of any interest in the opposite sex, although the chemistry between him and Liam was a fan-the-face kind of tension.

She knew what it was like to have her asshole breached without warning or preparation, and it was an excruciating pain. Luckily for her, Wyatt hadn’t gotten what he wanted, and Liam was the one to take her anal virginity.

No, she wasn’t going to surprise Mack like that.

Maybe she’d ask Liam to do it instead.

She laughed suddenly, imagining Liam introducing Mack to butt stuff the same way he’d initiated her. Watching two men together, especiallyhertwo men, was a surefire method of revving her sexual engine to the max.

Watching Liam dominate Mack?

Pistons would blow, steam exploding from her ears.

Mack’s fingers dug into her scalp as he held on, the cock in her mouth swelling slightly. “Christ Jesus, pixie, don’t do that unless you want me to paint your mouth.”

A simple two-tone hum of agreement that sounded likeokayrippled down his shaft. Oh, she’d found his weakness, and wasn’t that handy? Wielding all the power was certainly a heady experience.

“Bad pixie. Bad, bad pixie.”

“Hmmm-mmmn?”Problem?

The taste of him flooded her mouth. Liam wasn’t quite as sensitive to vibration, so this was fun. She’d have to play her Daddy like a harmonica for ten minutes before he succumbed, but poor Mack was holding on to his control with his nails in her scalp.

Not that she minded—shewastorturing him, after all.

Feeling particularly playful—or wicked, whichever suited her mood better—Sierra began a rousing rendition ofShe’ll BeComing Round The Mountain, working her throat to fully utilize the scales.

It took ten seconds before he began to thrust, jabbing his cock to the back of her throat in short drives, misjudging one or two so his crown nudged the soft tissue. Her stomach threatened to revolt, but she managed to stave off disaster.

“Oh, you are so gonna get it when Liam gets home,” Mack hissed between clenched teeth. “I’m gonna set my mouth on your cunt and hum the fucking alphabet while he fucks your ass, and by God, you are not allowed to cu—”

She hit a low note and held it, letting the resonance permeate every cell in his dick. He choked off in mid-sentence, pushing as much of his shaft as she could take into her mouth, and she felt it kick once, twice, three times.

Ejaculate filled her mouth, trickling down her throat and escaping the tight seal of her lips around his girth. Her plan was successful, yet on the same hand, it backfired on her as all she could taste was the musky, salty taste of cum.

Harsh breathing interspersed with groans broke through the rush of blood in her ears. Slowly, the intense grip on her head eased until he massaged the sting away.

Unable to help herself, she gave his cock a last lick as the over-sensitized organ slipped from her lips. “Thank you, Daddy Mack. Did I make amends?”

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