Page 45 of The Masks We Burn

William’s smug smirk makes an appearance before he lifts his hips slightly, tugging down his sweats.

My mouth literally drops as his massive fucking erection slaps his stomach, and suddenly everything about his persona makes sense. The big-dick energy I always thought he carried around wasn’t enough. It didn’t do the damn thing justice.

“Oh, that’s not going to fit,” I think, until William’s deep chuckle says that I definitely said it out loud.

He leans forward, pressing a soft kiss on my lips. “Are you talking about here?” He lets his hand drop to the opening in the bottom of my shorts before swiping a finger over my swollen sex. I tense at the swift friction, my body nearly convulsing on the spot. “Or here?”

I take a shuddered breath, my word barely above a whisper. “Both.”

It’s not something I’d ever admit normally, not that I’ve ever had to anyway, but my ego is too big to say as much. Though with Will, I’m starting to see that showing a bit of insecurity isn’t always a bad thing.

He nods and tugs me up from my knees. “Okay, well, I’m hungry so—”

“Wait, no.” I drop all my weight down, settling between his thighs. “I owe you this.”

Before I realize what’s happening, his pants are up and my back is on the coffee table, my arms restrained above my head, and a very angry William hovering above me. The scowl pulling down his features is one part furious, three parts sexy as fuck.

My chest expands quicker, my nipples pebbling as they brush against him with each breath.

His dark green eyes rove over my face. “I don’t know what shit you’re on, but you owe me nothing. When I have you choking on my dick, it’s gonna be because you want to, not because of that tit for tat bullshit.”

Will adjusts his hands to hold both my wrists in one, his other coming down to pull out my bottom lip I didn’t realize I was biting. Then he lets his fingers continue to drop, his thumb coasting over my nipple causing me to arch into him, a soft moan spilling from my mouth.

He leans close, his nose trailing along the shell of my ear, sending shivers down my arms. “Now, tell me what you want me to do to you.”

I swallow harshly, breathing now nonexistent. How the fuck is he...tamingme? I like it. A lot. But it goes against my need to… to what? Be—

“Come on, baby girl. Talk to me.”

“I want you.” I rush the words out, praying it’s enough for him to grant a little mercy and just give me what we both want. What we need.

Will shakes his head, and I feel him smile against my neck. “You have me. I’m right here.”

I huff, frustration working through the arousal as I lift up, pressing my bottom half closer to him.

He only grips my wrists tighter, raising to look at me. “Let me be honest with you. Since the moment we met, the second I heard that smart-ass mouth of yours, I’ve waited for this. To have you under me, speech too hard for you to grasp. But now…” His voice dips lower as he slides a hand inside my silk shorts, his fingers finding my clit immediately. He rolls his index finger over the swollen nub so lightly, I cry out, thrusting my pussy into his hand.

Will presses another gentle kiss to my lips before dragging his fingers through my folds, making me shudder beneath him. “But now, I want to hear you beg.”

“I don’t beg anyone for anything,” I hiss, though his next feather-like pass over my bundle of nerves gives my words less of a bite.

“Oh, but you will.”

I narrow my eyes and clench my jaw as I watch him. He pushes my arms farther above my head, crinkling the papers beneath them as he drops his face down to my stomach.

He catches the hem of my silk tank between his teeth and draws it up as far as it will go in my current position. “Up.”

I shake my head once but then a thick finger dips into my channel, forcing me to inhale a quick breath that arches my back enough to let him continue lifting the fabric. Soon enough, my breasts are exposed, tingling in anticipation as his warm breath coasts across the surface.

For the first time, I struggle against his hold, as futile as it is, and use my tippy-toes to push off the floor and into him.

He tsks, yanking my shorts down in one swift motion. “Ready to tell me what you want?”

“You know what I want. I told you.” I hate the way my voice sounds so feeble and desperate.

“It’s too broad. I like specifics. For example, if your love language is acts of service, this must be pure torture.” He shakes his head, a delicious smirk lifting the corner of his mouth. “No, you don’t like when people do things for you. How about words of affirmation? Do you want me to tell you how good you taste? How I haven’t thought of anything else besides my tongue in your pussy?”

My eyelids flutter, my wall of defiance wavering in seconds. It does turn me on to know that he’s been thinking about me. I want to consume his every waking thought.

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