Page 124 of Masked Sins
Her head nods slightly, causing her teeth to graze the underside of my shaft. I wish I could say it deters my impending orgasm, but the sharpness only causes me to moan and fist her hair harder as my lashes flutter.
“God, you’re so fucking good at this.”
“I’ve had practice,” she hums against my shaft, and I instantly pull my hips back so that I pop out of her mouth.
“With whom.”
It’s not a question—not at all.
It’s ademand.
“Kidding,” she says sweetly, looking up at me with those hooded hazel eyes as one of her hands continues to pump me. “But you should see your face right now.”
I grind my jaw as one of my hands trails down the side of her face.
“You think it’s funny to make me imagine your mouth around another man’s cock? You think I’d find that amusing?” She rolls her eyes, and my hand stills. “Roll your eyes again and I’ll edge you for days before you’re allowed to come.”
Funny how the thought of another man’s cock brings the Dominant right back up to the surface…
“You wouldn’t,” she says, trailing her tongue along my shaft, tip to root and back up again.
Fisting her hair, I yank her neck back so that she has no option but to look me dead in the eye as I deliver my next line.
“I can, and I will. Don’t think I won’t. And don’t mistake my reverence for weakness. I may have wanted you for years, but I still expect respect while we’re doing a scene.”
Her eyes widen slightly. “Yes, Master.”
“Good girl. Now open wide.” Her mouth drops open, and she lays her tongue flat—waiting. I can’t help it. A heady groan leaves my lips as I thrust my hips forward, impaling her mouth with my pulsing shaft. Chills run through my body, and I have to close my eyes for a second to gather myself when she hollows her cheeks. “That’s it. You suck my cock so well, pretty girl.”
She stops moving, and I realize my mistake a second too late.
Fucking Earl.
Layla heard him earlier.
She pulls off my cock. “I guess that means your bird likes me,” she mutters before continuing the world’s best blow job.
“I like you, so naturally, he does, too.”
Her eyes flash with something triumphant.
I could watch her here like this all day, every day.
She takes every secret and runs with it—first with Starboy, and now with Earl. Like nothing surprises her.
I keep expecting to say or do something to spook her.
But maybe it’s time to lay it all out for her.
Maybe it’s time to see if she’s all in.
“And just for the record, I was watching you that night at The Angry Squirrel. I followed you from your performance.”
She looks up at me, but she doesn’t seem surprised. Instead, her free hand comes back to cup my swollen, aching balls.
“F-fuck,” I stutter, rocking into her mouth. “That feels?—”
I lose my train of thought when she sucks—actuallysucksme into the back of her throat before running her tongue along the underside of my shaft and coming up for air.
