Page 8 of Mase
I lap at his cock like a hungry animal. Watching the cum spill from the tip has my panties drenched. The saltiness hits the back of my throat when I swallow, and I welcome it. The masculinity radiates off him in heated waves of pleasure, causing my body to mirror his feral need.
“Fuck, sweet girl,” he groans loudly. “You’re worth every damn cent,” he rasps, and like the desperate girl I am, I delight in his words.
As soon as he’s finished coming, he drops back against the couch with a heavy sigh, and his chest continues to rise, leaving him breathless and gasping. Then he rolls his head forward slowly as if dazed. His green eyes lock with mine, and a smile curves his lips. “Fuck, that was everything I hoped for and more.”
The contentment in his words has me preening, and I lick my lips, waiting for his next instruction.
He leans forward and traces my swollen lips with the tip of his slippery cock, and like the perfect submissive, I lick him clean.
“Are you wet?” There’s hope in his tone, and any nervousness surrounding his intentions toward me is eradicated by that simple giveaway; he wants me to be aroused too. He’s not a brute; he isn’t going to fuck me, uncaring if I’m wet or not. No, this man wants my arousal as much as I do, even more so, judging by the promising gleam in his eyes.
Dominance radiates from him as he leans forward, and my cheeks heat further under his scrutiny. His attention latches onto my peaked nipples, then he quickly diverts it to my face, and the red hue now coats his cheeks too. I tilt my head to the side to survey his face. Embarrassment? Surely not.
This man is far too experienced to be feeling that. Anger, maybe?
His handsome face darkens. “Stand up and take your clothes off. I want to see what the fuck I’m paying for.” Not giving me time to answer, he barks, “Now!”
Definitely anger. I just wish I understood why.
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“Standup and take your clothes off. I want to see what the fuck I’m paying for,” I snap when I realize she’s watching me a little too closely. “Now!” I don’t want someone as experienced as her to know I’ve no clue what the fuck I’m doing, not really. I’m done with being the underdog, never feeling good enough.
It’s my time now.
My time to be exactly who I want to be. Me.
Her face contorts into hurt, but she wastes no time masking her feelings. She rises to her bare feet, lifts the dress over her head, and drops it to the floor, then she shocks the hell out of me by locking eyes with me in a dare for me to command her. A potent blend of arousal and submissiveness swims in her eyes as she drags her panties down her legs to the floor.
Those glorious tits of hers are begging to be held, squeezed, licked, and kissed. Every inch of her is calling for me to explore and caress, and I intend to do just that.
My cock lengthens once again, and I chuckle, recallingthat Tate suggested I use enhancers to sustain a sexual appetite all night. There’s no need for that, no need at fucking all. My cock is acting like it’s on steroids, throbbing with a dull ache that begs to sink inside her tight pussy.
Jesus, she better be tight.
I brush a hand over my head and laugh. This night is turning out to be everything I wanted and so, so much more.
Please be tight.
If she is,Indulgencewill be getting a full fucking five stars from me and a bonus.
Her cheeks flame, and she ducks her head, probably thinking my chuckle comes from her nakedness. If only she realized.
“You never answered me before.” Her attention lands back on me, and I crook an eyebrow at her. “Is your pussy wet?”
She nods coyly, playing into the whole innocent act perfectly. I refuse to listen to the nagging voice in my head telling me this is all lies, a ploy to fulfill her role, to gain those five stars that will help her receive a bonus. Nope, instead, I’m opting to enjoy the million-dollar woman who is mine for only twelve hours. So, I’m playing along with her.
“Y-Yes.”
“Good. Turn around and bend over. Touch your toes. I want to see that slick pussy.”
She sucks in a sharp gasp, then slowly turns on the pads of her feet. My eyes lap up the sight as her perfectly toned ass comes into view. Fuck me, she’s sensational. I almost swallow my tongue, my palms twitching to touch her, and my mind whirls with sexual possibilities.
Fucking her from behind while I watch my cock drive into her. Having her straddle me while I play with her tits. Her pussy on my face while I devour her. So much I want to do to that little body; I already know one night will not be enough.
A sound leaves her lips, something akin to a whimper asshe bends over, putting her small holes on display for me. Her asshole is bare and looks untouched, and my hand grips one of her cheeks, causing a startled yelp to leave her lips. I squeeze her ass while drinking in the spectacular view before me. “Did you leave some hair on that pussy for me?” I push two fingers between her legs, and elation floods me at how wet she is. Her arousal coats the tips of my fingers, and I rub them against my thumb in awe.
