Page 78 of Mase
The moment I hit the back of her throat, panic flashes through her eyes.
“Shhh, you’re doing so good, Sum. So good, making me feel better.”
The panic quickly subsides when I speak, and my heart swells at the equal effect I have on her as she has on me.
“We’re meant to be. You and me,” I croon, and slowly slide out of her mouth, then back in until she gags. “You take me so well.”
Drool slips from the corner of her mouth, and it only adds to my heightened state of arousal.
Then she slides her hand over my balls, cupping them while using her finger to push at the entrance of my ass again.
My head drops back against the tiles, and I stare up at the ceiling. “Fuck, Sum, that feels good.”
When I glimpse down again, it’s to see her trying to smile around my length. I thrust harder into her mouth, my fingers now holding her head in place as my hips work quicker, in deep punishing thrusts. The finger near my ass slips inside, and I slam into her mouth in response. “Holy fuck, Sum,” Ipant. “Fuck,” I grunt, and my hips work quicker, in time with her finger now pumping in and out of me. When she crooks it ever-so-slightly, pressing over another untouched spot, it causes lights to flash before my eyes. A choked breath leaves me, and my cock swells, the sensation overwhelming and causing unrelenting waves of heat to sweep through me. I stumble forward so quickly I snap out a hand against the shower glass to steady us.
Cum spurts in rapid waves of euphoria, spurt after spurt hitting the back of Summer’s throat, causing her to choke and splutter, but my palm tightens on her head, holding her in place and forcing her to take every drop while I use her mouth on my command. “Fuck, yes,” I groan in absolute bliss.
Slowly, my orgasm dissipates, and I’m left motionless.
“Come on, big man, let’s get you to bed.” Summer grins, tapping my chest as she stands to her full five-two against my six-three. A stark power imbalance that until now I’ve loved every second of, but being stripped bare of my power has left me feeling more vulnerable than ever before.
I blink. “You’re not leaving, right?”
“Never.” She smiles back at me, and that’s one of the last things I remember, barring the sheet being pulled around us while she snuggles against my chest.
FORTY-EIGHT
MASE
My hand searchesthe bed to pull Summer closer, but she’s not there. Eyes darting open, I sit up, my head pounding as I try to focus.
Where the fuck is she?
It takes a few minutes before I register where I am and what the hell happened to lead me here, but when I do, sickness rushes through me. “Fuck,” I groan, palming my face.
Where the hell is Summer? She’s the only person who will make me feel better right now.
A memory of Summer serving me on her knees in the shower last night comes rushing back to me, and I delight in it. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and glance down at my rock-hard cock. Remembering the way she slid her finger into my ass has me smirking, and I head toward the bathroom, but when I swing open the door and there’s no Summer inside, worry gnaws at me.
“Get a fucking grip, Mase. She’s probably having breakfast,” I grumble to myself, but still, the thought of her leaving me here when she said she wouldn’t, riles me.
I grab a towel from the bathroom, wrap it around my waist, then head out of the bedroom in search of my girl.
Loud voices can be heard from the kitchen, and when I enter, all heads turn toward me, but not a single one of them is Summer.
Reed scans me, his face still the same haunted pale he wore yesterday. Shaw grimaces, and Owen’s flash of concern has my spine straightening.
Roaming my gaze around my congregated friends, it latches onto Travis. He grimaces, then quickly looks away, but my eyes remain trained on him. He’s here for a reason; the little fucker knows something.
“Don’t look in my direction,” Reed declares while staring Travis down. Then he lifts his hand and uses the other to point at his ring finger. “Happily. Married.” He punctuates each word, and Travis’s lips turn up at the edge before he shakes his head.
“Where is she?” I rasp, my heart pounding against my chest.
Owen drags a finger over his lip. “There’s been a development.”
I rear back, and it causes me to stumble. Clearly, the effects of the drugs still have a hold on me.
“You best sit down.” As he points to the chair at the kitchen table, I shake my head. He crosses his arms over his chest. “Sit! Otherwise, I’m not telling you a damn thing,” he growls, and I move quickly, dropping into the chair with a heavy huff and blurred vision; I don’t know whether it’s from rage or the aftereffects of the drugs.
