Page 85 of City of Sin (Men of Manhattan 1)

I let my eyes wander down his six pack.

He grabbed my chin and titled my face back up to his. "Do you trust me, Bee?"

Do I? "Yes."

He frowned for a fraction of a second, but then the intensity returned to his features. "Then close your eyes."

I wanted to protest. I didn't want to not be able to see him. But I had asked him to show me. I closed my eyes.

His hands immediately fell from my arms. I was suddenly very aware of the fact that I was topless in the middle of his bedroom. I tried to listen to what he was doing. It sounded like a drawer may have opened. A second later, I felt something silky fall against my face. I opened my eyes, but I couldn't see anything. He tied the blindfold tightly around my head.

"But I want to see you." I reached out and my hand landed on his chiseled abs. I loved the feeling of his muscles.

"You need to learn how to give up control."

My hand slid upwards as he kneeled down in front of me. He hooked his fingers in my belt loops and slowly pulled my jeans down over my hips. As he pulled my pants down my thighs, he left a trail of kisses down my right thigh.

"Mason," my voice trembled. I wanted anything that he would give me, his fingers, his tongue, his cock.

He kissed the inside of my thigh. "Don't speak." He placed my hands on his shoulders as he helped me step out of my jeans.

I had been so focused on his abs that I hadn't even noticed how muscular the rest of him was. I let my hand wander down his shoulders to his biceps.

A second later I felt his warm breath through my lacy thong. Fuck. He was right. A blindfold made it better. All I could focus on was what he was doing to me. Or not doing to me.

"Now turn around," he said. His voice was firm and demanding.

I was so wet. Why is he torturing me? And I didn't want to let go of his biceps.

"Turn around, Bee."

I reluctantly turned around. I was bad at being told what to do. But I wanted to experience his world. And I just wanted him inside of me.

"I love how eager you are, Bee. But the buildup is half the fun." He pushed the center of my back, making my fall forwards. I immediately put my hands out to catch myself. My palms landed on his soft comforter. He pressed down on the small of my back, making my ass jut into the air. He grabbed my waist and pressed his hard cock against my ass. It felt huge, even through his jeans. He moved one hand to my stomach and slowly let it dip beneath my thong. He lightly stroked my wetness.

God, yes. I pushed my ass against his boner.

"Fuck, you're so wet." He lightly brushed his fingers against me, teasing me.

"Please," I moaned and gyrated my hips.

He sunk his finger inside of me.

Yes!

"You're so tight." He slowly moved his finger in and out of me.

"Faster," I groaned.

Mason pulled his finger out. "Patience, Bee." He turned me around and put my hands on his six pack.

I let my fingers trail down his abs. Had he taken off his pants? My heart skipped a beat as my fingers ran down his happy trail. He's naked. I wrapped my hand around his massive cock. I wished I could take this stupid blindfold off. I so badly wanted to see his naked body.

"Tonight is not about you asking for what you want," Mason said. "It's about giving you what you need."

Was giving him head what I needed? Maybe it was. I wanted to please him. I liked giving him head. And I liked the taste of him. I was about to kneel in front of him when he pushed me back onto the bed.

"Get in the middle of the bed. And put your hands above your head."

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