I stand up next to the bed. She gets on her knees, pulls down my pants, grabs my dick, and then licks the head. My kneesbuckle as she slowly teases and sucks, jerking me in her soft hand.
She goes slow, drawing it out. I stand there for what feels like minutes, struggling just to stay upright.
Flames lick the base of my spine. Every muscle in my body is tight. Everything is throbbing, aching.
Heat shoots through my lower abdomen. And then she takes me fully into her mouth and sucks. Hard.
“Oh, fuck,” I growl, threading my fingers through her hair. “That’s so…ah, shit.”
My brain splinters into a million pieces as the pleasure inside of me explodes.
I groan as I come, spilling down her throat. I almost fall over, but I manage to stay upright.
I look down right as Briar pulls off of me. She’s on her knees, gazing up at me, that pouty little mouth wet with my come, her eyes bright, her hair messy, her tits spilling out of her bra.
She licks her lips and smiles up at me. A possessive, wild feeling takes hold inside of me. I rip off the mask, grab her face, and kiss her, hard.
I want to do this with her again. I want to make every fantasy she ever has come true.
That familiar hopeful feeling blooms through my chest for the millionth time.
Stay in the moment. Don’t hope for more. She’s not ready.
By the time we break apart, we’re both panting for air.
“How was that?” I ask.
“Incredible. Amazing. Everything I wanted it to be and more.” Briar grabs my hand. “Thanks for indulging my fantasy.”
Her voice is sweet and soft. I kiss her again, sweet and soft this time. “Anytime,” I say against her mouth.
When we break apart, her gaze runs up and down the length of my body. She opens her mouth like she wants to say something, but then she closes it quickly.
I brush her hair out of her face. “What is it?” I ask.
She hesitates again for a moment. “You should post a photo of yourself with that mask on to your Instagram.”
I laugh, surprised at what she just suggested. “Wait, seriously?”
She beams. “Yeah. Your followers would go crazy for you in a mask.”
I think for a second. I’ve never thought to do that before. But maybe Briar’s right. She’s been a follower of my account for a while. She knows what people want because she’s one of them.
“Okay. Can you take the photo?” I grab the mask and put it back on.
I pose against the wall so there are no identifying images in the pics. Briar snaps a bunch of photos and shows them to me.
“Your followers are going to lose their minds when they see you in that mask,” she says.
I grin as I post a photo with the caption,All dressed up for you.“I guess we’ll see.”
Chapter 43
Briar
“Holy shit,” Blake says while looking at his phone. He stops in the middle of the sidewalk.
We’re walking back to the house after getting tacos for lunch.
