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I don’t think, I just drop my hand to the top button on his jeans and undo it.
He cocks a brow. “Like that, is it?”
“Out here? Sun beating down, temperature high?” I offer him a smile that might be a little shaky because I’ve never had the courage to do something like this before in my life. I’ve never had the urge, either, but right now, I have the urge—a need—and the courage.
“Yeah,” he says, a hint of smug in his tone as he tugs at my tank top.
But I lower the zipper of his jeans and reach into his underwear.
“Yes.” He’s hot, hard, and silk. I begin to stroke him.
“Princess, get here, now.”
“No.”
I drop to my knees and pull him free. I’ve seen his cock up close before, but every time, it’s a kick to the libido. He’s thick, the perfect broadness to that mushroom head, the veins that throb along the length.
I take him in my mouth.
He’s so big I have to stretch to fit him, but I work him in, all the way down.
Mack is perfectly still. One hand on my head, not moving, and I think he is about to pull me back up when I take him into my mouth.
All he does is breathe.
Uneven. Ragged.
He’s vibrating.
Like he’s holding himself in, holding back from going crazy.
He’s made me lose my shit when he’s gone down on me. I want him to lose his now.
So, I start to move, holding him at the base, caressing his balls with my other hand. I work him all the way down and then all the way up. Licking, sucking over and over again.
I start to gag as I take him so far, he hits the back of my throat, but while it’s uncomfortable, there’s something hot about it too. I’m turned-on.
I do it again, saliva pooling, and it aids the glide.
He hisses a breath, and then his hand curls in my hair, dragging me off him, and that saliva links us in a glistening thread. He pulls my head up so we’re looking at each other.
Mack whips the sunglasses off.
“Fuck me, you look hot, Princess. On your knees, my cock covered in you, and your cheeks red, tears glistening. But I gotta ask. I gotta be a fuckin’ good guy right now. You want this? Really want this?”
“Yes.”
“I’m really close to just letting loose and fucking your skull, using your mouth like your cunt. I need you to get that. Because I’m gonna let you do what you want, set your pace, but if I lose it, that’s what’s gonna happen. So, if I’m buried in your throat and you change your mind, push me as hard as you can.”
I stare at him. “Is this some kind of fucked up PSA?”
Mack chuckles slightly. “I guess. It’s just this is down and filthy shit right here, and I’m not ashamed to say I’ve jacked off about the scenario of you on your knees, my cock in your mouth and fucking you real hard. And you wanting it. But don’t do it if it’s just for me.”
I give his balls a deliberate squeeze. “Just because you call me Princess doesn’t mean I’ve only had missionary sex through a hole in the sheet.” I realize how that sounds, and my cheeks burn. “I haven’t done that, but—”
“I know what you mean.”
“I’m not giving you my sexual history, but no, I haven’t done this to this extent of mauling a man in broad daylight with the express purposes of getting him to come in my mouth. And yes, I’ve fantasized about doing this to you.” I pause, the hard dirt’s beginning to hurt my knees. “Maybe not in the sun.”
