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“Karli…” He groans quietly. I hear desire. I hear pain. “Karli, I was just joking the other day when I said I wanted you to be my guinea pig.”
“Well, I’m not joking about this,” I tell him seriously. I need him to understand that I mean it. “I want to do this.”
He begins a weak protest. “We can’t—”
I press my fingers to his lips, stopping his objections. I know he wants this as much as I want to give it to him. He’s just trying to be all chivalrous and sweet.
But now’s not the time for chivalrous and sweet.
“Wecan,” I volley back.
Straddling his thighs, I slip my shirt over my head and unsnap my bra. Mason’s eyes go wide when my breasts bounce free. Beneath me, I feel the ridge of his erection grow harder.
He watches me with hooded eyes as I slowly bend down. Goosebumps rise up on his tanned skin when I kiss his neck. So I keep doing that.
He smells nice. Manly. Clean. And his skin is warm and smooth all over. His breath comes in heavy spurts as I let my hands and lips roam free.
“Dammit, Karli,” he manages to gurgle, his big, calloused palms coming up to bracket my ribcage. “God. That feels good.”
“It’s not enough,” I say, my voice all rough and raspy. “I want to give you more.” I dot kisses across his chest and down his abdomen. Down, down, down, until I hit the lottery.
“You don’t have to,” Mason says, the words pained. “If you don’t want to.”
“Shut up and lie back,” I command him.
Of course I fucking want to. Last night, he let me ride his mouth like a circus act on a unicycle. It’s my absolute pleasure to return the favor right now.
When I yank on the waistband of his shorts, he lets out a grunt, but he shifts subtly to help me pull them down and toss them to the floor. A soft gasp escapes me when I find that Mason’s not wearing anything underneath.I sit back on my haunches for a moment to admire him.
He’s gorgeous. Just like I remembered.
His cock is thick and long and begging to be touched, with a prominent vein throbbing rhythmically along its length. I get a flashback to how good those nine inches felt inside my pussy that night at the motel, how that dick stretched my walls to the max, how it hit all the way to the back, how it felt jerking and releasing inside me. At the memory, I’m forced to clench my thighs.
I reverently take the hard shaft in both hands, gently locking my fingers around it. Stroking up and down the length. Watching the way Mason’s expression morphs with agony and need.
I want to take my time with this beautiful cock, but seeing the pain in his eyes reminds me that this isn’t about me. Mason needs this. Mason needs me.
“Tell me what you need,” I demand quietly.
He reaches up and gently strokes my cheek. He pauses. “Suck my cock, Karli. Open that pretty mouth for me.” His low, deep voice makes me gush between the legs.
Taking control, I lean down and slide my lips over the head of Mason’s already-stiff length.
“Fuck…” he hisses, his stomach going tight.
I gently pull back, releasing his crown with a pop. “Relax,” I say softly, stroking my hand over the tense ridges of his stomach.
Mason takes a breath, allowing his body to sink into the mattress. And then I take his shaft into my mouth again. I take more and more of his cock, my eyes locked on his, surveying his every reaction, taking note of exactly what his body reacts to. Every hitch of his breath, every clench of his jaw, every time his eyes flutter shut. And I give him what he likes. Again and again and again.
“Feels so good.” He reaches down raking his fingers into my messy hair. “You look so fucking beautiful like that, Karli,” he grits out. “With my cock in your mouth. And your tits—your tits are fucking perfect. And…”
His words only spur me on. Sliding my tongue around every inch, I suck and bob and worship this man. Hearing Mason moan and feeling his hips jut up toward me, eager for more? It only makes me feel powerful.
“Take it as deep as you can,” he encourages me, his hips continuing to move. “Fuck. Like that. Yeah, Karli. Good girl. Just like that.”
It may be shameful to say but—oh my god—the validation really does it for me. The more he coaxes me on, the harder I work, the deeper I take him, the wetter I get.
“Shit, I…I…” His limbs start to grow tight. His fingers clench in my hair. “Karli, I’m about to…to…”
