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Moving on shaky legs down the hallway, she looked over her shoulder and watched as he walked into the kitchen.
She should have just kept moving, but she was transfixed when he grabbed a bottle of bourbon and a bottle of chocolate sauce.
Really? He was going to go there?
But the thought of him licking anything from her body had her pussy clenching almost painfully.
She made it into the room, quickly stripped as anticipation and nervousness slammed into her, and lay in the position he’d ordered.
She was sweating, so aroused at this point she was nearly shaking just lying there. He walked in but leaned against the doorframe, one hand holding the bourbon, the other holding the chocolate syrup.
She’d never had a guy lick anything from her, because frankly, it had always seemed kind of silly. But the very thought of Mayhem pouring that on her flesh and licking it off had every single one of her erogenous zones on alert.
“You know what I plan to do with these?” he asked and lifted both bottles. Butters licked her suddenly dry lips and nodded. She assumed, but with Mayhem, she supposed anything was possible.
He pushed off the doorframe and stepped into the room, kicking the door shut with his foot.
He was still fully dressed, his dark boots the epitome of “shit-kickers”. His jeans were a little loose, but they fit him to perfection, showing off the powerful size of him, the strength in his muscles.
He was just so big, at least a foot taller than her own five-foot-four-inch frame. With his thighs looking like tree trunks and the impressive but a little frighteningly sized bulge pressing against the material, Mayhem had everything in her awakening.
Butters started to pant the longer she stared at him. He met her gaze with a dark, penetrating one. The lights were off in the room, but she could see him well, could see every part of him.
He walked over to the dresser and set the chocolate and bourbon down and then proceeded to remove his cut. The T-shirt he wore looked well worn, molding to his muscles. His biceps were huge, pronounced, and she couldn’t help but think about all of that power holding her down.
His whole body would be flexing, tensing as he took what he wanted from her.
The sweat coating her body had the sheets sticking to her skin, but she loved the sensation, loved the way she felt.
“I wanted to wait and hold off for a little bit before I finally fucked you,” he said in his deep, purely male voice. “Because I’m a masochist in that way. Because I knew it would be so fucking good. I don’t want it to end, baby.”
He started taking off his belt while never taking his focus off of her. He set it on the dresser beside the bourbon and went for his jeans next.
Mayhem unbuttoned them, pushed the zipper down, but he didn’t take them off right away. She was transfixed watching him undress, getting more turned on by the second.
“But I can’t wait. I want that sweet ass and pussy of yours, Butters,” he almost growled out the words. Shivers wracked her body at the sound.
He reached behind him, over his head, and took his shirt off that way. It was so damn sexy the way he removed the material and tossed it aside. And then the chest that was revealed rivaled any other she’d seen before.
Arms that were huge, rippling with muscles, defined pecs, an abdomen that didn’t have just a six-pack but a full on eight-pack, and narrow hips that pointed right down to the monster between his legs.
All of that was wrapped up in hard, golden skin covered in tattoos.
From his wrists to his shoulders he had ink, and even on his upper chest and parts of his abdomen he had tattoos that were both colorful and dark. Skulls, guns, knives, and an array of other designs graced his male physique.
“You like looking at me?”
She nodded, not even about to deny it.
He then went to work on getting his boots and jeans off, and when he stood in front of her totally nude, all she could focus on was his big cock jutting out toward her.
His piercings caught the light, and the silver metal glinted momentarily. He turned, his back to her now, and she saw he had many tattoos covering the wide expanse of that part of his body, too.
It wasn’t until Mayhem turned back around that she saw he held the belt and bottle of whiskey in each of his hands. He moved closer to her, and she felt her heart start to pound faster, felt the perspiration on her body become more pronounced as anticipation filled her.
“Turn around and let me see that ass,” he ordered.
She did as he said and when she was on her hands and knees, looking over her shoulder, he said, “bow your back.” He took a swig of the bourbon.
