Page 34 of Becoming His

I’m still wearing my bra and panties when he steps back to me. His warm body just grazes mine. Long fingers encircle my upper arms as he turns me so my back isn’t to the island. He walks around to me and unclasps my bra, letting it slide down my arms. He runs the tip of his finger all the way around the inside of my panties, starting with his left arm crossed in front of my body. Slowly, he drags his finger around, lowering them just a tiny bit. He stops close to where he started. I’m almost shaking with need when he places both hands at my hips, using one foot he nudges my ankle out, widening my legs. Masen pulls my panties down inch by inch until they are just below my butt. “Bend over,” he orders. I do, and he squats down behind me, removing my panties the rest of the way.

I should be embarrassed, my butt is right in his face, but he drags his nose up from my knee to my inner thigh inhaling. I nearly fall over when he makes a growl like noise in the back of his throat. I’m so wet, if I squeezed my legs together, it would coat my inner thighs. He delivers one slow lick from my opening up to my clit before standing up behind me. “Ah, you look so beautiful, baby, so wet and swollen for me.” He runs one finger along my slit, starting at my clit. When he reaches my opening, he dips in slowly. Pulling back out, he continues all the way back to my bottom, spreading the moisture he collected. “I can’t wait to fuck you here, baby.” I writhe against him, nervous and excited. “Look at you, already eager. You’ll love how it feels when my cock is buried deep in your ass.” He turns me back around, and I look down at his jutting cock, wondering if he’ll let me taste him. “I know what you’re thinking, baby. Later, yeah. I need to show you what’s so special about this.”

He rubs the countertop. Grabbing my waist, he lifts me again so I’m perched on the ledge, spreading my legs to step up between them. He pulls out two drawers, but they’re not drawers at all. I wonder what other surprises this thing holds? He places one foot on each platform. When my foot hits the soft material, it drops down an inch, locking the platform in place so it can no longer slide in or out. He widens my legs out as far as they can go. My heels are close to my butt, and they sink a little deeper into the fabric, letting my legs butterfly out.

“It’s even better than I imagined,” he muses.

He drops down on his knees, and his face is level with my pussy. He smirks up at me then licks me once again from bottom to top. “You like your closet, baby?” he asks smugly while looking right at me.

“Yes Masen, I love my closet,” I rasp.

Masen does things with his mouth that should be illegal. First, he shoves his tongue inside me and hums, in and out, shallow thrusts all the while making noises that make his tongue almost vibrate. When I come, he moves up to my clit, licking, sucking, and eventually biting. Coming again, I plead for him to stop, then beg him for more. When he shoves his finger inside me and says “again,” he fucks me with his fingers and licks me. Masen stops his movements and tells me, “Watch, watch me give you what no one else has gotten from me since the night I meet you,” he purrs. “I couldn’t wait to taste you. Now watch me make you come.” I do. It’s only seconds after he’s done talking I scream out his name.

Masen stands and looks down at me puddled on the counter and smiles, he’s so satisfied with himself. As he should be, that was unbelievable. When he enters me in one long, slow thrust, my back arches.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Can’t be too gentle, baby. Need you too bad,” he growls.

His next thrust is hard and deep. I try to sit up, but he holds my shoulder down not letting me gain an inch. It was like a warning strike. His hips slam into me making his tip nudge my womb. “Ah, my baby can take me full,” he croons, which is at odds with his hard shoves into me. The hair around his temples is damp from sweat, his cheekbones stand out in hard contrast as he clenched his jaw, grinding his teeth. Masen’s pace becomes erratic, his neck tenses as he throws his head back and roars through his release. My muscles tighten around him, taking me to another orgasm. He shivers once and looks back down at me. His cock still inside me. He says, “You really were made just for me.” There’s awe in his tone as he studies my face.

Leaning down to kiss me, he slips out, and I hiss. Masen’s face softens. “Oh shit. Was I too rough, Little One? I’m sorry. I got so carried away,” he says sweetly.

I turn my head slightly. It’s about all I can manage. “No Masen. I love it, love you,” I croak, my voice just as weak as my body from use.

He kisses my lips gently to make up for the indelicate treatment of my body. Masen lifts me up, and I curl around him, laying my head on his shoulder and sigh. I could sleep for a week. “I’m so glad it’s Friday. It’s been a long week.”

“You want to go grab dinner, or I could get a pizza?” Masen asks.

“Pizza sounds good. Do they deliver?” I ask, hopeful.

“I’d just have to meet them at the gate, so it’s a waste.” He shrugs his shoulders.

“I’m just being lazy. We can go out. You have to pick though.”

He sets me down and pats my butt. “Get dressed, Little One,” he bosses.

“Aren’t you going to shower or wash up?” I say, pointing to his face.

He chuckles. “No.”

“No?”

“No, Little One. I don’t care who knows I had my face buried in your pussy.”

I roll my eyes. “Freak.”

He smirks.

Masen pulls on a pair of jeans, just jeans, no boxers. Why is that so hot? He leaves the top button undone and slowly walks over to me. He lifts my chin with his fingers and says, “If you keep looking at me like that, we won’t be going anywhere.”

Still looking in his eyes, I reach my hand in his pants and grasp him. “I really love that you’re not wearing boxers, Masen. It’s so sexy.” I lick my lips and fall to my knees. I’ve never done this before. I want him to enjoy it. I look up at him. “You’ll tell what you like, Masen,” I command.

He swallows and nods his head once.

I open the three remaining buttons and pull his pants down. I use my right hand to circle him as much as I can and my left to cup his balls. Being an avid reader helped me get the basics. I plant an open mouth kiss right over his slit, he shudders. I lap at his opening, and he curses. I tease his tip, licking and kissing until he grates, “More, baby. Take more of my cock in your sweet mouth.”

I comply, taking him as deep as I can, but he’s so large it’s not much past his tip. I flatten my tongue, and he hits the back of my throat. When he’s as far as he can go, I hum loud and long, pulling back and pushing forward, covering my teeth with my lips.

“Ah, baby, so good. Now suck and swallow for me.” I suck, hollowing out my cheeks. I try to swallow, but I’m having a hard time. Finally, I relax my throat enough to do it. He rewards me with a sound I’d do just about anything to hear again. So when I take him deep again, I swallow. “Yes, just like that, baby.” His hips pump, but he doesn’t push any farther. I pull back, licking his tip and just under it, sucking harder. Masen slams his hands on the wall behind me, leaning forward. I look up at him and squeeze his balls a tiny bit harder. “Ahhh yeah, baby, look at me while you suck my cock.” I open my jaw and take him even deeper, still looking up at him. I swallow three times quickly. His hips rock forward and his head falls forward even more. He looks back down and groans out his release. Masen’s so deep that I barely taste his cum, just feel it sliding down my throat. His head is against the wall between his hands. I kiss his tip once more before pulling his pants back up his thighs. “I almost fell over.” His voice is hoarse and deep.

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