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But finally, he relents, and I drop down in front of him.
I’ll admit, the prospect of having to fit Mason in my mouth again is daunting, to say the least. It hurt to have him inside me. What if my jaw gets stuck wide open or what if I choke to death?
But when I undo the button of his jeans and pull him out and find he’s harder than I’ve ever felt him, I find I don’t much care.
“I take it you’ve decided,” he murmurs, cocking a brow at me as if he’s testing me. Still, I can feel the way his abs tighten when I stroke him from root to tip. His gaze sears.
“It was never a question.”
Nerves twist my stomach, my knees shaking as I force all the thoughts out of my head but the man in front of me.
Somehow, I think that’s more terrifying.
Leaning forward, I run the tip of my tongue over the underside of his shaft, from his balls to the very tip.
Mason’s jaw clenches tightly as he watches. He looks like a king, standing before me, demanding my loyalty with a touch of his gaze.
I bend my neck, running his cock over my lips, and circling his heavy sac with my tongue. I feel his muscles tighten underneath my hands and his hands grip the dresser so hard, his knuckles turn white.
“Hannah.” I flick my gaze up to his, sucking his sac between my lips. His eyes flare, his Adam’s apple bobbing with a heavy swallow.
And just like last time, power consumes me at my effect on this dark god of a man.
“Suck my cock.”
My legs press together, the throbbing in my core begging for me to release some of the pressure. Lifting my head, I tongue my way up his shaft, stopping to swirl my tongue around the head. And when he’s about to say something else, I slip him in my mouth.
“Fucking hell,” he hisses through his teeth, his head falling back and his eyes clenching shut. I hum my approval at the taste of him and he pulls in a strained breath. “That’s it, little doe. Show me how sweet you can be.”
His voice is rough and unhinged, his hand resting on top of my head, guiding me. I’ll admit, Mason Carpenter growling out curse words under his breath because of somethingI’mdoing to him is an aphrodisiac. Heat travels from my stomach down to my pussy and I can feel my own wetness coating my thighs.
And I’ve barely gotten my hands on him.
I slide him down halfway, using my fist to pump him in and out of my mouth slowly, savoring him. When I pull back and lathe my tongue around the tip, his eyes grow dark and hazy.
His hand tightens in my hair and I suck him further, tears streaming from my eyes and I choke when he hits the back of my throat, pulling back.
“Are you done?” he challenges, his eyes full of twisted amusement. He fists my hair, tugging my head back to meet his gaze roughly. He’s testing me and while it should turn me off, it only makes me more determined to watch him come from what I can do to him.
So, I shake my head, running my tongue over him from his heavy sac all the way to the tip.
“Fuck, Hannah,” he grits, his hand coming down to grip my chin. “Open your mouth.”
I do and he leans down, spitting on my tongue. Heat consumes me as my pussy clenches with need at the dark violence in his gaze. Then that hand is sliding into my hair as well, only instead of fucking my face like I think he’s going to, his thumb caresses my cheek. “I want to fuck your mouth.”
I nod, my heart fluttering in my chest, but the fire burning between us keeps me going, sucking him. I want to see this god crumble underneath my fingers, just as he’d done to me.
Holding my face, he slowly slides in deeper, his cock pressing past the constrictions of my throat until I’m gagging for breath.
“All of it, baby,” he rasps, slipping back, allowing me to suck in a breath before sliding back in. My heartbeat pulses in my clit when I choke, having more of him in my mouth than room to breathe. “Fuck, you sound so pretty when you’re choking on my cock.”
This is what it feels like to be completely owned by Mason Carpenter. Fully and completely possessed. My head spins at the thought of giving my everything to this man.
Or maybe it’s the lack of oxygen.
Either way, I don’t want him to stop.
He pulls back, fucking my face and watching me with an air of angry adoration. Like he’s obsessed with me, but he fucking hates it and for some reason, that makes me warm all over.
