A groan burned my throat as he continued to do horribly delicious things with his tongue on my pussy. He slid one finger to my pussy, rimming my entrance, but still denying me the satisfaction I craved. “Please, Mason.” I finally moaned. I was beyond caring about my pride. The man was doing horrible things to my insides, and if I didn't have him inside me soon, it was possible I was going to combust.
“Ahh, not yet, babe.” He sucked my clit into his mouth again, with his tongue flicking it along the way. How did he think I would last much longer?
“Oh, god. I’m going to come.” I sat halfway up, needing more pressure, more of everything.
“No, you’re not.” He completely pulled away. No fingers touching me, no tongue dancing over my clit, and nothing inside of me still. He slowly pulled his cut over his arms and tossed it on the dresser. He yanked off his shirt by the neckline, revealing again, his hard abs and the many tattoos running over his body. I wanted to lick him, to taste the saltiness of his skin.
He slid out of his jeans and tossed them to the floor as well. As he climbed back up onto the bed, I noticed he rolled a condom over her thick shaft. Just a job, I told myself, but I was a liar. I wanted him. Bad.
The head of his cock toyed with my slit, rubbing up and down but never fully entering me. I arched my hips, but he pushed them back to the bed. “You move when I say move, Got it?” The firm order was given, but I could see as much desire in his eyes as I felt tingling in my body.
“Yes.” Not sure what to do with my hands, I reached up and touched his chest. His muscles rippled beneath my fingertips. I traced his pecs, down to his abs and further down, hoping to wrap my fingers around his cock. But he laughed.
“I’m not that easy, baby.” He grasped my wrists and pinned them at my sides. With one thrust he was inside me. I cried out from the fullness. God, he was so big. I may be the club’s personal fuck toy, but not many of the guys bothered with me for sex. My body wasn’t’ used to being so damn full. “Fuck.” I heard him growl then start to move again, pulling out and pushing back in harder. I pulled my knees up. I needed more of him, the pain mixed with the intense pleasure of his cock ramming into me, both confused and excited me.
His hands still held down my wrists, and my legs were still high in the air, I had no leverage I couldn’t’ move. I could only take what he gave, and he kept giving so fucking much. “Please, Mason. Please.” I begged, but I had no idea what I wanted. I needed more, more pain, more pleasure, more of everything.
“I know what you need, baby.” He smiled down at me and released my right wrist. “Touch yourself for me. Play with that little clit of yours while I fuck you.”
I found my clit with my fingers and rubbed hard, circling the wet nub as he continued to plow into me. His hands were on my breasts, pulling at my nipples. The burn moved down into my belly and lower still to where everything was building. I needed to come. “Please, Mason. I have to come.” Our eyes locked, but he didn’t answer me, just continued to fuck me senseless.
He asked me a question, but I was far away, not hearing or understanding him. My fingers moved faster, he pumped harder. “Baby, tell me, tell me why I should let you come.” His words finally came to me.
“I have to.”
“No, you don’t. I can pull out and leave you wanting. Tell me, baby, tell my why.” He didn’t stop moving, his body slapped against me as he continued to fuck me.
“I’ve been good. I’ll be good.” I would have promised him almost anything at that moment, I was so close to exploding. “Please.”
“What do I get if I let you?”
How could he think so damn rationally? “Anything!”
He laughed. “You don’t know what that means.” His eyes bore into me, he ground his
hips into my clit, pushing my hand even harder against it. “I’ll show you, though. I promise.” He bent lower and kissed me softly. “Come.” He ordered. Just the word alone pushed me over the edge. I opened my mouth, ready to scream my release. His mouth clamped over mine. He took in my scream and kissed me, riding me harder as he found his own release. His groan of pleasure mingled with my residual yelps until we both lay all tangled up and breathing heavy. A droplet of his sweat rolled onto my chest from his.
“Fuck.” He breathed and rolled over to his side, pulling me with him. My head rested on his chest and I feel into the rhythm of his breathing. Fingertips trailed down my arm then back up in such a soothing manner, I almost forgot why he was in my room. He wasn’t someone to cuddle with, he was just a means to an end. I tried to sit up then, to move away, but his arm snaked around me, keeping me right where I was. “Tell me about those brochures.” He pressed his lips against my head.