Perv(43)

Mason dragged the ribbon along her skin, teasing her nipples and the undersides of both globes. “You’re soft,” he murmured. “Stand straight.”

She’d slouched. At his command she lifted her shoulders, and her tits rose also.

“Beautiful.” He loved her breasts. He lowered his mouth and sucked a nipple between his lips. She arched higher. When he bit down on the tip, she moaned.

God, his dick ached. He needed to release it before he exploded.

Letting the ribbon flutter to the ground once more, he popped the button on his jeans and lowered the zipper.

Jenna’s gaze landed on his hands, and she stood very still as he lifted his shirt over his head and then kicked off his shoes while he lowered his pants. He hadn’t worn anything underneath, and the look on her face was precious.

She licked her lips, and he grabbed her chin to stop her. “You like what you see?”

She nodded.

He firmed his grip.

“Yes, Sir. I do.”

Her eyes widened when he stroked his hand down his length. He moaned at the contact.

Her chest lifted and fell with each breath.

“You want a closer look?”

Her gaze rose to his face. “Yes, Sir,” she muttered.

Mason grasped her shoulders. “Kneel down. I’ll help you.”

She hesitated only a moment and then settled awkwardly on her knees, her face lining up perfectly with his cock. The fellow jumped to attention when her breath hit the tip.

“You may only use your mouth this time.” He worked hard to speak, the words sounding clipped to his ears as she leaned forward and nuzzled his cock with her face. “I said your mouth, not your whole head.”

Jenna inhaled deeply, and the action sent a chill down his legs. She scented him, and he loved it. When she closed the last inch again and licked a line up his cock from the base to the tip, he almost lost it. It was too much and not enough at the same time.

She sucked him between her lips and toyed with the head against her tongue. Her mouth was so hot and her grip so tight…

God that feels good. Better than good.

The best blow job he’d ever experienced was causing his knees to buckle.

She sucked deeper, and he gripped her shoulders. He hadn’t intended to come, at least not in her mouth, but she was so damn good at sucking him off, he couldn’t stop her.

She lowered over his dick and drew him in deeper.

A groan filled the room, and he knew it was from his own throat. He’d have felt the vibrations if Jenna had moaned around his length.

He was frozen in the moment, so when she increased her speed and grip, he couldn’t even warn her he was about to come. She didn’t seem to care. She simply stayed the course, swallowing every drop of his come as it pulsed into her throat.

Mason gripped the edge of the counter behind her with both hands, leaning forward and praying he would have the strength to keep himself upright.

His ears rang with the intensity of his orgasm, and he could do nothing but concentrate on each breath as she stroked him with her tongue and lips.

Finally he pulled upright and then grasped her shoulders to draw her up in front of him. “Christ, Jenna. That was amazing.” He kissed her mouth, tasting his own salty essence on her lips.

“Thank you, Sir.” She didn’t break the role.

Mason’s cock receded only slightly. The fellow wanted more. It was grateful for the blowjob, but what it really wanted was to slide into her tight sheath and experience her warmth.

Mason set his forehead against hers. “I need to be inside you.”

“Please…Sir,” she mouthed.

Working quickly, Mason undid her white jeans and drew them down her legs while she kicked off her flip-flops. A pink thong grabbed his attention. The triangle of hair at the apex of her sex was still there, but she’d groomed, cutting it shorter and shaving around it since he’d last seen her.

He nudged her feet apart and stroked a finger through her folds, pushing the thong aside. “So wet. Dammit, Jenna… What you do to me…”

Mason yanked the thong down her legs and helped her step out of the scrap of material. Her scent filled the room, or maybe it was the combined heady scent of both of them.

He couldn’t wait. He needed to taste her.

She gasped as he lifted her by the waist and set her on the counter. “You have a thing for islands,” she muttered before she could stop herself. She jerked her face to his and added, “Sir.”

He grinned. “Nice try, but no talking means no talking. I’ll keep track of each infraction.” He lifted an eyebrow and watched her face, knowing what worry she would feel wondering what he might do to punish her.

And he would.

Mason spread her legs wide and lowered his face. He breathed in her scent while she squirmed back on the counter. “Hold still,” he admonished. He gripped her thighs and licked a line from her ass to her clit. “Delicious.”