and allowed himself to feel. Leyla swiped her tongue over the head of his penis, and then each side, teasing him but never actually taking him within her mouth. “Leyla, suck me, please.”
She was so sweet, complying as soon as his tortured plea left his lips, drawing just the tip in and sucking hard. Her hands stroked the rest of his shaft, so it felt like he was covered in slick tightness. She allowed him to slip away for just a second. “You said next time you would come, it would be inside me. Will my mouth do?”
He couldn’t comprehend the words at first, and then when he did, it was like a haze of lust completely obliterated whatever gentlemanly portion of his brain remained. With a growl of assent, he tightened his fingers in her hair and brought her lips back to his cock. No longer just content with allowing her to set the pace, he thrust upward into the tight wetness, using his grip to force more of himself inside her.
He tried to halt his caveman behavior, liked to think he could have stopped, but then he glanced at her face. Her eyes were looking up at him, and they were filled with pleasure and heat. He tugged at the strands in his grip, and she moaned around her mouthful of his cock. “You like that,” he rasped, and tugged again. She nodded and tried to take even more of him.
Forget stopping. When his cock hit the back of her throat on the next downstroke, he pressed his palm against the back of her neck. “Swallow.” She obeyed, the slick tightness massaging him. He held her there for an instant and then allowed her to come back up.
The next time, and the next, he didn’t even have to direct her. With their eyes connected, she deep throated him once, twice, three…four times more and he just couldn’t take it. He held her still and groaned as his spine tingled and his semen shot into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, sucking gently until the end.
He closed his eyes and leaned back into the seat, almost completely destroyed. That had been far beyond anything he could have ever imagined. Sure, he’d fantasized about fucking Leyla’s mouth, but the reality…God, the reality had been earth-shattering. What would it be like to finally get inside her pussy? Mason shuddered.
He couldn’t wait to find out.
First things first, though…
She hadn’t bothered to rebutton him, and her hand idly played with his still-erect, wet cock. She sat leaning against him, her head on his chest. With a soft murmur of apology, he dislodged her for a second to twist and lean into the backseat.
He handed her a bottle of water with a hand that shook. “It might be warm, but it’s new. You might, uh, need it.”
Calm as can be, she took the bottle from him and twisted the cap off. As she put the bottle to her mouth, he stroked her cheek. She shot him a questioning look.
“I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to see you put something between your lips without wishing it’s my cock.”
He half expected her to blush prettily. Instead, she winked at him and very deliberately stroked her tongue around the rim of the bottle.
He watched her for a second and then started the car, pulling out onto the deserted road. A non-moving surface, and a locked door. That’s all he needed right now.
Veiled Desire
Chapter Ten
Mason’s taste still lingered in Leyla’s mouth.
She clamped her legs together. Her thong was beyond soaked, her thighs slick with need. She didn’t have a lot of experience with oral sex, but she didn’t ever remember enjoying giving a blowjob quite as much.
Even when Mason had been directing the show, so to speak, she’d still felt powerful, in control. His obvious arousal had driven her need higher, until she wanted to straddle him like she had this morning. She’d settled for bringing him to completion in her mouth.
She ran her tongue over her lips and gave the object of her desire a sideways glance. His pants were still unbuttoned and unzipped, but it was dark, so it was
She was so sweet, complying as soon as his tortured plea left his lips, drawing just the tip in and sucking hard. Her hands stroked the rest of his shaft, so it felt like he was covered in slick tightness. She allowed him to slip away for just a second. “You said next time you would come, it would be inside me. Will my mouth do?”
He couldn’t comprehend the words at first, and then when he did, it was like a haze of lust completely obliterated whatever gentlemanly portion of his brain remained. With a growl of assent, he tightened his fingers in her hair and brought her lips back to his cock. No longer just content with allowing her to set the pace, he thrust upward into the tight wetness, using his grip to force more of himself inside her.
He tried to halt his caveman behavior, liked to think he could have stopped, but then he glanced at her face. Her eyes were looking up at him, and they were filled with pleasure and heat. He tugged at the strands in his grip, and she moaned around her mouthful of his cock. “You like that,” he rasped, and tugged again. She nodded and tried to take even more of him.
Forget stopping. When his cock hit the back of her throat on the next downstroke, he pressed his palm against the back of her neck. “Swallow.” She obeyed, the slick tightness massaging him. He held her there for an instant and then allowed her to come back up.
The next time, and the next, he didn’t even have to direct her. With their eyes connected, she deep throated him once, twice, three…four times more and he just couldn’t take it. He held her still and groaned as his spine tingled and his semen shot into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, sucking gently until the end.
He closed his eyes and leaned back into the seat, almost completely destroyed. That had been far beyond anything he could have ever imagined. Sure, he’d fantasized about fucking Leyla’s mouth, but the reality…God, the reality had been earth-shattering. What would it be like to finally get inside her pussy? Mason shuddered.
He couldn’t wait to find out.
First things first, though…
She hadn’t bothered to rebutton him, and her hand idly played with his still-erect, wet cock. She sat leaning against him, her head on his chest. With a soft murmur of apology, he dislodged her for a second to twist and lean into the backseat.
He handed her a bottle of water with a hand that shook. “It might be warm, but it’s new. You might, uh, need it.”
Calm as can be, she took the bottle from him and twisted the cap off. As she put the bottle to her mouth, he stroked her cheek. She shot him a questioning look.
“I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to see you put something between your lips without wishing it’s my cock.”
He half expected her to blush prettily. Instead, she winked at him and very deliberately stroked her tongue around the rim of the bottle.
He watched her for a second and then started the car, pulling out onto the deserted road. A non-moving surface, and a locked door. That’s all he needed right now.
Veiled Desire
Chapter Ten
Mason’s taste still lingered in Leyla’s mouth.
She clamped her legs together. Her thong was beyond soaked, her thighs slick with need. She didn’t have a lot of experience with oral sex, but she didn’t ever remember enjoying giving a blowjob quite as much.
Even when Mason had been directing the show, so to speak, she’d still felt powerful, in control. His obvious arousal had driven her need higher, until she wanted to straddle him like she had this morning. She’d settled for bringing him to completion in her mouth.
She ran her tongue over her lips and gave the object of her desire a sideways glance. His pants were still unbuttoned and unzipped, but it was dark, so it was
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