Languidly, I remove my shirt, leaving me naked to his perusal. Masen’s tongue slowly swipes his bottom lip. He looks hungry. I run my hands up his thighs until I reach the waist of his pants. Brushing my cheek against his covered erection, I look up and our eyes meet. “Scoot back, Masen.” When he lifts to move back, I tug his pants down. He hisses out a breath when I drag my short nails down his thighs. I toss the pants on the floor and prowl up the bed. He grips the sheets. I know he’s fighting not to take control. His hard cock, now free, pushes up just past his belly button.

When I’m on all fours, my lips hovering over the engorged head of his cock. I lick him from base to tip with my flat tongue. His back arches off the bed, and he curses. He smells so good, a little like me from last night, but mostly just Masen, like forest, leather and sex. I inhale deeply. “I like smelling my pussy on you, Masen.”

His hips rock forward causing the muscles in his abdomen to bunch. “I only have so much restraint, Little One.” His voice is guttural, dark. I’m pushing him too far, and I love it. Some part of me knows I’m doing this because of her. I smile up at him and bury my nose at his base and scent him. My eyes never leave his.

“Fucking shit, Sophia!” he yells. “I’m going to spank your ass red for this. So play, Little One, but know it’ll be my turn soon.” It’s a dark promise. Shit, maybe I did go too far.

I push my lips to a small pout then finish crawling up until I’m straddling his hips. I lean forward, trapping his cock between our bodies. He rocks up against my soft belly. I kiss his small nipple sweetly, then move over and bite. He moans. His hands fly to my hips. “Masen?”

He swallows thickly. “Yeah,” he croaks.

“Masen, I need you, now.” His eyes close. I whisper in his ear, “Put your cock in me, Masen. I need to fuck you.” His hands grip my hips. I move from my knees to my feet still hovering above him, so I can lift up enough for him to get inside. His left hand lets go of my hip. He looks between our bodies and reaches down to grab his cock. I watch as he lines us up, and I lower till he’s barely inside me.

He tries to thrust up slowly, but I lift farther, keeping him just inside my opening. He groans and relaxes back to the bed. I circle my hips letting my wetness coat his tip. Without warning, I drop harshly onto him, impaling myself on his shaft. I scream, and he shoots up to sitting on a roar. I’m so worked up, just him being inside me makes me convulse around him. When my muscles relax, I push him back down and take control. I swivel, rock, and circle my hips finding what makes him crazy. When I lean forward and grind, I can feel his base on my clit. When I lean back and brace myself on his thighs his tip rubs my clit on every thrust. Every movement is better than the last. I’m drunk on pleasure. I go back and forth between slow and soft to hard and fast. “Masen, watch my pussy eat you up, take you full.” He looks down between our bodies, and I let him almost fall out before slamming back down.