“Fuck,” he hisses. “Can’t be too gentle, baby. Need you too bad,” he growls.

His next thrust is hard and deep. I try to sit up, but he holds my shoulder down not letting me gain an inch. It was like a warning strike. His hips slam into me making his tip nudge my womb. “Ah, my baby can take me full,” he croons, which is at odds with his hard shoves into me. The hair around his temples is damp from sweat, his cheekbones stand out in hard contrast as he clenched his jaw, grinding his teeth. Masen’s pace becomes erratic, his neck tenses as he throws his head back and roars through his release. My muscles tighten around him, taking me to another orgasm. He shivers once and looks back down at me. His cock still inside me. He says, “You really were made just for me.” There’s awe in his tone as he studies my face.

Leaning down to kiss me, he slips out, and I hiss. Masen’s face softens. “Oh shit. Was I too rough, Little One? I’m sorry. I got so carried away,” he says sweetly.

I turn my head slightly. It’s about all I can manage. “No Masen. I love it, love you,” I croak, my voice just as weak as my body from use.

He kisses my lips gently to make up for the indelicate treatment of my body. Masen lifts me up, and I curl around him, laying my head on his shoulder and sigh. I could sleep for a week. “I’m so glad it’s Friday. It’s been a long week.”

“You want to go grab dinner, or I could get a pizza?” Masen asks.

“Pizza sounds good. Do they deliver?” I ask, hopeful.

“I’d just have to meet them at the gate, so it’s a waste.” He shrugs his shoulders.

“I’m just being lazy. We can go out. You have to pick though.”

He sets me down and pats my butt. “Get dressed, Little One,” he bosses.

“Aren’t you going to shower or wash up?” I say, pointing to his face.

He chuckles. “No.”

“No?”

“No, Little One. I don’t care who knows I had my face buried in your pussy.”

I roll my eyes. “Freak.”

He smirks.

Masen pulls on a pair of jeans, just jeans, no boxers. Why is that so hot? He leaves the top button undone and slowly walks over to me. He lifts my chin with his fingers and says, “If you keep looking at me like that, we won’t be going anywhere.”

Still looking in his eyes, I reach my hand in his pants and grasp him. “I really love that you’re not wearing boxers, Masen. It’s so sexy.” I lick my lips and fall to my knees. I’ve never done this before. I want him to enjoy it. I look up at him. “You’ll tell what you like, Masen,” I command.

He swallows and nods his head once.

I open the three remaining buttons and pull his pants down. I use my right hand to circle him as much as I can and my left to cup his balls. Being an avid reader helped me get the basics. I plant an open mouth kiss right over his slit, he shudders. I lap at his opening, and he curses. I tease his tip, licking and kissing until he grates, “More, baby. Take more of my cock in your sweet mouth.”