“But I want to!” I insisted, summoning up some strength into my jelly-like limbs and sliding down his body. And oh. Oh. There was so much of him his jocks could not contain it. Just looking at the glistening, swollen crown and a good portion of shaft protruding from his underwear had my own arousal spiking again. It was so thick! No wonder he’d been telling me that I wouldn’t be able to …

But I desperately wanted to try.

I wanted him.

This wasn’t just about shagging my way out of our contract. Not anymore. This was very much about enjoying this pleasure. Of sharing pleasure. Of giving him pleasure.

My mouth watered, and my fingers dug into the waistband of his jocks, ready to tug them off, to reveal all of him, when he gripped me under the arms, and I was tossed to the bed, the breath gusting from my lungs as I landed on my back.

He loomed over me. “You are not ready yet, Mouse. I believe you mentioned something about females needing many, many orgasms from their monster before …” His mouth descended, kissing hot brands across my collarbone, my chest.

“That was only for sex, you silly devil!” I panted, pressing my breasts up, hoping he’d put his mouth on them again. “I don’t need multiple orgasms to suck your cock.”

The rumble that vibrated from his chest through my body almost had me coming again as he found my mouth with his, flicking and teasing my tongue, his body hot and hard and perfect over me.

“Hearing the word cock come out of your pretty little mouth is fast becoming my favourite thing in the world,” he murmured against my lips. I grinned, tugging him down onto me, wrapping my legs around his hips—well, as much as I could in any case, big, sexy brute that he was.

“Please, SJ,” I purred, nipping his earlobe. His shaft jerked against my still pulsing core. “Let me wrap my lips around your enormous cock.”

“You really are a little minx, aren’t you?” He grazed his teeth along my jaw, making me shiver. “But I’m not done playing with you, yet.”

And then he distracted me from everything else with another of those wicked, languid kisses, taking my mouth so possessively. His tongue stroking mine was so sinfully good that I could do nothing but dig my fingers into his waist and be ravished by his talented mouth.

“I could do nothing but kiss these plump lips of yours, Mouse, and I’d walk away satisfied,” he muttered, leaning back, his thumb tracing my kiss-swollen mouth.

“Well, I wouldn’t,” I grouched petulantly. A deep chuckle erupted from him, his eyes back to twinkling merrily. As if my orgasm had sated his own needs.

As if my pleasure was more important than his own.