Page 59 of SNOB

Mac tugs my hair, regaining dominance as he pulls my head back. His free hand pushes in my shorts, tugging my panties to the side. “Is that why you’re wet right now, Everett?” His finger slides through my slit like fucking butter.

“You gonna do something about it?” I ask. “Or are you talking shit?” When I push against his chest, he grunts.

“Fuck,” he mutters, losing his balance. I’m quickly reminded of the incident on the ice. “I should make you pay for what you did.”

Glancing to my side, a polished wooden bench sits nearby. Reaching for it, I pull it closer. “And how might we do that?” My hand tingles when I take his, sitting him down.

Stepping back, I pull my sweater over my head, with nothing underneath I almost bare it all. My shorts, panties, socks and shoes are the only things left as the air hardens my nipples. Hannah’s comment about my size hits me again, but the way Mac’s gaze dances around my curves makes me feel powerful. It’s easy to notice the growth in his shorts, a low growl making me feel like a star. A porn star.

“Fuck,” he mutters again, but this time I know it’s different. “Kneel for me, Ember.” My knees hit the cold floor before he finishes his words. Then he crooks his finger. “Crawl.” I do, my hair falling over one shoulder as he palms the bulge in his shorts. “How badly do you want to make it up to me, Everett?”

“So bad.” Biting my lip, I sit on my knees, spreading my legs as far as they can go.

“So bad, who?”

“So bad, Mac.”

“Show me.” Pulling on his shoes, he releases the beast within a beast. His cock springs out like a Jack-in-the-Box. And my mouth fucking waters.

I can see every vein, every throb. And with that little lean it has, it looks like fucking Pisa. He reaches over, a wince, but he keeps going like he knows it’ll be worth it. Wrapping his hand around my throat, he chuckles, as if he can feel the quickened pace of my heart. His thumb comes to my bottom lip, sparks coming with it. “Open.” I do, and nothing but nirvana washes over me when he places his thick head against my tongue. “Fuck, Butterfly,” Mac growls again. “Show me how you work those pretty fucking lips.” He pushes the tip around my mouth before sitting back. “You have twenty minutes.”

Challenge accepted.

Wrapping my lips around him, I take him into my mouth as his head falls back. Mac thinks he’s in control, but the way he reacts when I swirl my tongue around his cock says different. He lets out another curse when I run my tongue down his shaft before I attempt to take him all in my mouth. And when I do? He doesn’t hold back.

Grabbing my head, he pushes me further and further. He doesn’t care that I gag. He doesn’t care that spit drips down his shaft. He doesn’t give a fuck that I’m damn near choking. It all only makes me want this more.

Do you like the way he treats you?

The way our hatred for each other comes out is electrifying. Deadly. I’m either suicidal or insane. Whatever it is, something tells me Mac won’t care.

“Keep it together, Everett.” He challenges me to take him all the way. I can feel him throb against my throat and that’s the only motivation I need. He thrusts back as I bob my head, the both of us working together. “You’re such a good fucking slut. You know just how to make it up to me.” He encourages me to go for more and I fucking do, my body heating as I make him mine with my mouth.

Humiliation. Degradation. Praise.

Hell, Beau was right. It all sets my soul ablaze.

Mac reaches over, grabbing a hand full of my ass before he smacks it. Moaning against his shaft makes him thrust harder. And every grunt and groan I hear makes me take more of him.

“Do you feel how hard you get me, Everett?” he groans. “My cock belongs in your throat.” Breathing is nonexistent but the minute I hear those words, “You’re my good fucking girl,” it’s worth it.

Mac’s eyes roll to the back of his head and nothing beats the feeling of the mighty Crown succumbing to my mouth.

“Fuck!” A river of his bittersweetness fills my mouth as he pumps into me. It's enough to make me feel like I’m drowning. In him.

He tugs my hair harder, pulling his shaft from my lips before I finally gasp for air. The room stills again, our heavy breaths filling it as he strokes his stiff, glistening staff. Whatever remnants I didn’t swallow drip down like an ice cream on a hot day. He reaches over, wiping anything I missed from my mouth in a way that feels caring again.“Good girl.”

Glancing at the clock on the wall at the far end of the room, a smirk comes to my face. “Only took me fifteen.” He smiles, a genuine one. It’s new and startling and makes my insides spin before it all hits me. “His phone.”

Mac stares. “You mean thank you,” he says. “Mind your manners, Everett.”

“No.” When I move to slap his thigh, his hand wraps around my wrist. “Beau’s phone.”

His mouth twists. “You’re thinking about Beau? Right now? While my cock is still out?” He shoves his softening staff back into his shorts.

“Your dad,” I say, my brain firing off a million miles per second like that blowie released something in me.

“My father? You’re really fucked up aren’t you, Everett?”

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