Page 74 of Ice Me Baby

“Poor thing,” I coo as I crawl off the bed and kneel beside him on the floor. “Come on, the night isn’t ruined yet.”

“I fell while getting out of my underwear, Liz,” he groans. “I don’t know how it can get any worse.”

I poke his shoulder. “Don’t say that. You know that’s just asking for things to go wrong.”

I push at him, trying to get him to roll over, but he huffs dramatically. “Leave me here to die.”

I roll my eyes as I look up to Mac. “Help, please.”

He shrugs. “If he doesn’t want to fuck you, that’s on him. I am completely fine with that. Leaves more time for me to ravage you.”

My doe eyes are on point as I pout. “Please, Mac.”

He immediately shuts his eyes. “That’s not fair, Liz.”

“Please,” I whine.

He groans as he opens his eyes. “I’m only helping because I can’t say no to you.”

With a grin, I jump back onto the bed. “I love that you are such a cinnamon roll for me.”

“Yeah,” he grunts. “Not sure it’s working in my favor at the moment.” He pulls Dean from the floor grumbling, “If my dick touches your ass, it’s all your fault for being a bitch.”

Dean swats him. “Fuck off, man.”

Mac points to the bed. “Get on the fucking bed,” he demands.

Dean glares at him but does as instructed. I smirk as he collapses, refusing to make eye contact.

“Imbécile,”Mac mutters.

I pat the bed next to me. “If he wants to act like a baby, let him. I’ll give you a little reward.”

Mac arches a brow. “A reward?” He moves so that he can lie on the bed beside me.

Shifting, I straddle him and begin kissing down his chest. He hums as I trail kisses down his body.

“Liz—” He hisses my name when I wrap my lips around the head of his cock. He tangles his fingers in my hair as I suck.

I have to hold back a gag as his hips jerk. “Sorry,” he pants. His grip tightens in my hair as I bob my head up and down. Sucking him as I hum around his cock. “Liz—fuck,” he groans. “I-I’m not going to l-last much longer with you d-doing that.”

I hum again and the vibration has his fingers tightening in my hair. I squeal as he rips me off his cock, and I look up to find hiseyes scrunched tight as he pants for breath. I glance back down and see pre-come beginning to seep out the head of his cock.

When his eyes open again, they are no longer those of the soft cinnamon roll I’ve come to care for. No, these are the eyes of a famished man. He tugs my head to the side, and I roll with it as he suddenly straddles me.

“My cock will be inside you when I come, Elizabeth.” He grunts.

A shiver shoots down my spine. He never uses my full name, and I fucking love the way it sounds coming from his lips.

He slides a hand between us, and his fingers dip between my folds. He chuckles. “So wet for me.”

I suck in a breath as he slips a finger inside me. He pumps a few times before adding another. My arms wrap around his neck while my fingers tangle in his hair. My grip tightens as he glides another finger inside me, increasing his pace. “Mac…”

“Soak my fingers, Elizabeth,” he growls.

My eyes fall closed as my pleasure builds but snap open when Mac snarls, “Eyes on me.” He presses his thumb against my clit as he curls his fingers, and I scream with my release.

“Such a good girl,” he praises. “Fuck, you soaked my hand, Chérie.”

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