Page 149 of The Chance

“Aw, fuck, Vida.”

He palms my cock, pulling from base to tip before burying me deep in his throat.

“Oh, fuuuuuck.”

Washed out by toe-curling euphoria, I don’t catch him encouraging movement until he’s shoving my hips back only to pull me forward.

“You want—” I groan at the swallow around my crown, “—shit. You want me to fuck your face?”

The answering vibrations radiate up my shaft and settle into the swirl already tightening my abs.

Snagging his hair in both fists, I arch back, slipping my cock along his tongue until the tips meet.

“You sure?”

“Yeah.Yes. Yes. Fuck my face, baby.”

A shiver prickles my hot skin when he licks his lips and I jolt forward, thrusting all the way to the back of his throat. Its slow and deep, each stroke cutting off his choked sounds. Blunt nails dig into my waist, pulling me closer, silently begging me to push farther.

My legs are already shaking when I palm the back of his head and tunnel into his throat until his nose is brushing my groin and his eyes water.

Not once does my man gag.

The moan that spills from his lips when I back off is downright filthy and has me popping his mouth off me to pull him to his feet.

“Bed.Now,” he demands on a rasp before I can and a knowing tingle rushes over my skin.

Shucking off my clothes as I walk, I kneel on the bed naked and ready.

Mac’s hands smooth over my shoulders, the heat of him blanketing my back as he pushes. I go willingly, bending at the waist.

It feels … weird. To be on display like this, especially when I feel him drop behind me, his sight even with my exposed hole.

And yet … There’s not a single part of me that wants to shy away.

“Please tell me you have lube here.”

Nerves and excited flutters mix in my belly, and I nod, flattening to reach for the nightstand.

My fingers just graze the drawer’s knob when his hands grip my hips and yank me back up on all fours.

“Not yet.”

It’s all the warning he gives me before burying his face between my cheeks.

I yelp when hot wetness caresses my hole, jerking forward only to be pulled right back. Mac’s tongue works its way over me, circling around the puckered ring at a hypnotic pace that makes me dizzy. Then he’s adding enough pressure to drive me mad with want, my cock past the point of painfully hard as it hangs heavy between my thighs.

“Vida,” I pant and press back. “More.”

Lips circling my hole, he hums and suckles, then spears his tongue right into the center. The tip plunges inside me and I cry out.

“Oh,God,” I breathe and fist the sheets.

Mac works me open, thrusting his tongue in and out, stretching the tight muscle long enough that I’m panting, desperate, and leaking.

But then he’s pulling back and tapping my ass and I immediately miss the warmth of him.

“On your back, Tyro. I’m gonna watch you fall apart on my fingers.”

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