Page 152 of The Chance

Another wave has me rocking between his fingers and mouth, my vision nearly blacked out.

With abs even tighter and cries on my heaving breaths, my cock pulses against his tongue.

Mac. Mac. Mac.

“God … fucking fuck … comingagain.Mac.”

He moans around me, taking every bit that I pump out as my ass clamps down on his digits.

I’m still leaking when he straightens, and I motion for him to come closer. “Bring it to me, Vida,” I pant out.

He shakes his head, straddles my thigh with his fingers still buried inside me and spits the mouthful of white onto his free palm.

Slicking my release over his shaft, he fucks his fist fast and hard.

That’s beyond fucking hot.

“Good ... fuckingGod.” He pants and trembles, stroking my insides in time with his strokes over his cock.

He stiffens, swollen lips dropping open as thick ropes of cum shoot across my stomach and chest, mixing with mine.

“Shit, baby.”

Pumping the last bit of his release onto me, Mac finally slumps back on his haunches.

“Can I have my soul back?”

His brows pinch, still working to catch his breath. “What?”

“Y’know, since you sucked it outta my cock.”

He sputters out a laugh that I grin at and grip his wrist. Easing him from my body, there’s only a mild sense of discomfort, a slight pinch, as I sit up and claim his lips.

The taste of my release is strong on his tongue, turning me on all over again.

Or maybe it’s the man himself.

My cock attempts to rally but ends up just leaking limply on my thigh.

“You can’t have it back,” he mutters breathlessly and slants his forehead to mine.

The smile that crests my lips is languid andsatisfied.

“Okay.”

Epilogue

Jordan

“I have something Ineed to show you.”

Mac’s soft smile smacks me right in the center of my chest as he looks up at me from the drum pad in his lap. Twirling the sticks between his fingers, digits that have worked me open multiple times over the last few weeks, he licks his lips and drops his gaze to the bulge in my sweats that just happen to be grey.

We’ve been taking things slow, his demands, not mine. Though I’ll admit that I’ve enjoyed every second of him letting me find myself within us. Figuring out what I like and what feels incredible without any judgement.

Just …slowly.

“I’ll take another peek, sure.”

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