Page 37 of Master

I can’t…

I’ve already broken every fucking rule I have with her.For her. Tasting her lips will fucking ruin me, and I know it. She’s already fucking ruining me. I keep denying what we both already know.

She has ruined me.

Kissing her will be my final straw, and I’ll never be able to let her go.

Fuck, I don’t know if I’ll be able to already.

Sasha presses her soft, supple lips to the side of my neck, leaving a firm, wet kiss. Her lips and tongue drag along my skin, and she places another. I exhale a breathy groan and roughly palm her tender arse as she continues a slow trail of kisses up to my jaw.

“Can’t?” Her sass-laced question vibrates against my skin and rattles me to my core. I should shove her off my lap, force her to stop. I want to, but not nearly as much as I need to feel her lips on my skin.On my lips.She sucks lightly at the skin abovemy rapidly increasing pulse, and my body betrays me, answering her question when my semi-hard cock twitches inside her.

She licks along the underside of my scruff-covered jaw, and I drag my tongue along my needy lower lip. Trying desperately not to lose what little control I still have over myself, I dig my fingertips into the red flesh of her arse. She laces her fingers in my hair and demands my gaze as she fights against my tight hold and swirls her hips over my now-rigid cock.Fuck, everything about her feels so fucking good.Further taking control and tugging lightly at my hair, she gruffly asks, “Or won’t?”

Riding me and pulling my head back, Sasha dusts her soft lips against mine, and all I can think about is giving her exactly what she’s asking for.What she’s demanding. Her warm breath feathers over my lips as she repeatedly slides her slick cunt over my length. “Tell me you don’t want to kiss me,” she groans, and arches her back, burying me deeper in her. Pressing her lips against mine, she mutters, “Tell me you don’t want to and I’ll stop.”

I’m far from a switch, but at this moment, I don’t have an ounce of fight in me.I can’t bring myself to correct her.I don’t fucking want to.We both know I’ll never fucking admit this on my own.

Dimpling my fingers into the soft skin of her arse, I delay my reply and rock into her. Her hips swirl, and I can’t stifle my moan. My resolve dwindling, I fist her hair, and she winces when I roughly pull her lips from mine. Her eyes sadden as mine fall to her quivering lower lip. I tighten my hold on her locks, and her mouth gapes as she expels a pained breath.

“Fuck it,” I snarl, yanking her mouth back to mine and giving in to what I’ve been denying myself since the moment I met her. Our lips crash against each other’s, and I plunge my tongueinto her mouth.And I’m fucked.With my tongue caressing hers, I claim her mouth. She matches my need, and we kiss until we are both well-beyond breathless, every swipe of our tongues fraying the thread of emotional detachment I was trying to keep between us.

Using my hold on her locks, I break our embrace. “We won’t be able to go back from this,mo mhuirnín. You won’t just be my student.” With her chest heaving, she rides my cock and stares back at me with a longing need.A need that won’t be satisfied just by my cock either.With my lips on hers, our lips vibrate when I tell her, “You’ll bemysubmissive. You’ll bemine, Sasha.”

I don’t need her to respond to know what she wants.It’s the same thing I want. I’ve spent less time with her than any woman who has ever granted me their submission. Yet, I’ve never been so fucking sure about anything in my life.

Cupping her face and pulling her back into me, I groan into her mouth, “You’ll bemine.” My hands slide from her face and roam over the soft skin of her back as she rides me. Guiding her over my length, I kiss along her neck and chest before reclaiming her mouth. She whimpers into my mouth as her tight pussy quivers around my cock.

“Tell me who you belong to as you come all over me,” I breathlessly demand through our kiss. I groan as she works us both to the edge and grit, “Tell me and I’ll mark your sweet cunt as mine.”

Her nails dig into my shoulders as she hurdles toward her release. “I’m yours.” Her breathy words blow against my face as her lips drag along my cheek. “All yours, Sir.”

Gripping her shoulders, I thrust into her from below. She presses her lips back to mine, and I claim her mouth, swallowing her moans as she comes undone for me. Her tight pussy pulsing around my cock is my undoing. “Mine,” I grunt as I spill into her.

She lifts her arse to slide off my cock, and I grip her hips. “You aren’t going anywhere,mo mhuirnín.You’re going to sit on my cock and let me enjoy those soft, pink lips of yours until I grow hard again.” I pull her back over my length. “And when I’m fucking ready, I’m going to bend over this couch and fuck you like you belong to me.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

SASHA

With swollen lips, a sore pussy, and a very tender ass, Liam carries me down the hall and into his room. He walks into the attached bathroom and sits us both on the edge of the tub. It’s massive compared to the one in my room. Turning it on, he sweeps the hair from my face and confesses, “You’re a mess,mo mhuirnín. Covered in our cum with trails of mascara staining your cheeks. A mess, but a beautiful fucking mess.”

He tests the temperature of the water with his hand. Content with it, he pours salts from a small container on the edge of the tub, and they dissolve quickly in the steamy water. “This will also help with the soreness,” he shares, swinging his legs over the tub’s side and lowering us both into the hot water.

He’s not wrong.

The water burns my sensitive skin as I adjust to it, but the heat of it soothes the sore handprints he left over my ass and thighs. Exhausted from hours of play and with the hot water relaxing me, I melt into Liam. I struggle to keep my eyes open as my head lolls on his shoulder.

“It’s okay. I know I was hard on you. You must be tired.” He places a kiss against my temple. “I’ve got you. I’ll get you washed up and into bed.”

My lids fluttering, I fade in and out of consciousness as Liam cleans the mess we made. He takes his time—gently and meticulously—washing every inch of my skin. The tub gurgles when he opens the drain, startling me.

“Stay with me for a moment,” he urges, slipping from behind me. Water cascades down his body as he rises. Through heavy lids, I watch the remaining droplets trickle down his perfect physique. They roll over his rippled abs and down his sculpted thighs.And fall from the thick head of his dangling cock.Catching my gaze, he smirks. “I think you’ve had more than enough of my cock this evening.”

With the soreness between my thighs, I don’t try to argue. Even with all the foreplay, Liam is a lot to take.Definitely more than my poor pussy is used to.

Helping me from the tub, Liam takes equal care drying me as he did cleaning me. Once he’s wrapped us both in towels, he ushers me into the bedroom. He pauses for the light, and I sleepily walk past the bed and toward the door. “Where are you going?” His question catches me off-guard, and I turn back to face him.

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