Page 74 of The Masks We Break

Blaze’s eyes light up, making me smile. “You brilliant fucking woman, you.”

He throws the papers down and finds my hips, picking me up in one fell swoop. Burying his face in my neck, he starts licking the sensitive flesh. I writhe against him, my nerves igniting with the renewed friction against my clit.

In seconds we’re in his room, and slowly he sits on the edge of the bed. My center meets his erection, just the thin fabric of our clothes stopping us. I grind against him, my head falling back with a moan.

Blaze tugs on my shirt. “Off.”

A smile spreads across my face as I stand, slipping out of my clothes while he grabs something from his nightstand. After taking off his own clothes, my eyes gravitate down the ripples of his abs to the glorious erection bobbing between his legs.

Before I lose the nerve, I drop to my knees, grabbing his length in my hand.

It’s always been something I’ve been too timid to do, but just like everything else, Blaze injects me with a dose of self-confidence, making me strong and sexy even in the most compromising positions. So instead of looking forward and wondering how the heck I’m going to fit this massive thing in my mouth, I peer up at him for direction.

His tongue peeks out, moistening his lips as his hungry gaze eats me up. My spine tingles at the sight.

“Take control.”

Yes, sir.

I lick my already wet lips and dive in, sucking his head into my mouth.

He groans on contact, his face falling to the side as his eyes drift closed, the sight making my walls clench around nothing. Heat floods down my center, and I have to force myself not to squirm from the intense want.

Moaning, I suck him deeper in my mouth, whirling my tongue around his smooth skin. He threads a hand in my hair, and guides me, moving my head at a pace he likes, making my clit pulse.

Pleasing him is my favorite thing to do—something about watching such a dominant, strong man melt under me that turns my brain to mush.

I pick up the pace, alternating between licks and deep sucks as I mewl against his tensing muscles.

He’s close.

“Fuck.You’re so goddamn perfect.”

His purrs of approval drive into my core, and I twist my hips to rock the piercing where I need it. But he notices and tsks, gripping my hair and forcing me to look at him. “You know better. That’s for me to do.”

In one swift motion, he’s out of my mouth and on the edge of the bed. He pulls me into him and helps me slide a thigh on either side of his.

“Hold this for me.” He places a little silver cylinder in my hand, no bigger than a tube of lipstick, before sliding on his condom.

Each time we do this, he introduces something new. Most are still on the less painful side and oddly enough, it’s to my disappointment. Because when Blaze Bardot invokes a little pain, it’s incredibly delicious.Like he was made to mix the two.

Continuing to take the reins he’s gifted me tonight, I grip his length and line it up with my entrance.

Before I drop down on him, he grabs either side of my face, pulling me to his lips. The kiss is soft and sensual, whispering things he can’t seem to say.

Then he spears me, thrusting up so fast I yelp. The pain erupts into intense pleasure as I move, gliding up and down in tempo. Then I hear a click and a soft buzz. I barely have time to register what it is before the little silver tube from earlier is massaged against my slit.

He pushes into the hilt, groaning as my cries of ecstasy spill from my mouth one after the other. He pinches one nipple in a silent command, and I lift up higher, leaning to let him suck one into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud, he flicks and bites until my center is fluttering around him.

My breath is coming in pants now, the building orgasm burning in my lower belly. I let my head fall back just as he moves the tube, sliding it right over my clit. It surges me overboard, exploding into a thousand pieces, leaving me screaming my orgasm into the abyss.

He wraps a hand around my back, keeping my pace as he finds his own release while my walls squeeze around him.

Soon, my limbs go limp, my body completely dependent on him as my consciousness floats just outside reality.

It doesn’t matter how many times I experience sex with him; it still feels like an enigma every time. It’s euphoric bliss, and each time, ties of my soul reach out and twine with his. He’s my anchor, but instead of weighing me down, he grounds me, allowing me to go where I need, knowing he’ll keep me from going astray.

I wait a little longer, enjoying his hold before finally peering up at him. “I like that one.”

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