Page 94 of Obeying Mr Kingsley
She swallows, and my cock thickens further.“Mase.”Her voice comes out soft, silky, and my god, I’m losing control.
“Lexi.”
“What are you doing?”she gasps as all my control slips, and my fingers are suddenly threading through her hair and my mouth slams down on hers.
We both snap and are on each other like rabbits, our mouths grinding, hands grasping and grabbing as if our lives depend on it.
“Fuck,” I mutter, drawing in a breath before I consume more of her.
I cup her breast under her T-shirt and press my thumb against her nipple.
“Oh god,” she moans, climbing onto my lap, pressing her core against my swelling cock.
She’s wearing legging-type pants that I’m able to slide my other hand inside, and that’s when I feel how wet she is.
“I want you,” I confess.“I want to fuck this soaking wet pussy and watch you come.”
She scrambles for my cock.
“Not here.In bed.”I growl against her mouth.“This time I want to spend hours enjoying this body.”
Not just to prove I can last longer than three minutes.
The first time I might not.
Lexi blinks, and I don’t let her think, pressing my thumb against her clit.
“Jesus,” she arches, as I suck on the silky flesh of her neck.
“My place,” I tell the driver, who is doing a good job of ignoring us and has turned the music up.
“Mason, I don’t—”
“You want to come, beautiful?”I circle her hard nub, biting her lip.
“Yes, god, yes.”
“Then come home with me.”
A few minutes later we pull up in front of my building on Billionaire Row, and I tug Lexi out of the car.
She follows me, drunk with lust, and has never looked more fucking sexy.
