Page 25 of Gin and Lava

I’m unraveling on his fingertips. “Mason! Oh, God, Mason!”

My cunt spasms and electricity shoots through my thighs up into my chest, causing me to dig my nails viciously into Mason’s shoulders as I ride out my orgasm. I fall against his chest as the pleasure starts to soften, even though he continues to pump his fingers inside me as the aftershocks of pleasure echo through my body.

Once I’m sated, and I’ve caught my breath, I reach between my legs and pull his hand out from under my skirt, lifting his fingers up to his lips.

“Taste what you did to me,” I say naughtily, and Mason immediately starts sucking on his fingertips like they’re a dripping popsicle on a hot summer’s day. He smiles at me as I watch him lave his fingers, showing me how thorough he’d be if I let him taste my cunt.

Fuck. It wouldn’t take long before I’d be coming again.

But I don’t have that kind of patience.

I reach down and unbutton his slacks, plunging my fingers under the fabric of his boxers until I’m stroking him bare in my hand.

“Fuck,” he grunts, his mouth latching on tighter to his fingers as he moans. I can’t help but think he’s imagining me touching his cock and sucking him off at the same time.

And honestly, what I feel in my hand is mouthwatering.

“Mason,” I say, breathless, pulling his impressive dick out of his pants. I can feel how big he is in my hand, but I have to look down once I’ve exposed him to confirm it. “You’re—You’re—”

He stops sucking on his fingers and looks up with a grin.

“What’s that, Princess?” he says cheekily. “Cock got your tongue?”

“Jesus, Mason!” I exclaim with reverence. “You realize you have a huge cock?”

“I warmed you up for a reason,” he says with that same cheeky tone.

“Why the hell didn’t you lead with this?”

“It’s notthatbig,” he says, even though his grin says otherwise.

“Being modest?” I ask, tossing that same sarcasm back at him. “That’s a little out of character, don’t you think?”

“A man is supposed to have some enema-mystery, isn’t he?”

“Mason.” I look at him with wide eyes as I softly stroke his head. “You realize you’d get laid a lot more if you advertised this.”

“Um, I believe I told you I had a huge cock,” he says, his eyes glazing over at the movements of my hand. “But you wrote that off and didn’t believe me.”

“I—” Only, he has a point. I don’t even remember him mentioning the size of his penis, though I’m sure he probably did. I’m certain I ignored it like every other naughty over-exaggeration Mason is constantly spouting. “All the penis shirts and over-the-top comments makes it seem like you’re overcompensating.”

Mason shakes his head. “Since when am I smart enough to do anything other than advertise exactly what I have? If I had a small cock, don’t you think I’d be making self-deprecating small cock jokes all the time? I’m not going to pretend I’m something I’m not.”

“Yeah, but you’re not small.”

“I know.” Mason smiles wickedly, reading my expression. “Just think of this like a special Easter egg you’ve found.” His voice deepens with desire. He reaches up and brushes my lips with his thumb. I taste myself on it. “Plus, I’ll never get tired of this look.” He cups my cheek. “This one, where you can’t believe what I’m packing and now you’re desperate to ride it.”

I flush, stroking his length.

He’s right. I can’t wait.

“Mmmmm,” he muses, licking his lip. “That look is almost as beautiful as watching you come, Tate.” He pulls me forward and kisses me, and I can’t help myself. I lash his thick head through my slickness.

We both gasp at the intensity of it.

“Fuck, you’re so big!”

I nuzzle his tip against my entrance and feel the intensity of just how wide his head is. My mouth drops open at the awareness of what taking all of him is going to feel like. My pussy quivers in excitement, hungry to swallow him.

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