Page 28 of Gin and Lava

Inever want Naomi to unwrap herself from me.

She leans against me, exhausted, with my cock still inside her, and her mouth desperate for the taste of me. I’m not sure if she was that Viking Princess, or if I was the Norse God demanding her submission on my lightning rod—but fuck—that was amazing!

Naomi lifts herself up and kisses me, sloppy and wet with her delirium. I cup her head softly and turn that mess of a kiss into something sweet and wicked, making her moan as if this is the only language she has left to thank me in.

When she sits up and looks down at me, she’s a ravaged goddess. Her blonde hair is strewn over her glistening shoulders, framing her small breasts that are knotted into hard buds at the center. There are now three states I love Naomi Tate in: riding my cock, orgasming, and looking at me like I’m a sex god.

I may have a huge cock—which of course, no one believes I have until they’re about to be impaled on it—but let’s be fair,shedid all the work.

“Mason,” she pants. “I was horny and really needed to get laid, but—” She looks like words can’t explain how hot it was to ride me. “Let’s just say you take instruction really well.”

“I aim to please,” I say, shrugging. “I am—”

Naomi slaps her hand over my mouth. “Don’t say anything and ruin it, Mason. Just let me bask in the afterglow of your huge cock.”

“My huge cock can fuck you again, if you want.”

“You’re literally still inside me, Mason,” she says, closing her eyes and tilting her head back. She takes several long, deep breaths, moaning for a second like she might get hot again. I watch her in the moonlight, gorgeous, fucked, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm.

I know this is probably the only time we’re going to do this. No matter how sated she looks right now, tomorrow she’s going to have second thoughts about it.

Which is fine.

I know this was nothing more than a hot after-wedding one-night stand.

Still, I can’t help but relish the beauty in front of me. I reach up and stroke her breast softly under the nipple and watch her smile at how comfortable she is with my hands on her body.

“Thank you,” she says after a moment, pulling the straps of her dress back up and righting the deep plunge so the fabric covers her again. “You’re exactly what I needed tonight.” She leans forward and kisses me, before lifting her hips and sliding me out of her. A whimper breaks from her mouth, and I can’t help but take that as another tiny victory.

At least, I’ll be memorable.

“I don’t know why you’re always complaining about Connor,” Naomi says, as she climbs into the driver’s seat. “Especially when you’ve gotthat cockin your pants.”

“Women don’t usually …” I say, awkwardly removing the condom. Naomi hands me several tissues and I clean myself.

“That’s such a lie,” she says. “I just fucked your cock like—” She licks her lips and goes silent for a second, looking over at me hotly. “Look, if I died tomorrow, and you’re the last man I ever fuck, then at least I’d die knowing I’d been fucked perfectly.”

“Perfectly?”

I stare at her wide-eyed, not sure what to say to that kind of review.

Yes, my cock is big.

Yes, I’ve had hot nights before and slept with some good-looking women. But all of that pales in comparison to Naomi.

She leans over the center console and nips at my earlobe. “The point is, Casanova, stop comparing yourself to Connor. Maybe he has charm and a great smile, but you’re packing the kind of heat that’s going to haunt a girl for a long time.”

“A long time?” I ask, as she takes the used tissues from me and throws them in a trashcan behind the seats. “You know where I work, right? This doesn’t have to be a one-time thing.”

“I also know where you live,” Naomi says, nodding to my house, “but don’t blow this out of proportion, Mason.”

Of course, I knew she’d say something like that. Suggesting we hook up again was cheap, big cock or not, and I’m not the kind of guy a girl like her brings home to meet mommy and daddy.

“So, are we going to tell people this happened?” I ask, not sure what rules she has about these kinds of things.

“Am I supposed to believe you’renotgoing to be singing this from the rafters to Connor and Ned the second they’re within a ten-mile radius?” she says, pointing at my mouth like it’s a liability.

“I won’t tell anyone if you don’t want me to.”

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