Page 47 of Gin and Lava

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NAOMI

Icouldn’t think straight all day—all week—showing up at Mason’s work like this is crazy. But I’m going to explode, or have a panic attack, or end up in a loony bin if I don’t do something about all this stress and hormones pulsing through my skin.

Begging Mason to fuck me is so out of character it excites me. And now that I’m here, bent over his desk, it feel wild and powerful.

I hear Mason walk up behind me, and tentatively, he touches my bare ass like he isn’t sure this is what I actually want. I shiver eagerly.

I need this.

Badly.

This is already more intense than when I’m at home by myself with my vibrator, hoping to work myself up to being halfway close to as excited as I am right now. I don’t know what it is about Mason, but he ignites my body like nothing else.

Mason’s fingers ghost across where I’m wet, and I moan. His teasing feels incredible.

“Tell me what you want, Princess,” he whispers, pushing my panties off my legs and letting them fall to my ankles.

I want everything.

And I want it dirty.

Only, I don’t say that, even though I’ve already been a complete heathen and exposed myself to him.

Mason nudges my thighs further apart, and I have to muffle my whimper into my arm. I took control last time, but damn if it isn’t just as exciting when he’s in charge.

“Naomi,” he whispers in my ear. “If you’re serious about this, tell me if you want my cock or my mouth.”

“Oh God, both!” I grovel, lifting my ass up higher in invitation. “Any of it. All of it.”

Mason continues to caress my bare ass, tender and teasing and making my sex clench. Then I hear the snap of him unbuckling his pants and my pussy tingles in anticipation of what comes next.

“Do you have a condom in this short dress somewhere?” Mason asks, pushing the fabric higher up my waist. I hear him curse, and when I peek back his gaze is locked on where my legs are open and I’m out-of-my-mind with my need for him. “Cause, Naomi,” he whispers my name again. “No glove, no—”

Mason’s hot, wet mouth covers my cunt.

I cry out! God, yes, that’s what I want!

His warm lips suck on my swollen folds, teasing and assaulting me from behind. Then his tongue traces my seam, poking and flicking open my sex, until his tongue is plowing between my folds like I’m an ice cream sandwich he needs to lick the tasty center out of.

“Yes!” This is exactly what I need. His mouth is so wickedly intense, I shudder and cry out his name. “Oh, please don’t stop, Mason!”

Only, he pulls his blazing lips from me as quickly as he began his assault, returning his attention to softly massaging the globes of my ass.

“Tell me what you want, Naomi,” Mason scolds. “Or I’ll do this so slow and soft, and you’ll be too exhausted before you get my cock.”

I whimper, empty and aching. Teasing me and taking this slow sounds amazing in its own right, but I know I won’t come if I don’t get his cock.

Mason reaches between my legs and brushes a fingertip across my clit.

My ass jerks and my body spasms.

“God, you want me, don’t you?” he teases, running his other hand up my spine. “But dirty girl, I need to hear if you want to come on my mouth, or my fingers, or my cock. Or maybe you want all of them and need three orgasms this afternoon.”

“Mason!” I gasp, breathing heavily and already mindless. “I need your cock splitting me in half.”

Fuck! It feels so empowering to ask for what I want.

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