Page 48 of Gin and Lava

“You don’t want foreplay, Princess?” he asks, continuing to massage my behind. “You want to go straight to the main event?”

“Didn’t you just taste my cunt and see how wet I am?” I bark, glancing back at him to see him grinning, his lips glistening with the truth of that statement.

I move quickly, twisting around so I’m facing him. I’m too impatient. I start unbuckling his pants, pushing both his shorts and his boxers to the floor and releasing him. Mason’s cock springs free—hard and ready. And God, he’s big! I know this, but I still whimper at the sight of him. My sex clenches, knowing how satisfying it will be to finally be impaled by him again.

I stroke him hotly, moving myself backwards and up onto his desk, using the open area I cleared off.

“I need you, Mason,” I beg, opening my knees and exposing my pink flesh to him. “I can’t sleep. I can’t come. I’m in this perpetual state of needing you.”

“Fuck,” Mason curses, wrapping his hand around the hand I have on his cock. He starts moving my fist so I’m stroking him even harder. He never takes his eyes off my pussy as he reaches over us and opens a drawer in his desk, fumbling around, before there’s a gold packet in his teeth that he’s tearing open. “Is this going to become a habit?” Mason asks, sheathing himself with the condom. “Are you going to be exposing yourself to me at random times and in random places, demanding to be fucked?”

“Your office isn’t random,” I throw back, and he growls me. “Isn’t this your dream life, Mason? Having a hot Viking Princess show up and fuck you when you least expect it?”

Mason’s eyes go dark with desire.

“Yes,” he admits, notching his tip at my entrance.

Fuck, his head feels thick and amazing as he teases my opening with it. Only now, I know just how incredible it’s going to be when he decides to split me in half.

“I was asking if this was going to become a habit so I know how long I should draw this out,” Mason asks, moving his hips in a wicked rotation that ignites every nerve ending in my cunt. “You see, if I’m not going to see you again until—”

I wrap my hand around his neck as he continues to blabber on about how he should draw this out. But I’m a Viking Princess, and I take what I want.

I move my feet to the edge of the desk, and using the leverage from my feet and my hand around his neck, I lift my hips up and push his cock into my depths.

The connection is electric.

My pussy immediately clenches and takes him like he’s a rare delicacy. Gasps and curses spill out of both our mouths as I lift and drop my hips, fucking him from below.

“Holy shit!” Mason swears, not stopping me. Instead, he looks reverently at how I undulate my body, my pussy swallowing and sucking on his dick. “Fuck, Naomi! What kind of insane core muscles do you have to be able to do that!”

“I do Pilates,” I gasp out, “and yoga.”

My mouth drops open and my eyelids flutter shut. I pump on his cock and gawk at the insane pleasure of my pussy muscles quivering against his astonishing thickness.

“Mason! What is it about your cock that’s so … so …?” My body undulates, and I pump harder, up and up. “How is your cock unlike anything else?”

I’m crying out he feels so good.

“No clue, Princess,” Mason says, shifting our position and placing his arms under my knees. He shifts me upward, pushing my knees to my shoulders and flattening my back against the desk, changing our center of gravity, when—

“Oh God!”

He plunges himself so deep into my cunt that he strokes a part of me I’ve never felt before. “Mason! I don’t know what you just did, but—holy shit!”

I open my knees wider and he begins to piston inside me, pumping and finding a rhythm to drive me wild.

“Please don’t stop,” I pant, clawing at his back. “Oh God, I’ve imagined how it would feel with you on top of me, with gravity on your side, and—”

I moan something that’s pure animal.

I can hear Mason ask something cheesy likeDo you love my cock drilling into you, Princess?But I have no words. I’m only able to moan and bellow in answer.

“More!” He pumps deep into me, and I’m gasping and panting with each stroke. “Jesus, Mason, where did you learn to fuck?”

“Porn,” he says hotly, and my eyes flash open. He stares down at me, daring me to say that hasn’t been his best teacher.

“Romantic,” I quip, and he smirks, slipping his hands under my ass like he’s now going to prove me wrong. He lifts me up higher, and suddenly his cock strokes against a new bundle of nerves that sets me on fire.

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