Page 180 of Grand Love

“You have a really big penis.”

His façade cracks and he breaks out into a breathtaking smile. “Fucking hell.” He chuckles.

Licking his bottom lip, he mouths, “open” before pushing the head of his cock into my mouth.

I slide him a little way in, not doing anything fancy. “Is this okay?”

“Perfect,” he tells me.

But I know my man, and I know this is far from his perfect. I look up at him, giving him my best innocent eyes. “Really? ’Cause my parents will be home soon.” I dart my eyes in the direction of Ellis’s room. “And I was kinda expecting more.” I flick my tongue over the tip. “But… it’s okay if you are… a bit vanilla.”

“You little shit.”

I bare my teeth and run them down his shaft. “Show me what you got, Bossman.”

Sometimes, we think we want the kink. We ask for it—entice it even. But then we get it, and the next thing we know we have tears rolling down our cheeks, and our hair being ripped from our scalps—let’s not forget the urging from the perpetual cock that’s being thrust down our throats. But, honestly, is there anything hotter than watching a six-foot-two deity come undone because of your mouth and your mouth alone? Right now, staring up at this man as he drips down my throat, there’s absolutely no place I’d rather be than on my knees swallowing around Mason Lowell’s cock.

“Jesus fuck, Nina,” he says, his voice strained. I pull away, letting him fall from my mouth with a loud pop as his hips still pump ferociously.

“I thought you wanted to come inside of me?” I twiddle my hair between my fingers.

“Angel, I was this close to blowing in your mouth.” He sighs.

“But you promised. You could be the first to ever get inside of me.” I bite my bottom lip and his eyes zero in on the movement. “I’ve never even used my fingers.”

“Strip. Now.”

I pull my clothes from my body double time, noting that my T-shirt and joggers really aren’t a turn on.

Mason rounds me, his breath tickling my ear. “You’d make a shoddy virgin.”

I don’t expect his words and instantly turn to face him with a grin on my face. “What?”

“You look like a woman that’s been well fucked, angel.”

“Oh really?” I laugh.

His hand connects with my ass again, only this time it’s bare, and the sting takes longer to soothe. “I’m going to tell you what I want and you’re going to do it. Only you will do it with that potty mouth shut. Do you understand?”

I nod.

“Good girl.”

Ugh. If I wasn’t wet before—I was—I sure as hell am now.

“Your body is perfect.” He kisses my shoulder, smoothing his lips over the skin. “Follow me.”

With not a care in the world, he stalks in all his naked glory to the lounge. Sitting himself down on the sofa, he widens his legs, then looks up at me expectantly. “Turn around,” he tells me.

Turning, I plant my feet between his, waiting. Anticipation runs up my spine, making a shiver roll through me. “Mase?” I ask.

His hands take my hips, pulling me back and down onto him. He lines us up perfectly and I sink down on him to the hilt. “Yes!” I hum, my mouth dropping open as I roll my hips onto him.

Caressing my waist gently, he groans into my ear, “Bring your knees up.”

I lift them one by one, sliding my feet along his thighs. The new position has me dropping deeper. “Ready?” he asks.

What a stupid question. Of course I’m ready. I roll my eyes, getting ready for the moment he takes over my movements and shows me his talents. “Catch yourself, angel,” he warns.

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