Page 179 of Grand Love

“I didn’t do anything.” I chuckle.

“You’re doing it right now.” He grinds his hips into me, his cock hard against my stomach. “Where’s my boy?”

“In his bed,” I whisper, loving the feel of his hands on me.

“He’s a good kid. We need more just like him.”

“If I had a penis, it would be getting soft over that comment.”

His head falls back on a laugh, then he says, “You want me to talk dirty to you, angel?”

“Always.” I grin.

His eyes darken within a millisecond. My Mase—my favourite Mase—is here. “Turn around.”

I spin instantly, a giggle falling from my lips.

“She’s obedient. Who’d have thought?” he tsks.

“What are you going to do to me?” I ask innocently.

His breath fans across the shell of my ear. “What do you want me to do to you?”

I decide to play a little. “I don’t know… I’ve never…” I look down to the ground, hiding my face. “I’m a virgin.”

He handles it well, and I expect him to be laughing when he speaks. What I don’t expect is what actually happens. Sliding his hand into my hair, he tugs my head back. “Well, that just won’t do,” he rasps against my cheek. His breath is ragged as his chest vibrates at my back. Pushing me forward, he bends me at the waist, rolling his erection into my ass. “You’ll take me here,” he states.

“I cannot. It’s not a Tuesday.”

His hand connects with my left cheek. “Holy fuck, Mase!” I yelp, shooting forward.

“Watch that mouth. Unless you want me to gag you.”

I giggle again, loving this all a little too much. “I’m not sorry,” I mutter.

“What was that?” He pulls me upright, turning me to face him. “Did you say something?”

His eyes are wild and dark, but I can still see the light in them. He’s more turned on than maybe ever before. “No.”

A sharp brow pops. “Oh, but she lies.”

I shake my head, lowering my eyes to the ground as a small smile pulls at my lips. “No, I swear. I didn’t say a thing.”

“Get on your knees.”

I subtly shake my head, dying a little inside knowing he’s taking this so seriously. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t completely turned on. I fall to the hardwood and onto my knees, licking my lips… because they are dry…

He unbuttons and shrugs out of his shirt, then starts on his belt. His eyes stay trained on me, but my eyes roam his body. “You’re so perfect, Mase,” I tell him, not being able to help myself.

He falters, pausing with his hands on his suit pants. “Are you trying to make me forget your filthy mouth, Pixie?”

I shake my head no.

“Good. ‘Cause it’s about to be fucked.”

“I’ve not done that before. Will you teach me?”

“Of course, I will.” He slides his boxers off, his body flexing as he kicks them to the side.

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