9. Mack
MACK
Piper moans as I lick up the length of her slit, my eyes never leaving hers as she watches me eat her out.
She tastes fucking delicious.
And she likes watching.
Hell, yes, because if she wants to see how licking her pussy turns me on, I’ll give her a show she won’t forget. Burying my face between her thighs, I’m not shy as I suck her clit into my mouth, my hands palming her ass cheeks as her chest heaves.
I could have played with her tits all night. Her body is so sensitive I’m confident I could have made her come from that alone. It’s something to try for later—right now I’m just focused on getting her to come all over my face.
Before making her come all over my cock.
“Mack, please,” she whimpers, the plea so needy, like she’s afraid of really asking for what she wants.
What she needs.
But it’s fine.
For now.
I clamp my lips around her clit and suck as I sink two fingers inside her pussy and curl them exactly where she needs.
Throwing her head back, she comes on a nearly inaudible scream, her thighs tightening around my head as her pussy squeezes and pulses and fuck, she’s tight.
Apparently, not only was the last guy she was with unable to find her clit, he must have had a hell of time finding her pussy too.
“Yeah, well, you’re done bein’ with losers, Honey Girl, and tonight, this pussy belongs to me.”
I wanted to replace tonight with now but I knew that would have scared her off. Even now, I can see the hesitation in her hooded eyes, the ones that say she wants more but isn’t sure if we should.
I might be biased but we definitely should.
“You barely made me work for that one, baby,” I rasp, her lips parting slightly as I gently pull her legs from my shoulders and stand, a masculine satisfaction roaring inside me at the way her pussy is glistening, and the inside of her thighs are red from where my stubble rubbed against the sensitive skin.
Gorgeous.
“What do you mean?” The question is breathy, as she watches me toss a condom onto the desk before undoing my belt.
“I mean,” I drawl, popping the button and easing the zipper down at an excruciating pace, my lips curving up into a wicked smile when she strains her neck to see, “this pretty pussy wants to come.” I tap her clit with the back of my fingers hard enough to make her gasp and blush.
“And I’m more than willin’ to see just how many times. ”
Leaning over her, I take her mouth in a hard kiss, letting her taste her arousal as I push my jeans and boxers down to mid-thigh, the wet material refusing to go any farther without serious intervention.
And we don’t have time for that.
Making quick work of the condom, I tease her with my fingers, stretching and preparing her until her hips are rolling in time with my ministrations.
“Why does it feel so good?” Piper gasps but it sounds annoyed as I remove my fingers and line up my dick.
“It’s supposed to feel good. It’s always supposed to feel good.” Her eyes snap to mine at the firmness in my tone, and I can’t wonder what she’s implying—not right now.
I’ll rip apart any man that’s hurt her with my bare hands, but right now is about erasing all of that…erasing everyone but me.
She sucks in a breath as I push a little inside her, my dick already in a vise grip, and fuck, I cannot come before she does.
“You okay?”
“Yes,” she manages as I pull out and push in a little more. “You’re just really big.” I grin and she rolls her eyes.
“Just know, Honey Girl, I will never get tired of hearin’ you tell me how big my dick is.” This time I roll my hips, pushing deeper to accentuate the point.
“Mack.”
“You take me so good, baby.” I can’t help the grit in my voice, the solitary thread of restraint I possess working overtime so I can give her what she needs. My breath wooshes out of me the second I’m fully seated inside her. Eyelids squeezing shut, I want to savor this moment—this feeling.
Because it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
It feels like an affirmation. Like this is exactly where we were always meant to end up.
Slowly, I rock in and out of her, finding a rhythm that won’t have me blowing my load before I’ve gotten her off again.
Hopefully.
But she’s so damn tight and I’ve wanted her for so long. It’s more than just the physical release—it’s everything.
She’s everything.
“Mack, the desk, it’s—” Piper’s face is almost a grimace and while I love seein’ her spread out like this, I want her more comfortable.
“Wrap your arms around my neck.” Leaning down, I wait as she does it then yelps when I grip her ass and pick her up to walk us to the door, pressing her back against the cool wood.
“You can’t hold me like this, I—”
Digging my fingers into her, I thrust hard, making her gasp.
“Like what?” I prompt. “This?” Arms flexing, I move her in time with my thrusts, punctuating each one and showing off that not only can I hold her up, I can hit that spot inside her and make her beg for more.
“Stop talking,” she hisses, slamming her mouth over mine. It’s frantic, nipping my bottom lip with her teeth before licking away the sting.
I groan, loving that she’s so out of her mind right now. I push her harder against the door so I can move one hand from her ass to her clit as my hips piston into her.
She’s already wound so tight it only takes a few hard circles against the little bundle of nerves before she shatters, louder than she was the first time. Her pussy tightens and pulses as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.
It’s enough to send me over the edge right after her, roaring into her neck as I spill inside the condom, desperately wishing I could mark her.
Someday.
“Oh my God,” she murmurs, head bowed with her arms still draped around my neck as I walk us to her office chair and lower us into it.
“That was all me, Honey Girl; that was all me.”