Page 82 of Mace

She nods, her tongue wetting her lips. “I like it when you call me anything sweet.” Her hand still grips my shaft as I kiss her. “What do I do now?”

“Whatever you want.”

TWENTY

MAYLIE

My hand is still wrappedaround his shaft as he kisses me with so much passion, it makes my legs tremble. I’ve never touched a cock before, and his is surprisingly smooth and silky. It’s also enormous. I ache from trying to wrap around his girth, and I can feel the veins beneath my fingertips. I have no idea how he’s going to fit that inside me, and the thought makes me a little anxious.

I don’t know what I’m doing, but instinctively, I move my hand up and down his shaft. I’m tentative at first, unsure whether I’ll hurt him or if he even likes what I’m doing, then his hand wraps around mine and he guides me in a faster motion.

His heated eyes shutter closed as he lets out a grunt, his lips parting slightly to let out his ragged breaths. Triumph surges through me.

I had no idea I could bring a man like Mace pleasure, and knowing I am gives me the confidence to continue.

I move my hand faster, twisting as I go, studying his expression to make sure I’m not doing anything he doesn’tlike. I’m transfixed by the way his lips part slightly as his face scrunches and his breath tears out of him heavily. There is a heady mix of emotions as I watch this beautiful man come apart because of me. I’m doing this to him, and I feel fucking powerful.

Every part of my body yearns for him, craves him like a starving animal. I didn’t know it could feel this intense. I had no idea I could desire someone with every molecule of my being.

“Maylie…” The way he rasps my name sends waves of need between my legs, and the fierce ache there begs to be soothed.

“Oh…” I stumble over the word as my own lungs heave as if I’ve been suffocated of air this entire time.

His head drops back, the muscles in his throat like knotted ropes as his cum sprays over my hand, his hips jerking frantically with his release.

The cry he lets out makes my pussy throb.

This man… this beautiful man got pleasure from me… and I want to give him more.

He pulls away from me to sag onto the bed, as if his legs are no longer capable of holding his weight. His eyes stay scrunched shut as he tries to catch his breath, but my gaze is locked on his thick cock.

It juts out from between his legs, where his jeans are pulled down just far enough to reveal that tantalising strip of dark hair around the root of his shaft. It’s perfect, just like him, and I want desperately to feel it inside me, but when he doesn’t move from the bed, draping his arm over his eyes as he drags in air, the awkwardness has me cringing.

He pries open one lid and then the other, and all I see is dark desire in them. “Come here, baby,” he says.

It makes me a needy bitch, but I want him more than I care about embarrassing myself, so I step over to him. Mace sits and loops an arm around my waist so he can manoeuvre me between his legs.

His fingers dip inside my underwear, his fingers skimming over the slit of my pussy. I suck in a tight breath. “I know you’re not ready for me to be inside this pretty cunt of yours, but you’re okay with me touching, right?” I nod, pretty sure I will scream bloody murder if he takes his fingers away. “Good, because I want to taste you.”

He pulls my underwear down my legs, and I want desperately cover myself but I hold still as he removes them.

Not sure what he’s going to do, my stomach flutters as he leans forward and, to my shock, licks me through my folds. I don’t have time to feel embarrassed or awkward because my clit throbs as he sucks it into his mouth.

“Is all this wetness for me?” he asks, and I grip his shoulders as my legs begin to feel weak.

“Yes…”

“You taste delicious.” He licks me again, and everything between my legs pulses and contracts in tiny waves that seem to be growing by the second.

I want to touch his cock again, but the way his face presses against my pelvis makes it impossible for me to reach between us.

Instead, I slip my fingers into his hair, threading through the silky locks and using it to ground me as he swirls his tongue through my wetness. If this is what sex is like, I want to do it every fucking day. Electric need runsthrough my body like I’ve never experienced, and I’m fighting for survival against the onslaught of sensations threatening every moment to push me into a new climax. It’s too much, even as it’s not enough, and I don’t know whether to pull away or push harder onto his tongue.

His fingers slip inside my tight channel, and the dual sensation of that and his mouth on me is too much. When he hooks his fingers inside me in a way that makes me feel like he is deep into my body, I let out a guttural sound that seems to roll from my toes to my throat.

I can’t breathe, I can’t think, and all my focus is on the building orgasm spiralling within me.

He’s going to kill me if I don’t get my release soon.