Page 60 of Blitz

She presses a kiss to my shoulder blade.

Slowly she withdraws. I mourn the loss of contact immediately. She reaches for the unopened box, ripping the top off and pulling out the strip of foil squares.

“I want you to fuck me,” she declares. No, demands. She hands me the square and gets onto her hands and knees, her pert ass in the air.

“Mason...”

“Come on, Tuck. Just fuck me.” She sounds more exasperated than turned on. That doesn’t sit right with me.

“Baby, hold on a second. Look at me.”

She turns over, and her eyes go directly to my cock. She runs her hand over my length again. Her pretty tongue comes out to wet her lips, and my cock jerks.

She looks up at me from beneath her lashes. “Would you like me to suck your cock, baby?”

Yes. No. Not when she’s being evasive. Yes. I don’t know.

She leans forward, and her little tongue darts out to lap at the precum beading on the tip. I groan and her fist tightens around me, stroking at a pace so tortuously slow I might explode. She sucks the head into her mouth and hums. My brain gives up and walks away. I forget what I was going to say. I forget everything except for the feel of her mouth on my cock.

“Princess...”

She takes more of me into her mouth, sucking and licking as her hand strokes the parts of me that won’t fit. Her free hand cups my balls, weighing them in her hand, as her fingers reach behind to press against my perineum.

I take a step back, pulling my cock out of her mouth. A trail of precum and saliva connects us.

She squeezes my cock. “Tucker.”

I pick up the discarded condom and roll it down my length, giving myself a few firm strokes. “You want this from behind?” My voice is hoarse. She wants to be fucked, so I’ll fuck her, but we’re getting to the bottom of this later.

Mason scrambles back onto her hands and knees again. Without preamble, I step up and slot the tip of my cock against her entrance. She arches her back, pushing back against me.

I slide in slowly, each inch more intense than the last. She hangs her head and groans, the sound echoing in the quiet room. My heart pounds. This is too much.

Her mood is too up and down. I can’t read her. But I know her body. I know the sound of her sighs and the clenching of her pussy. I know that when she slides her hand between her legs, she’s close, and when she plays with her nipples, she needs more interaction.

I wrap my arm around her torso, heaving her upright. Her back leans against my chest as I pound into her from behind, supporting our combined weights. The bed thumps against the wall. My whole world zeroes in on this, on us, on making the most beautiful girl in the world come all over my cock.

She gasps and clutches at my arm. “Tuck.”

I slide my hand over her breasts, over her pebbled nipples, and brush against her clit with the pad of my fingers. She clenches around me.

So I do it again, this time more vigorously, until she shatters in my arms. She’s boneless, breathing hard, as I fuck into her with ruthless abandon.

“Down.” She’s gasping, clenching around me.

She drops back onto her elbows and spreads her knees impossibly farther. I can get even deeper now.

There’s a certain kind of clarity that only comes balls deep in a beautiful woman screaming for my cock. I can do anything. I will do anything for her. All I want to do is live in this moment, to capture it for all of posterity, to never let it go.

The orgasm starts at the base of my spine almost before I’m ready for it. My balls draw up, tight and aching. Sweat slicks our skin. My hands tighten on her hips as I slam into her once, twice, three more times before it crashes into me. It consumes me.

My heart pounds in my ears. There’s a faint buzzing somewhere in the background. Everything is kind of fuzzy. My knees buckle and I collapse onto the mattress, pulling her down onto me.

“Mm.” Mason meets me for a sweaty, sated kiss. I reach for her and she rolls over beside me, a solid two feet away.

“Come here.”

She laughs. “I can’t move.”