When I'm Gone (Rosemary Beach #11)(47)

“Can you take it out?” she asked, her eyes looking up at me, then dropping back to my lap.

This girl was asking me like I would tell her no. My dick had decided more than a month ago that it only wanted to perform for her. She owned it as much as she owned me.

I paused and watched her face to make sure she was ready for this before pulling my briefs back and letting her see what it was she was asking for. I really did not want her jumping up and running off to splash water on her face from the sight of my cock. The idea of scaring her this way would wreck me.

Her hand moved as if in slow motion until one finger-tip ran down the hard swollen head and the veins along the length. I couldn’t breathe. Oxygen refused to go into my lungs. “Tell me how to touch it,” she said, running a finger back up toward the head.

She wanted me to f*cking talk now? “Wrap—” I said, then gasped in some air. “Wrap your hand around it, and slide it up and down.”

She did exactly as I said, and stars filled my vision. I had to blink several times to clear it. I stared down at her small hand around my dick, and I leaked f*cking precome. She paused. Her eyes lifted to mine.

“You like this?” she asked, her breathing heavy. This was exciting her. Fuck, her nipples were hard and poking through that thin top.

“You have no idea,” I replied tightly.

She tightened her grasp when she slid up, and her eyes widened as the clear fluid appeared at the tip.

“Fuuuck,” I groaned, and laid my head back on the sofa. I was in some form of nirvana, and I didn’t want to come out of it.

“Too tight?” she asked, innocently.

“God, baby, no. So good,” I panted.

Her grip stayed tight, and she began moving up and down my dick with more vigor. My mouth fell open once, and I grabbed the arm of the sofa to hold on.

“Was that come, or will you . . . come more?” she asked as the precome coated my dick under her grasp. She hadn’t recoiled, but instead, she’d used it for lubrication.

“You keep this up, and I’m going to . . . explode.”

The little minx grinned. She was enjoying herself. Fuck me, but that was almost too much. I wanted to hold back and enjoy this longer. I wasn’t going to scare the hell out of her and come all over her hand. But making her let go so I could finish under my own hand didn’t sound appealing.

I turned my head to look at her, and that was the mistake. She had her bottom lip pulled between her teeth, and with each move of her hand, her tits bounced. I was done.

“I’m gonna come,” I said, taking her hand off me.

“Wait, no,” she said, reaching for me again.

“Baby, I’m gonna—”

The upward tug and the smell of her hit me at once. I cried out her name as I did exactly as I’d warned her. She kept moving her hand on me, and I kept on f*cking coming. Falling back against the sofa, I think I might have whimpered. I wasn’t sure anymore. My brain was fuzzy, and my body was humming with a pleasure so intense I wasn’t sure I’d walk again.

Then her hand stopped moving, and I sucked in a deep breath.

“Holy shit, that was . . . incredible,” I said, staring down at her small hand covered in my release.

Just the sight of it had my dick stirring to life again. Dammit, she was turning me into an animal. I’d just had the best orgasm of my life from her hand.

“Let me clean you up,” I said, tugging up my underwear and standing to pull my jeans up on my hips. “I’ll get a wash-cloth.” I started, but she stood up, smiling.

“I’ll go wash it off,” she assured me. Then she shoved me back down. “You seem like you need a moment.”

My girl had jokes. I laughed, and she threw a glance back and winked at me. She motherf*cking winked at me.

Reese

I washed my hands under the warm water and looked at the silly smile on my face. I had done that. I had made Mase groan and cry out and even grab the sofa like his life depended on it until he got off. Me. I did it. And not one time had I gone to that dark place. I had been all wrapped up in watching Mase and knowing I was the one giving him that pleasure. It was a high. I had gotten some crazy high from it.

Then the way he’d looked at me, in awe, like I was some wonderful gift. He always made me feel special, but in that moment, I felt like a goddess. His goddess.

“You are entirely too pleased with yourself,” his deep voice said, and I watched through the mirror as he walked up behind me. He had a lazy, satisfied grin on his face, and I had put it there. I was pleased with myself.

“I am,” I admitted.

He pulled my hair back away from my neck and pressed a kiss there. “Mmm-hmm, it’s cute and sexy,” he said in a whisper. “But it’s also f*cking hot.”

I felt goose bumps cover my skin when his tongue darted out and licked my neck. “I just have one small problem with it,” he said, then nipped at my ear.

“Yeah?”

His hand pressed against my stomach and pulled me back against him. “Yeah. I do. You got to see me come all over your hand. Now I want to see you come all over mine,” he said, as his fingers teased the waistline of my shorts.

We had tried that before. I’d panicked. I didn’t want to mess this morning up. “What if I’m not ready?” I asked, unable to deny how the way his fingertips slipped into the top of my bottoms made me tremble with excitement.