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“Jesus, Mace, don’t say that. Please don’t ever say that.” I spin around, hands going to the back of his neck. He dips his big body so we’re at eye level. I’m pissed. He’s not anyone I would ever suspect to have those thoughts, and for him to admit to having no one, I need him to know that no matter what, I’m there. “You have me, you have your parents, and you have Von. Don’t ever doubt that we don’t want you here. Our world would be completely shattered without you in it.” I do what he least expects. My lips land on his, more aggressively than ever. A growl leaves his throat. My mouth swallows it down as his tongue takes control. Mace’s body pushes closer to mine, causing my back to meet the doors behind us. That doesn’t stop the man in front of me to stop pressing his body against mine, one hand cupping my neck, thumb sweeping along my throat. I know what he’s is doing. The dominant, self-assured man when it comes to giving me complete and total pleasure appears. “Climb up.” The command comes as his other hand grips the back of my leg. How he meandered his way down my body, using the slit in my dress to wrap around my hip until he cupped the cheek of my ass without my knowledge, I have no idea, but this is what Mace does to me. It’s like my sanity is no longer my own, lost in the rapture of his spicy scent, lips on mine, and obeying his every demand.

“That’s right, siren, yield to me.” He breaks from our kiss for just a moment until my legs are wrapped around his hips. I feel his hard length against my core and curse the fabric between us.

“It’s been so long, Mace, hurry,” I moan as he turns on his heel, walking us towards his bedroom. With every step and movement, I grind down on his length, my head tipped back, basking in the way we’ve always fit together.

“How long?”

“What?” I’m dumbfounded. Okay, maybe the only thing I’m coherent about is the gliding of his cock against my core, so I don’t understand the question he just asked.

“How long, siren? Who was the last man inside you?” He stops moving. My body screams in protest. I was so close, and then he stopped.

“You. You’re the last one. Now stop fucking around.” Finally, he gets the memo. My body that was just brought down from the high it was on soars again, Mace’s lips attach to the skin beneath my ear, sucking on it, as he responds, “It’s only ever been you, Tyra.” My body jolts. The orgasm it was chasing is finally there. His words, the way our bodies seem to move together as one, that’s all it takes, and I’m coming, not by my hands, the shower head, or my toys; it’s by Mace and the way he can control my body, giving me what I didn’t realize I desperately needed.

“That’s one. Let’s see how many more I can give you before the night is over.” I close my eyes, hoping that I don’t crash and burn, as my body slides down his. Mace spins me around, my back to his front. I take in the furniture, oversized for the small apartment. He kept it. It was one of those rare days when we both had an afternoon off, went out, just the two of us, bought furniture for ours and Von’s room, then finished out our evening with dinner before he took me on the first available surface he could.

“Mace,” I moan, feeling his hands on my skin once again, hearing his zipper being lowered, my dress dropping to the floor in a whoosh.

“Fuck, siren. I’m going to use my mouth, taste the desire of yours that I’ve smelt all night.” I close my eyes, wanting and needing exactly what he’s promising. Tonight, I’m going to just let go, or try to at least.

TWELVE

Mace

“Bend over,siren. Want that ass in the air, one knee on the bed.” This will be orgasm number two. The next will be with my cock fucking its way inside her tight body. Christ, the submissive way Tyra does exactly like I said, baring her wet cunt, knowing if I wanted to take her ass, she’d let me, is almost overwhelming. It still eats me up inside that I let her walk away, didn’t even fight, just gave her what she wanted and didn’t fight for us.

“Look at you, thighs spread open. I bet one flick of my tongue against your clit would have you coming in no time.” She’s facing away from me. I can see her pussy clenching, trying to attach itself to something, but there’s nothing there. She looks over her shoulder, elongating her body in one fucking spectacular view. I give her the show she’s clearly looking for, one hand going to my wrist, working the button through the hole before moving to the other.

“Mace, hurry up.” Her hands grip the bedding beneath her, hips moving back, cunt aching for my mouth. I don’t hurry the process along, though, stepping out of my shoes slowly, working through my dress shirt buttons one by one, revealing my body while watching the way Tyra licks her lips, eyes glazed like she’s in a trance as each part of my body is revealed, especially the tattoos. An irresistible featureare the words she’s used in the past. Needing to take my socks off, I move closer. I may as well give her a taste of what’s to come while doing the same for myself.

“You ready for me, siren?” I bend down, my tongue starting at her clit, circling it with the tip before traveling the length of her wet slit, groaning deep in my throat once I get a taste. Thinking I was only going to do this one but needing to taste her as much as she needs my mouth on her, I do three it more times before reluctantly pulling away.

“No, no, no!” She pushes her body back, seeking out my mouth again. I don’t give in to her pleas, instead taking off my socks before moving to my belt. The clink of the belt, the sliding of the leather through the belt loops of my dress pants, and her breathless moans are the only noise in the room.

“You think I’m going to leave you hanging, Tyra? That I’m going to want to stop fucking you with my mouth, fingers taking that sweet ass you’re so willingly offering to get out of the rest of my clothes?” My zipper follows. My pants and boxer briefs are pushed down together, then I’m back on my knees, hands gripping the cheeks of her ass, spreading them apart so I get the full view of her ass and cunt.

“Quit talking, then.” She’s losing patience with me. That’s okay because by the time I’m done wringing her orgasm out with my mouth, I’m going to fuck her until she’s begging me to stop.

“Woman, talking back and demanding what you want will only make me take all the time I want.” Her eyes are glued to what I’m doing, on my hand encompassing my length, twisting my wrist as I jack my hard-as-fuck cock. Tyra’s head dips down, her eyes leaving me, which has me questioning if I should be teasing her right now or fucking the shit out of her. “Siren, give me your eyes.”

“Mace.” There’s an edge of indifference in her voice, and fuck me, but I’m the one who put it there.

“I’m not teasing you to be a dick. It’s been just as long for me as it has been for you. You’re going to come with my mouth because I can’t fucking guarantee that once I’m finally inside you, I won’t let go without making sure you get yours first.” I don’t give her a chance to respond, not after the nod or the look of understanding that crosses her face. I get back to work, mouth latching on to her clit, sucking it softly, thumb gliding over that forbidden entrance, letting her get used to me again after being untouched for so long, too damn long. There’s no way I’m going to push inside without her doing some of the work. My mouth leaves her clit, tongue moving to the entrance of her pussy, taking every drop of cum that’s coming out of her center. Motherfucker. She tastes like she’s wrapped up in sin and salvation, and she’s my redemption. This right here is how it was always meant to be—giving herself so freely to me, allowing me to work her tight body up to the highest of heights.

“Your mouth… God, Mace.” She takes shit farther, giving me the okay of what she wants, and who the fuck am I to deny her? Ass sucking my thumb into her entrance, I use my teeth to scrap across her clit. It would have been fucking smarter to have Tyra on her back, sucking on her clit, two fingers in her cunt, and my thumb in her ass. That would really light this woman, my woman, up.

“Come for me.” I back away for a second. The way her ass is sucking my thumb inside, clenching around it, the quivering of her body, I know she’s close, and the second she starts coming, I already have a game plan set in motion.

“Mace!” she screams my name. That’s orgasm two, and I’m going to have a fuck of a time to keep from coming myself the second I’m deep inside my siren. I pull my thumb out of her ass, making a promise to fuck it with my cock once things are settled and I’ve gained her trust for it.

I’m on my feet the second I feel her orgasm slowing down, pinching the tip of my dick, attempting to calm the dumb piece of flesh down so I don’t come the second I’m in the woman I crave. I hold my breath, attempting to gain some damn patience when that’s the last thing I want to do.

“On your back, siren. Want your eyes as I fuck you.” Her hips drop to the bed, body fresh out of energy. A smile tips my lips because I’m the one who did that to her.

“I can’t. You fucked me into oblivion, and there’s no way I’m coming again. Sorry about your luck, stud,” she says into the blankets beneath her. I guess I’m going to have to take matters into my own hands.

“Is that so?” I say with a hint of amusement in my voice, already moving my hands off my cock and grabbing her hips, my cock sliding through her wet, but I don’t give in to the temptation. The goal is to have her eyes on me, feet planted on my shoulders, and my cock sliding itself home.

“Yes. Oh my God, Mace, what are you doing?” I flip her over. She bounces on the bed, tits doing the same, and now I’m the one having a damn conundrum. I want my mouth on her mouth, her tits, and I’d eat her cunt again over and over if I weren’t so fucking hard.


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