I run my hands down her thighs, loving the way her skin feels beneath my palms. She's so damn soft, so sweet. I kneel betweenher legs, my eyes locked on hers. "You going to be good and let me eat, Rebel?"
"Y-Yes," she whispers.
"Lift up." I tap her hip, helping to balance her and rip her shorts and panties down her legs at the same time. As soon as they're off, I toss them over my head.
Oscar growls and chases after them. I catch him disappearing down the hall, dragging her shorts with him, but I've got more important matters to deal with right now.
"You're soaked, Rebel," I murmur, spreading her wide. Her pussy is the prettiest pink, her clit hard and swollen. The way her juices glisten on her lips… Christ. I'm going to eat her alive.
"Uh-huh."
"You need me to lick this little thing until you're coming all over me?"
"Yes," she moans. "Please, Mason."
I drag her ass to the edge of the desk, running my lips up her thigh. Her body trembles beneath my touch, a soft moan tumbling from her lips. She smells so goddamn good.
I might not survive this.
"Mason!" she whines, her hands fisting in my hair when I flick my tongue out, taking my first taste. She's so sweet and tangy, the juiciest little peach.
I growl, pulling her closer to get another taste. I'm not polite about it. Fuck that. I've been thinking about this for two weeks already. I want her wrung out and wild for me.
She chokes on my name, pulling my hair hard enough to sting as I work her over with my mouth, sucking on her hard little clit before thrusting my tongue into her tight hole to fuck her with it. I growl against her pussy, pushing deeper.
"Mason—oh, God…"
I spread her wider, giving myself more room to work. My dick throbs, my balls aching. I need her to come right now, before I drag her to the floor and fuck her through it.
"Don't stop," she gasps, her hole fluttering around my tongue. "Oh, God. Please, please, don't stop."
I squeeze myself through my jeans, trying like hell not to lose it as she goes wild for me, rocking her hips against my face, using my tongue like her own personal pleasure device. She's so goddamn beautiful as she whimpers and moans, pulling my hair and grinding against me.
"Mason, I…I…" She shatters with a sharp cry, coming all over my face. Her body goes rigid before she trembles and shakes, soft whimpers falling from her lips. Her eyes are closed, her head tilted back.
I lick her through it, savoring every damn ounce of her pleasure until she goes limp on top of the desk, panting for breath.
"Damn, Rebel," I breathe, pulling back to place a kiss on her inner thigh. "You taste like heaven."
She whimpers through a groan and then laughs softly. "That isn't what you did to the mailman in my dreams last night."
"Good to know." I chuckle, hauling her off the desk into my arms. "I don't plan on doing that to anyone but you."
She meets my gaze, her cheeks pink. "What?"
"You heard me." I press a soft kiss to her lips before placing her on her feet. "I'm all in, Rebel."
"I…"
"You don't have to say anything. Just wanted you to know where I stand." I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and then step back. "Go get dressed. I'll get to work."
She stares at me for a long moment, her eyes wide, before she nods and then turns, stumbling toward the hall. I watch her go, loving the way her round ass sways with every step.
"Hey." She pauses right inside the hallway, turning back to me. "Do you think Oscar and Paulina would get along?"
"Maybe. Why?"
"Do you think he'd hurt her?" she asks, her eyes rife with worry.