BPOV

I don't know what I'm hearing. I think I'm delusional, because I'm definitely not high. No.

Redemption. Is this what this is? He seems to be offering me a chance out. He wants to chase me to give me that chance. He's so fucking close I can smell his cologne, his eyes deep and smoldering. I swallow, hard. I can't control myself, the butterflies in my stomach, the deep craving that settles inside me when he's this close.

I put my hand over his chest, feel his heartbeat. Regular, strong.

"I—, I don't kn—" he doesn't let me finish, instead his lips are on mine in a hard kiss that says everything he can't, or won't.

I kiss him back, because I can't do anything else. I don't want anything else. He makes me want to die a little less with each caress, word, with every kiss. My decisiveness slips away as he deepens the kiss, tongue bar seeking a way in, to play with my tongue and I let out a sigh when he does. We're like feral animals, seeking solace in each other, our kiss violent and needy. We pull and push until we're on my bed, I tug at his ridiculously expensive belt until it's undone, button and zipper too. Masen's denim rests on linoleum tiles and he's underneath me, cotton boxers on inked skin.

We don't talk, but we show. I kiss every inch of his bare skin until the elastic waist of his boxers is in my way. He's thick and hard underneath the black cotton, taunting me. His abs flex as I run my fingernails along the length of his chest and he sucks the sensitive flesh of my neck. I grind myself on him, panties drenched, seeking friction. Masen growls into my ear and grabs my hips, pulling me into him harder — more aggressive. One hand leaves and trails lower, rubbing my cotton-clad pussy and I throw my head back once he touches my clit through the fabric. I pull my shirt over my head and it joins Masen's jeans on the floor.

He stops and I move up my knees to struggle out of my underwear, throwing it behind me, not caring where it ends up. We're both panting as I gyrate my hips on his covered dick, and I swear I'm going to come undone from this, by itself. "Take them off." I tug at his boxers, but he takes my wrist and pulls at me.

"Up," he commands me, hands on my ass, pulling me closer. I fall forward and place my arms next to his face. His eyes are so vivid, swirling with lust as they drive me borderline insane. I kiss him instead, distracting him with my body until he's had enough and grabs me by the throat. I close my eyes when he does, tilting my head back. I bite my lip, fighting a smile.

"You like that, don't you, dirty girl?" My pussy flutters at his words and I hum my response, airflow restricted, clit throbbing with need.

"As much as I like to kiss you, baby Doe, I want to lick every inch of your wet, little pussy now." I moan as he lets go of me and drags me higher up his body until I'm hovering over his face.

"Yes…" he hisses, licking me in one long, fluid stroke. I shudder when I feel the barbell of his tongue ring dance against my clit. "Sit on my face, baby. Let me make you feel good." I struggle to stay upright and clutch the windowsill for support as Masen grips my thighs so tightly I think I might lose circulation. He pulls me down, my knees further apart as I feel his stubble on the apex of my thigh. My eyes close and my breathing hitches as he continuously teases my clit with the tip of his tongue, his fiery breath and groans, only turning me on more. I'm wet, so wet for him and my eyes roll back when one hand leaves my thigh, and he inserts two fingers into me, curling them, making me see black spots and fireworks. My legs quiver and my hips move into his face involuntarily. I want more, I need more. His tongue aids his fingers, driving me into oblivion.

"Fuck, Masen…" I gasp as he keeps up his pace and laps my pussy as if his life fucking depends on it. I grow hotter and hotter and move one of my hands to his hair, tugging so hard he groans against my pussy. Right then, he bites my clit and curls his fingers deep inside me again. I feel myself soar so fucking high I never want to come down. I scream like a fucking whore as I come hard, all over his face, vice grip on his coppery locks. I'm sweating everywhere, panting like I've run a marathon. My legs feel like jelly as I let myself fall down next to him, legs entwined with his. When I look at Masen, he's got me all over his fucking face along with the smuggest of grins. "Fuck, you taste so good. I could eat your pussy all day." He arches a brow at me. I roll on my side as he caresses me up and down my side, goosebumps on my skin. My lips search for his, tasting myself there.

"Fuck me, baby," I whisper against his lips.

"All night long, Doe."

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