Free Game Plan by Karla Doyle Page A

her tingle all over. She’d never done anything like this with Scott. He didn’t like to play.
    “I want you to suck my…um…tits.” A hot, naked man was in her bedroom, waiting to pleasure her, and that lame-o attempt at sexy was the best she could do? She rolled her eyes as her cheeks burned. “When you call them tits, it makes me feel sexy. When I use the word, I feel like an idiot.”
    “That’s no good.” Mason smiled and leaned back in the chair, cock in hand. “I definitely want you feeling sexy, not stupid.” He used a slow, steady rhythm, never taking his eyes off her. Now that was sexy.
    “This is way better than internet porn.”
    “Yeah?” A red-hot smile slid into place. “And is this what you do when you’re watching porn—just watch?”
    “Sometimes I fold laundry.” The deep sound of his laugh made her best parts tighten with need. “But mostly I play with myself.”
    “I’d like to see that.”
    “Let me grab the hamper.” She took a fake step away, enough to make him reach for her. His hand closed around her wrist. Not tight, he didn’t need to use his strength to keep her there. The rush of sensation that came with each touch, the draw of his incredible eyes, she’d do anything he asked, with or without words. So self-assured and in control, Mason was a man who knew what he wanted and expected to get it. He affected every nerve ending, every cell in her body. He was exactly what she’d been missing.
    He drew her back to the spot in front of the window. Directed the hand he’d grabbed to the needy place between her legs, then let go. His eyes stayed on her while he lazily fisted his cock with his right hand.
    He wanted to watch her touch herself? Expert at masturbation she was, but never for an audience. Her heart rate kicked up its pace as she slid one finger between her folds and circled her clit without touching it. Self-inflicted tease torture, the kind she used when she wanted to draw out the process. A little more pressure wouldn’t tip the scales. She rubbed across her clit, igniting the need to come. Mason’s eyes were transfixed on her motion. Hand still working in his lap, he pumped faster, matching her rhythm. A bead of pre-come formed on the tip, begging to be licked.
    “I need your cock in my mouth.” He answered her by jerking forward and sealing his lips over her nipple. “Okay, I can wait a few more minutes.” Vibrations from his muffled laugh tickled the sensitive skin of her breast. She wriggled against the sensation. He nipped the bud, hard enough to make her gasp—and press her eager body closer. If only he had two mouths, one for each breast. His hand moved up her body and pinched the lonely nipple. Oh, sweet heaven. It never felt this good when she squeezed them.
    His teeth scraped the flesh as he released it. He skimmed his hands down her stomach, anchored them on her hips and urged her downward, to her knees. Wordless, intense and perfect. He angled his cock with one hand, using the other to cup her cheek. She looked into his eyes and opened for him. Let him guide her lips down his shaft until there was nothing left to take. How did he know everything she wanted?
    “Your mouth is fucking paradise.”
    Sexy, perfect words. She gulped his cock base to tip, over and over. Fast, because she was way past being able to go slow. Her nipples rubbed the edge of the chair with each pass, the raw silk piping creating a burning pleasure that shot through her body. Mason’s scent, his intoxicating man-ness, rushed her senses. She stroked the strip of soft, smooth skin below his balls. He cursed under his breath and tilted his hips, giving her better access. She ventured lower, massaging the ring of his ass with small, firm circles.
    “Jesus, Andie…”
    She jerked her hand away. Oh god, he hated it. He hated it and probably thought she was a freak for doing it. “Sorry. I’m sorry… Apparently not all the tips in those sex articles are good ones.”
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