I gulped. He wasn't lying. He was huge. His cock didn't even compare to Patrick's. There was no way that I could fit the whole thing in my mouth.
"That's what I thought," he said. "Don't be shy, baby. You know you want to know what a real man feels like."
I was mesmerized. I reached out my hand and wrapped it around him. He groaned in response and stiffened even more. My hand barely fit around him. I ran it up and down his length and he groaned again. His cock felt strong and muscular.Is that even possible?It didn't matter. I knew exactly what I wanted and I didn't care if it was wrong. I needed to know what it felt like for him to be inside of me.
I continued to stroke him as I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him. He pushed my back against the brick wall and lifted both my hands above my head, holding me firmly in place. He pressed his erection against me and I met it with my hips.Even this feels good.
"I promised you dessert. Get on your knees." He released my hands.
I wasn't good at giving head. Patrick had even told me that. But I had never wanted a cock as much as I wanted Mason's. Just the thought of him in my mouth made me breathless. I wanted to taste him. I pressed my finger against my lower lip.
"Turn around."
"What?" I was just about to kneel. I wanted him.
"You need to learn to obey me."
Obey. Everything below my waist clenched.
"Put your hands on the wall."
I gulped and quickly turned around. Whatever he was about to do, I wanted it. I wanted his massive cock so deep inside of me that I screamed.
As soon as my hands touched the cold wall, Mason was pushing up my coat and dress. My ass was completely exposed, the cold nipping at my cheeks.
"Spread your legs."
I followed his instructions. He was about to give me exactly what I wanted. But instead of his hard cock thrusting inside of me, I felt his fingertips brush the back of my knee.Oh. He ran his fingers up the back of my thigh. I arched my back, shoving my ass higher into the air. I needed him.
He answered with a hard slap on my bare ass. The sound echoing in the alleyway was worse than the feeling. Actually, it felt good. He caressed my cheek where his hand had landed. The contrast was unsettling. He slapped me again. I felt my ass jiggle under his hand.Why do I like this?
I could hear his breathing getting heavy behind me.Is he getting off to this?I wanted him to get off inside of me, not like this. He slapped me again, harder, and I let out a yelp of pain.
He grabbed the sides of my dress and pulled it down. He smoothed the cloth back in place and gently cupped my searing cheek. I whimpered under his touch.
"Now get on your knees."
I didn't hesitate this time. I turned around, got down on my knees, and stared up at him, waiting for whatever was next. He was stroking himself as he looked down at me. If it was possible, his erection had gotten even thicker.
"Is this what you want, Bee?" He continued to stroke himself.
I nodded. I did, I wanted him. "Yes."
"Tell me exactly what you want."
"I want you in my mouth. I want all of you, Mason. Every inch."
"Fuck, Bee." He grabbed a fistful of my hair and shoved his cock into the back of my throat.
