A Perfect Chance by Becca Lee Page B

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    He groaned. I glanced up and watched his stomach muscles become taut, straining. I smiled before I opened wider, took him fully into my mouth, and sucked hard.
    "Fuck, Lena." He was finally awake. I sucked even harder, causing a gasp.
    I peered up at him; he lifted his head and gazed down at me. Lust-filled eyes stared back at me, and he bit his bottom lip.
    "Suck it harder, baby,” he said between moans, his eyes on mine.
    I happily obliged, one hand moving to grip the base of his cock to help with the friction. Regulating my breathing, I inhaled through my nose before taking him deep until his cock hit the back of my throat. Lust, power, beautiful shock waves of energy pulsated through me. My body was on fire, needing to pull the same pleasure from him that he did me.
    I expected him to drop his head back, but the look in his eyes, the grunts falling from his mouth unbidden, were enough for me to know he was enjoying watching me too much to let that happen.       
    "Lena, baby, fuck." He jerked his hips, thrusting into my mouth. I readjusted my rhythm to keep tempo. "I need inside you."
    I continued sucking, using my tongue as much as I could to caress the underside of him. I was desperate for him too, but too eager trying to unravel him to stop.
    He growled, his hips bucking as he fisted my hair. I took it all willingly. Just when I thought I had him, that he was going to explode, he pulled my head back so his cock popped out of my mouth. I gasped as he effortlessly manoeuvred me to straddle him. He quickly reached for a condom, tore it open and rolled it over his cock. Mace then lined himself up against my pussy and tugged me down.
    I threw my head back when he filled me completely. I was slick and he was hard, the perfect combination. Returning my gaze to his, I settled my hands on his chest. I looked down at them, splayed across his coloured ink. Always the perfect contrast. I smiled at the sight as I lifted myself up and pushed down, finding a pace that left me chasing my orgasm.
    "Oh, God." I groaned when Mace reached out and pressed a digit against my clit. His fingers worked me over, light rubs followed by gentle pinches as I picked up my pace. I needed more. It was too gentle, too soft. "More, Mace," I said with a gasp.
    He flipped me over and continued to move inside me. There was no slow and gentle. It was what I craved: rough and hard. Like a piston, he drove into me, his soft moans becoming grunts and heating my skin. His mouth then clashed with mine. He drew my tongue into his mouth and sucked before he pulled his head away and stared fiercely into my eyes as he ploughed into me.
    My fingers clutched at his back, my nails digging into his flesh on each in-stroke. All too soon, my inner muscles tightened. My orgasm was about to hit. I bit my bottom lip, mildly aware it was morning, and my brother was a few rooms away. I held back my building scream.
    Reading my body, Mace bent low and took my nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting it lightly. A gasp escaped my lips as I hung on for dear life. "Fuck, Mace!" I whispered. "Harder."
    He growled, scooped his hands behind my back, and held on to my shoulder for a firm grip. My world exploded as he pounded into me, fierce, possessive, and so hard I tasted the blood from biting down on my lip. "That's it, baby. Come for me."
    I jerked and writhed against him, unable to voice my pleasure. Shifting my hands to his arse, I held on tight and pulled him against me, spiralling into oblivion as my orgasm fully burst free. On a guttural groan, Mace buried his face against my neck, thrust once more and released inside me. I contracted around him, causing another groan to escape his lips.
    Replete and euphoric, I wrapped my arms around him. "Can we wake up like that every morning?"
    He raised his head and leaned on his arms to face me. "As long as we fall asleep like that too, you've got a deal." The playful grin and sincerity in his eyes had me swallowing back