Jacks, Marcy - Mason Returns to His Mate [DeWitt's Pack 8] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic Man by Marcy Jacks (english novels to improve english txt) 📕

didn’t just want Mason to kiss his dick. He wanted that whole  warm mouth around his cock, sucking it, pulling back and forth with  his lips, and swirling his tongue.

“Suck it, Mason. Put my cock in your mouth, right now.”

“Love the way you talk,” Mason said, and then thankfully, he did  as he was told.

Derek’s body went as tight as a bow string, his head pressing back against the tiled floor of the kitchen as Mason gripped his hips and tightened his mouth around Derek’s penis, and then pulled up and down, sucking back leisurely, like he had all the time in the world.

He supposed that right now he did.

Derek moaned low, trying to keep himself from being too loud as he pressed his hands to his mouth. He tried to pump his hips in time with Mason’s mouth, but Mason’s strong hands on him were too much, and he could barely move. It was a form of sweet torture in of itself.

He suddenly didn’t care if he came with Mason’s cock in his ass or with Derek’s cock in Mason’s mouth. Right now, everything was good so long as he reached the end.

The pulsing in his body grew worse, and Derek reached his hand down to grip the back of Mason’s head, trying to push him farther down, to take all of him in.

Mason let him  do it. He deep-throated Derek easily, and Derek pulled his hands away and gripped his hair. He was losing it, he really

was.

“Fuck, you’re good at that. Your mouth looks so pretty wrapped  around my dick. I love it,” he said.

When Mason’s eyes met his, and  the other man winked, Derek’s  body responded and everything inside him tightened, preparing for  release.

He pumped his hips hard until Mason was forced to release him

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and just let him do it. So close, his balls became tight between his  legs, he was so. Fucking. Close.

Mason halted that by grabbing onto the base of Derek’s penis,  squeezing tightly enough to almost cause pain but in reality just  stalling the release of his orgasm.

Derek shouted his despair. “No, no! What are you doing?” he  demanded, desperately.

“You’re not coming yet. Not until I put my cock in your gorgeous  ass,” Mason said, keeping his grip on the base of Derek’s prick just as  tight as they stared at each other.

Mason meant it. There would be no coming for Derek until Mason  could enjoy himself with him.

Already Mason’s hand was moving up and down the exposed  flesh of Derek’s thighs, tickling him as they moved down and around,  touching his crack. His fingers went in, finding the sensitive hole, and  they circled.

Derek gasped and lifted his hips as much as he was able to allow  those wicked fingers a chance to really move.

Mason’s eyes were no less wolfish as he watched Derek. They  watched each other, really.

“I’m gonna put my heavy dick in your ass, and I’m gonna fuck it  until you pass out.”

Just like the last time, Derek realized, and he shivered with

anticipation.

“Oh, yes, Daddy,” Derek moaned.

Mason’s eyes quirked a little, but that was probably because he’d  never heard Derek say that before.

Well, he was going to get used to it.

Derek shimmied out of the jeans and tossed them someplace  where they wouldn’t get ruined. It was bad enough that he was going  to have to find another black Spider-Man T-shirt for Tristan. He  didn’t want to be ruining the jeans he’d borrowed from Corey.

Mason didn’t undress. He grabbed Derek by the hips and pulled

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him up, positioning him on his hands and knees. Derek was a mess of  excitement. This was happening. This was finally happening.

He heard the zipper come down roughly from Mason’s jeans, but  then he stalled with his hands on Derek’s hips.

Derek looked behind him to the utter despair on Mason’s face.

“What is it?” he asked, hardly able to contain his impatience.

Mason shook his head a little. “We don’t have any lube.”

Derek’s eyes widened. Christ, he’d forgotten about that too. It  wasn’t like he came to this pack prepared for sex.

He got to his feet and rushed bare assed to the bathroom.

“Derek―”

“Stay right there, I’ll be back,” Derek said. There was no way he  was putting this off. No way in hell.

He looked in the medicine cabinet and found something that could  be useful. Hand lotion for dry skin. It would have to do, and Derek  was going to make sure it worked.

He went back into the kitchen with the small bottle in hand and a

grin on his face.

Mason returned it at the sight of him. “What do you have there?”

“Something to ease the way. Here,” Derek said, tossing the bottle  at him. He couldn’t help but notice his cock when Mason caught the  bottle. It was thick and heavy. He nearly winced at the color. Poor  guy had some serious blue balls there.

Mason grinned at him just as Derek got down on his knees and  kissed him. “This should work,” he said.

Derek happily got back into position. Mason opened the cap and squeezed the white contents into his hand. Derek felt the intrusion of a wet and slick finger against his pucker. The lotion was cold. It had been a while since he’d done this, but he was no  less eager, and he

pushed back against the intruding digit.

Yeah, this should definitely work.

Mason moaned, likely at the sight of watching his finger disappear

in Derek’s asshole.

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When Derek began humping back against the finger, Mason

added another.

Derek closed his eyes and moaned a little. It felt good. Those fingers were just what he needed right now. Thank God that bottle had been handy.

Then Mason added a third, and for a second the pleasure was offset by a sharp, burning pain. Derek clenched up and held still for a minute, adjusting himself.

“You all right?” Mason asked. “Is it not working?”

Derek blew out a breath and shook the hair out of his eyes as he looked behind himself. He smiled at Mason. The pain