And when he lets out an anguished sound and releases all that pent up frustration straight down my throat, I feel more powerful still. I slurp up every last drop that he offers, and when I’m done I sit up on my haunches, wiping my wet lips, but unable to wipe away my smile. Mason lies there, spread out on his damp sheets, broad chest heaving and struggling to recover from his climax. I did that. I did. And I loved every single second of it.
