The scorching wetness of Lexi’s mouth folded over Mason’s cock. She sucked at him, her tongue writhing beneath his shaft as he thrust deeper inside her. He began to fuck her mouth, drawing his cock out until just the tip remained buried between her lips, and then shoving it back inside as deep as it could go.

Lexi moaned, and the vibrations of that sound tingled through him. His balls contracted, and he grabbed her hair in a fist as he came inside her mouth, spilling his spunk down her throat. She gagged, drew away, and then wriggled her head around the tip of his cock as he groaned in the aftermath of his orgasm.

Much better. He felt his passion fading along with his erection. Lexi swallowed, shuddered, and became still… waiting.

Mason grinned down at her. Maybe it was time to turn on the lights. The goggles had been fun, but he wanted to see her in the harsh brightness of artificial lighting. He loved the way Lexi’s skin glowed, especially in their kitchen under their strips of fluorescent lighting. The hotel didn’t have the same kind of lighting, but candlelight might make for an interesting adjustment.

“You keep that pretty head of yours facing forward, hear me?”

A muffled, “Yes, Master.”

He lit the candles, removed his goggles, and slid up behind Lexi on the bed. She shuddered as he wound his fingers through her hair and jerked her head to the side so he could kiss her neck.

Grabbing each ass cheek in turn, Mason dug his fingertips into Lexi’s soft flesh. She gasped, trembling as his fingers wriggled over her ass toward her sex.

“Bet you wish I was fucking you right now,” Mason murmured into Lexi’s ear.

“Yes, Master.”

“Bet you wish my cock was up your ass and my fingers in your cunt.”

Lexi quivered but didn’t reply.

“Say it, sweetheart.” Mason slid a finger inside Lexi.

She gasped, her body stiffening.

“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.”

Oh, he’d almost forgotten about that. He finger-fucked her once, and she cried out another breathless, “Thank you, Master.”

“That’s right, bitch. Any pleasure you get is on my say-so.”

His cock was getting hard again. God, how he longed to pound into her. He was still deciding how he wanted it: doggy style, or something more kama-sutra like. Lexi was so flexible, it was possible to do just about anything with her.

Another finger inside her: two now.

He rammed them up deep inside her, making her cry out again. Her legs slid a little further apart, and his cock twitched. Mason tugged his fingers out — fuck, but her pussy didn’t want to let him go — and brought his hand to her mouth.

He slid his fingers between her lips.

“Just as wet, but not nearly as hot,” he whispered into her ear.

Lexi sucked on her own juices, murmuring incoherently at him around his fingers.

He trailed them down the side of her face, over a breast — pausing to give it a hard squeeze — and then dragged it down her stomach toward her clit. She began to quiver the closer he came to touching her, so he slowed down.

His cock throbbed, as hard as it had been a few minutes ago.

He moved his hips closer to her, positioning the tip of his cock less than an inch from Lexi’s waiting sex. A trickle of her juices ran down the inside of her thigh. Mason groaned and thrust his hips forward, unable to resist her dripping pussy any longer.