“Oh…” I stall, sweeping the thin straps of my dress off my shoulders and letting the heavy beaded fabric collapse to the floor around my feet. “Just something to show my appreciation.”

Standing in the moonlight in the little black corset and thong panties Mason gave me along with the dress, balancing on the black Jimmy Choo pumps, I feel like the center of his universe.

“I like where this is going.”

I toss my hair back as I spin. He insisted I wear it down and wild, and I feel so free with the breeze cooling my skin and the sound of the waves all around. I step forward as he keeps one hand on the steering wheel, standing as the wind sweeps through the interior of the boat.

Working the buckle on his black leather belt, I lick my lips as I swallow the saliva that is gathering under my tongue, anticipating his delicious flavor.

“And I like where this is going,” I say with a grin.

He closes his eyes as I release his huge erection, still marveling at its size and how the veins snake around the shaft like deep purple vines, pre-cum dripping from the tip already, making my hand slick as I give him a few strokes.

He groans at the contact and I love his sounds of pleasure more than I ever could have imagined. I lower myself in front of him, looking up as he opens his eyes.

“Just when I think you can’t get any more perfect, you do.”

“Yeah, I’m sneaky like that.” I smile, then take a good look at his cock on a moan.

I don’t waste any more time. I run the tip of my tongue over the leaking slit and his flavor rushes through me, making direct contact with my pussy, which responds with a warm gush as it tightens.

“Fuck, baby…” He grits out, his jaw clenched as I kiss his heavy balls, running my tongue over the thick textured skin, then drawing them into my mouth just like he likes, one at a time. “Your mouth is fucking magic.”

I work my way up from his balls, running my tongue up the underside of his shaft, then drawing in the swollen tip through my lips, popping it in and out a few times, listening to his groans.

In no time, I’ve got him spit slick and I’m drawing him deep, in and out, in and out, listening for the pace and pressure he likes as he puts the boat in neutral and takes the sides of my head in his hands.

“You’re a dirty little teacher’s pet,” he hisses. “I’m going to fuck your filthy little mouth today and you’ll get that A you want.”

Our eyes meet as he takes control of my head, driving his hips forward until the tip of his cock is bucking up against my tonsils, making me gasp and make wet gurgling sounds.

“You like when I fuck your face like you’re my toy, don’t you?” The lust in his eyes is making me soaking wet as I try to nod and answer his rhetorical question with a blink.

The thick spit from the back of my throat creates more lubrication as his hands fist in my hair and he pulls his dick from my mouth with a pop.

I’m panting, taking in air like I’ve been drowning, as he releases one hand, grabs his cock and balls in a tight grip and pulls them upward, his gaze darkening as his lips pull tight over his white teeth.

He owns me completely when he’s like this. I never quite understood the whole dominant or submissive or alpha thing until Mason, but right now I’m his student and I love how he schools me. Pleasing him is my muse.

He smacks my warm cheeks with his rock-hard shaft a few times as I whimper, wondering with tight anticipation what’s coming next.

“Get those fingers in your pussy,” he growls, as he kicks off his shoes, then drops his pants and boxers, leaving him wearing just his shirt, tie and jacket. He reaches down, gripping himself, drawing his balls and cock upward again. “Get down there, lick that spot behind my balls. Don't come up until I tell you to.”

His voice is hard but it only makes me want him more. A heady growl drifts down as my fingers push aside the thin fabric of my thong and slip into my soaked opening as my mouth and tongue do as instructed.

His balls rest against my temple, my head cocked to the side, feeling their warm heaviness as I discover this new special spot that has him rocking on his heels and groaning into the night.

“Fucking good, baby. Straight A+ for you.”

The hairs on his balls tickle my cheek as I lap and suck on the line of skin behind his scrotum and realize there is nothing I wouldn’t do to please him.

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