Chapter 300

KING Iwake up with a raging hard-on, and as usual, my thoughts immediately turn to Mason James. What I wouldn’t give to have those sinful lips wrapped around my shaft. I wrap my own hand around it instead, picturing his dark eyes when I tug hard. He was in good shape when he was younger, though much skinnier than he is now. But I’ve already gleaned enough about his routine to know that he works out six days a week, and I can only imagine how good he looks beneath those tailor-made suits of his. I can practically feel the taut muscles of his ass and how good it would feel to dig my fingers into them. To sink my cock into him. “Fuck!” Precum weeps from my slit, and my balls draw up. I picture him the whole time. Imagine him on his knees for me, or with my tongue in his mouth, or have him bent over that damn desk he uses like a shield. Light splinters my vision as hot jets of cum streak over my hand. I sink my head back into the pillow and blow out a breath. If only I had the balls to say