Page 70 of The Auction Block

"She's going to have a long road ahead of her," I whisper. "You've got to put some clothes on."

He smiles mischievously. "Why? You don't like my body?"

"I think your body is very adequate, Mr. Mason, however, I'm starving, so we need to eat."

"Yes, ma'am," he says, leaning down next to my leg.

He grabs his clothes, dropping onto one knee. I gasp as he lifts the bottom of my shirt, pressing his lips to my stomach. He trails his tongue along my skin above the waistband of my pants, and shivers ripple through me.

"Blake, stop," I say curling my fingers into his hair.

He lifts his lips, slightly. "Do you really want me to stop?" His breath caresses my body.

"No."

He presses his lips to me again, dropping his clothes on the floor. I moan as his hands grip my ass, holding me firmly in place. His lips move up my stomach, his tongue circling my belly button.

For fuck sake. I want him again.

His fingers slip inside the top of my pants and push them to the floor. Standing, he pulls my leg up, balancing me on the other, setting my knee in the crook of his elbow. His lips capture mine, as his fingers move inside me.

My stomach clenches, his fingers hitting my sweet spot in rapid succession, bringing me to my peak, quick and hard. My body tenses as I try to control the impending orgasm, wanting to prolong his sensual attack.

"Let go," he growls in my ear.

He flattens his hand, his palm massaging my clit as his fingers circle inside me. I'm lost, soaring somewhere in oblivion as I cum, loudly, moaning and panting, digging my fingernails into the smooth skin of his well-muscled shoulders.

He slowly disentangles himself from me, wrapping his arms gently around my mid-section. I lay my head against his chest, trying to calm the aftershocks. His erection presses against my stomach, and I grin.

Pushing out of his embrace, I place my hand on his chest and shove him, hard. He falls onto the bed, his eyes wide with lustful amusement. Climbing on top of him, I position myself over his length and take him fully, wincing at the sweet bite of pain.

"Lily, you're sore, stop," he says, genuinely concerned.

I chuckle, placing my hands on his chest. He lies back as I grind my hips, back and forth, adding a small circular motion.

"For fuck sake, Lily," he hisses.

He tenses underneath me, his fingers digging into my hips. I move faster, reaching my peak, again. "Cum for me, Blake," I whisper, mimicking his command from earlier.

"Lily!" He finds his release as I explode around him, throwing my head back.

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I tried to take a shower after the second round with Blake, only to find him dripping with water, sparking round three. I stand in the center of his room, brushing out my wet, tangled hair. My legs are lead, everything from my belly button to my knees aches.

Blake comes out of the bathroom, a smile glued to his face. "It one a.m. You ready for some food now?"

"I was ready for food two hours ago, you sidetracked me." I throw my towel over the edge of the bed.

"It's not my fault you're so delicious." He struts over to me and splays his hand around the back of my neck, pulling my lips to his.

"Enough, we need to eat."

His lips are warm and inviting, and he knows how to put them to good use.

"You sure?"

"Yes. As much as I hate to kill the mood, on the block I won't eat at all. I'd like my last meal."