The ridiculous demand for her “to make it up” to him was sheer bravado on his part. Not that she’d minded in the least. Sucking Mac’s cock could become an addiction if she let it. There was something so primal and basic about swallowing a man’s seed. Which was why she’d never done it before, never really given head before Mac. The whole thing seemed base and demeaning. Whenever lovers would encourage it Aria would hold her breath, give the hard flesh a few tugs, roll the balls, then a few licks to the head and either he was over or she’d found a new place to put the penis. With Mac she’d felt powerful even on her knees with water pouring down around them. The heat alone in his eyes had been enough to keep her going, but the singular look of emotion had her desperate to taste every last drop of him. Too bad her next lover would be nothing like Mac. Aria stopped drying herself off as the thought crashed through her blowjob bliss. Mac had been pissed she’d left the bed and planned on leaving him, but just because she thought she saw a glimmer of emotion in the man’s eyes didn’t mean he was out there planning a happily-ever-after with a white picket fence, two kids and a dog named Stinky.
