Forever Love – A Romance Novella Collection Read Online Ella Fox

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Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 129179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
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My breathing is elevated and my nipples are harder than ever. “You took my scarf?”

He nods. “I found it tangled up in my sheets the night you left. Do you remember why it was there, angel?”

I nod, knowing my cheeks are hot enough to fry eggs, and not from embarrassment. I’m hot all over remembering the last time we were together. We’d gone to the movies, and when we got back, Mason had used my scarf to pull me toward him.

“How would you like to tie my hands and have your way with me?” he’d asked.

What followed was one of the hottest nights of my life.

“I revisited the way we were together in my fantasies each night,” he rasps. “Did you do the same, angel?”

I lick my lips before answering, “Yes.”

“Start with your tits and show me how you made yourself feel good,” he growls.

My heartbeat is so loud I feel it thundering in my ears. Lifting my hands, I cup my breasts, watching his face as I use my index fingers to trace slow circles around both nipples. I take my time, stoking the fire inside as I play with nearly every part of my breasts.

“Lick your thumb and forefinger and wet your nipples,” he orders, his eyes hot on me.

I shiver as I comply, my peaked nipples tingling as a soft breeze cools the small bit of moisture I’ve left on each nipple.

“Now pinch,” he murmurs.

I let out a breathy sound as I gently pinch my nipples, my back arching as the pleasure zigzags through my body. I keep playing with them, enjoying the way my clit throbs with each touch.

“Stop.”

I whimper as I take my hands away from my breasts, my nipples tingling in a way that makes me want more.

“Are you wet?” he asks, his voice thick with need.

“So wet,” I whisper.

“Then take off the rest of your clothes. Everything,” he rasps, “including your panties. I want to see how wet your little cunt is.”

My movements are clumsy, making the process of taking off my shoes, pants, and panties slower than it should be. When I’m naked, Mason stands so that he’s looking down at me. “Lie back and spread your legs wide.”

Even with the breeze, my body feels as if it’s on fire. Lying back, I bend my knees and spread my legs. Mason’s eyes darken as he looks at my body.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he says. “Spread your lips and show me that honey.”

I gasp softly as I reach between my legs with my right hand and spread the way he told me to.

“Look at that,” he murmurs. “Wet as fuck already and we’ve not even really started. What’s coming next is going to make you wild. Spread your honey around and rub your pussy—everywhere but the hood of your clit.”

I whimper as I slide my middle finger up and down my sex, careful to stay away from the hood. “Good girl,” he praises. “Is this what you’ve done when you’ve been in bed alone each night, angel? Did you fuck your little pussy with your fingers?”

My clit throbs with need at his words. Looking into his eyes, I nod.

“One finger or two?” he asks.

I let out a whimper as my hips rock up of their own accord. “Two.”

“Show me, angel. Fuck that little cunt for me.”

I’m so wet it’s nearly painful. I gasp when he drops to his knees on the lounger and places his hands on my knees, pushing them open even farther. I feel like a pagan offering, displayed for his pleasure, and it’s a hell of an aphrodisiac. I keep my eyes on his face, watching him watch my sex as I slide two fingers into my aching pussy.

As I’m thrusting in, he pushes my knees back, which causes my hips to tilt. “Oh fuck,” I gasp, shocked by the riot of sensation his movement creates.

“Don’t go slow,” he orders. “I know how hard and fast your little cunt likes to be fucked when you’re this hot.”

His use of the grip he has on the back of my knees to rock me up and down is everything. I shamelessly fuck myself faster, gasping as he matches the speed of my movements.

“Did you call my name when you came?”

I nod. “Yes,” I admit, my voice a husky gasp.

“Every time?”

“Yes,” I say, this time more forcefully.

“That’s my beautiful girl,” he praises, making my pussy clench hard around my fingers. I curse when he stops moving me and then drops his hand to my wrist, stilling me.

“So impatient,” he teases. “Don’t worry, angel. You’ll come plenty tonight. I stopped you because I want the first one to be on my tongue.”

He positions me with ease, moving me farther up on the chaise before he settles between my thighs, his shoulders holding my legs apart. The heat of his breath against my soaked sex makes me moan, but the feeling of his fingers spreading me open nearly sends me to the stratosphere.


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