Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Oh.
My.
God.
I moan his name and arch up, needing him, feeling far too many things at once.
His finger keeps swirling, and his mouth keeps licking, and just before I’m about to cum from the pleasure, he stops all of it. A pained whimper leaves my throat as he slides his finger from my pussy, and brings it up to my mouth, slipping it between my lips.
“When you cum, it’s around my cock. Understand?”
I nod, sucking his finger, making a deep throaty moan slide up and out of his mouth.
“You protected?” he asks me, slipping the finger from my lips.
I lick them, and nod.
“You clean?”
I nod again, then whisper, “Are you?”
He nods, and my eyes flash.
“I’m goin’ to fuck you now, but know this, Saskia, it’s the first of many fuckin’ times. What I want, I get. And right now, I want you.”
Oh, boy.
“Get on your hands and knees.”
So demanding. So dominant. I can’t breathe.
I push up and turn onto my hands and knees. This, by far, has to be one of my favorite positions. I feel everything, all of it, deep inside me. And with Mason, I know I’ll feel it right where I need to feel it. Deep. Hard. Ecstasy.
His hand slides over my ass, curving around the shape of it, before squeezing softly. And then he’s behind me, one hand pressing between my shoulder blades to push my chest down onto the bed. Oh, lord. Yes. His hand glides down my spine and he uses the other hand to position his cock at my entrance and, with one, hard stroke, he’s inside me. I whimper as my body, yet again, stretches around him.
It feels incredible.
“Mason,” I whimper.
He pulls back and slams back in, causing his name to come out garbled as it mixes with a moan. He starts fucking me hard, slamming his hips into mine, his balls slapping my clit, his body, powerful and strong, pushing mine further and further up the bed. His hands are on my ass, and good lord, I can’t think straight. I’m going to cum so hard people three blocks down will hear me screaming his name.
And just as I’m about to, he stops, slowing the pace so he’s merely dragging his cock in and out of my pussy, taking it right out and sliding it back in. Carefully. Slowly. Tormenting me in the worst possible way.
Because it feels incredible.
And I need him to fuck me hard.
“Mason,” I whimper, clutching the sheets. “Please.”
“When I’m ready,” he growls, his voice raspy from pleasure.
Fuck, I want to hear that sound every day for the rest of my life.
“Please,” I beg again.
He just keeps dragging his cock in and out, slowly, like he has all day and not a care in the world. The thick length glides into my body, and then out, and then back in again. His hands stroke over my ass, down the cheeks, up my spine, smoothing over my skin in a gentle caress.
“Please,” I gasp, trying to push back on him.
“When. I’m. Ready.”
I make a pained sound in my throat, and then he slams his cock into me, knocking all thoughts from my mind.
And then he’s fucking me again.
Hard, just like he was before.
The orgasm that tears through me is unlike anything I’ve ever felt in my life. It’s so powerful my screams become ragged and raspy. I clutch the sheets and his name leaves my lips over and over as the most incredible sensation grips my body, taking me to another place, leaving me completely breathless.
And then he’s fucking me so hard the bed is creaking, and he’s growling something low under his breath, and then he’s coming inside me. I can feel every pulse of his cock, and the sounds that leave his throat make me tighten around him. Those sounds, knowing I created them.
Pure bliss.
~12~
MASON
“Mason?” she asks, lying beside me, both of us just having caught our breath from what was, without a fucking doubt, the best sex I’ve had in a long time.
I actually felt it. Deeper than just a release. Deeper than just a one-night stand. I felt it. I fucking felt her. Not sure how I feel about that. It’s been a long time since I’ve had any sort of connection with a woman, and none quite like this. The situation is fucking messed up, and I know better than to get involved. She’s not even over her fuck head boyfriend.
But fucked if I don’t want to stay right here next to her and keep her safe.
Protection.
Fierce.
So fucking fierce.
“Yeah?” I murmur, and I can still smell the sex lingering in the room.
“What happened to your mom?”
I go stiff, as I always do when someone mentions her. I’ve not told anyone about my mom. Not fucking ever. Not even the people in the club. So why the fuck I choose to start telling the girl next to me, who I barely know, is beyond me.