Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 131821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
“Yeah, my greedy girl will beg, won’t she?”
I nod feverishly, grasping at his shoulders and locking my ankles behind his back.
I’ve never been so hot, so full, and he’s not even halfway in. I squeeze my eyes closed. “Please, Mase.” My walls are stretched around him so deliciously, I’m driven to taste him, my tongue sneaking out and licking across his lips. “Please.”
Mason bites on it, and pleasure explodes in my belly, my core already pulsing, clenching and unclenching around him, and finally, he shoves inside.
His eyes snap shut, a pained expression covering his face, and he moans, long and loud, inspiring my own. “Baby girl.” He groans, slowly sliding in and out, sending waves of delirium through me. “I want to memorize your every moan, learn all the little things you like, and discover new ones.”
“I want that.”
“I know you do.” He thrusts in harder, deeper, and my body jolts beneath him. “You want me to fuck you every way there is to fuck, and then you want to invent new ones. Ain’t that right?”
“God, yes.”
“Mmm.” He sits back on his knees, my ass in his hands as he shoves in and out, in and out. His eyes are locked on my face, my breasts bouncing between us as he stares down at me with pure hunger. His hands are everywhere, touching me with such an enticing possessiveness, it makes me want to claim him right back. I want to own him. Ruin him.
“Harder, Mase.”
He growls, slides his arms around my back with such gentle care, but when he hauls me to him, my chest slapping against his naked one, it’s so rough, almost violently delicious, that my climax is already cresting. I cry out, clenching around him, but he fixes me with a glare, clamping onto my hips and forcing me still.
“Don’t you dare,” he whispers his warning. “We come together.”
“But—”
“No buts.” He sweeps his legs out, and our pelvises meet, shoving him so impossibly deep my head falls back, my body quaking.
With a gentle yet firm grip, he tangles his hand in my hair, lifting my gaze to his.
His mouth comes down on mine with a crushing kiss, his hips thrusting up as I grind down, and a thunderstorm of ecstasy cracks through me.
His kiss is raw and urgent. It’s drugging and demanding and soul shattering.
“I’m going to come now, baby,” he rasps, sucking my tongue into his mouth.
He thrusts once, twice, and my hips work over him frantically, my arms locked around his neck, his around my back. And when he jerks inside me, I cry out into his neck, sucking on the salty skin there and melting at the shiver that runs through him.
We hold on to each other tightly, hips rolling in slow motion, until the feeling is gone completely, and only then does he collapse backward, taking me with him.
He grins, panting with his eyes closed, and I do the same.
A few minutes go by, and he starts laughing, pushing my sweaty hair from my head, so I lift it and look up at him, a sated smile on my face.
“You look good and fucked,” he rasps.
“I am.”
“Perfect.”
I squeal when suddenly, he has me flipped on my back and he’s climbing on top of me again.
He hits me with his big megawatt Mason smile and says, “Time for round two.”
We make it all the way to round four before I jump and run from the bed, stumbling my way into the shower on wobbly legs with a delicious soreness that’s sure to last for days.
Mason hops in with me but keeps his hands to himself, a sated expression written across his face. I climb out first, throwing our dirty blankets off the bed and piling on some new ones. I’ve just laid back down, the morning light shining through the room, when Mason comes back in, Deaton smiling in his arms.
“There’s your mama.” He kisses his cheek, the both of them climbing into bed. Mason smiles as Deaton curls up in my arms, playing with my hair. “I could get used to this,” he says softly, reaching over and running his hand over Deaton’s tangly curls.
“Waking me between my legs?”
Mason smirks, but there’s no mistaking the tenderness of his gaze. “That, too, of course, but not what I meant, Pretty Little. You know that, though.”
“I do,” I whisper. “And you should get used to it.”
Confusion draws a line between his brows, and he opens his legs for Deaton to climb between.
“The university is expanding the Avix Inquirer. They negotiated a two-year contract with Embers Elite for a full-time, paid position.” My heart beats wildly as I gaze into his eyes. “They offered it to me.”
Mason stares, his brown eyes boring into mine as he wraps his left arm around Deaton, keeping him close to his chest. “What are you saying to me right now?”