Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
He seemed to like it. A moment later he looked up at me from under his lashes, sinking my cock deep into his throat all at once again.
God, what is he doing to me?
He pulled off in a moment. “I want you inside me,” he said, an insistence in his voice.
“I know,” I said, stroking my palm along the side of his head.
“You going to tease me about it and make me beg?”
“Your eyes are doing plenty of begging while your mouth’s around my cock, babe.
He groaned. His eyes fluttered shut as I gently gripped his hair at the back of his head.
“God,” he whispered.
“I just don’t know if you’re ready yet.”
His eyes opened in an instant, and he gave me another insistent look.
“I’ve been ready since the night we met, and—fuck, I shouldn’t be saying this. I would have bent over for you in the back of your goddamn car. Do you even have the slightest idea about the dreams I’ve had about you? About us? Not that I should have said that, either. Fuck.”
I pulled in a breath through my nostrils, trying to calm the silent riot of butterflies that were now fluttering in my stomach.
“On your knees for me,” I told him, stepping back to grab a condom and lube from my nightstand.
His hands and knees made little divots on the bed. As I walked back over, I could hardly believe how lucky I’d gotten.
He looked every bit a man.
It was one thing to have somebody on all fours for you on your bed, but when it was someone as strong and masculine as Mason, it was something else entirely. It was like he was deciding to give me a gift, choosing to give me control, and trusting me to use it well.
That was all I’d wanted, for so long.
He turned and looked at me from over his shoulder, a little look of mischief in his eyes now.
“This good enough for you, Daddy?”
I groaned, reaching down to fist the base of my cock. “Told you not to call me that.”
“But your eyes do plenty of asking for it.”
I took a step forward and gave him a firm little smack on his ass and he smiled even as his eyes widened from the sudden contact.
“You liked that?” I asked.
“You can give it to me harder than that,” he said, a little challenge in his eyes. “I liked it, but I think I deserve a little more.”
Goddamn. I pulled my hand back a little further and gave him a solid smack on the back of his ass, and his resulting moan was even more of a reward, this time.
“You’re so good,” I whispered. “Taking it like that.”
“Thank you.”
I popped open the cap on my bottle of lube and worked the smooth liquid across my fingers. Mason’s ass was up on the bed and I got down on the bed over him, leaning forward to press a trail of kisses from the middle of his spine down to his ass. His skin was supple but his muscles were firm and hard, and when I spread his ass to let my slick fingers come down onto his hole, he pushed back against me right away.
“Fuck yes,” he muttered. “Give me two.”
“No chance.”
I’d barely pushed into him at all yet, and I could tell that he was tight as hell.
“Just do it,” he said. “I can take it.”
I was seriously doubtful of that but I gave it a try, gently sliding my fingers on his hole before slowly pressing two past his tight ring.
“Fucking goddamnit,” he cursed under his breath, but when I tried to slide them back out again, he reached behind and smacked my arm.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “You are so needy.”
“No I’m not. Give me two.”
“I like needy,” I reassured him. “I fucking love needy. Do you need my fingers inside you, baby?”
He let out a low sigh. “God, yes.”
“I know you do.”
I pushed two inside him again, going slower than he’d probably have liked but this time, not stopping. I knew it was a tight fit but I also had learned that Mason wasn’t afraid of a little pain—in fact, he seemed to enjoy it when it wasn’t too much. He started to sink back onto my fingers as well, pushing his ass back, showing me how much he could take.
“Good Lord, I missed that,” he uttered, sinking as far back onto me as he could. “Sex-free summer is never happening again.”
“You need to be fucked that badly, huh?”
“Yes. Yes I do.”
That was something I was starting to love about Mason—he knew what he wanted in bed, and he had virtually no shame in saying it. There would never be second-guessing with him. No doubt.
I reached around his hips, feeling for his cock in front of me, and finally connected with it. I closed my fist around his erection with one hand as my fingers pushed into his ass with the other, and a string of curses slipped out of his mouth.