Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 130512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 653(@200wpm)___ 522(@250wpm)___ 435(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 653(@200wpm)___ 522(@250wpm)___ 435(@300wpm)
So good. I panted. “Wha—what time is it?”
He lifted his head, just barely, before crawling up my body. “Fuck early in the morning, but I need you.” He positioned himself, his dick hard and ready. He used his knees to push my legs farther apart. Taking hold of his cock, he rubbed it over my folds, pushing up and back down before he leaned forward. A deep groan left him as he slid inside, holding himself upright with a hand on the bed beside me. We both moaned as he pushed all the way in.
“You feel so good,” he said hoarsely, his eyes closing a second. “Holy fuck. I needed you.”
The pleasure was immediate.
He waited until I adjusted to him, which I only needed a second. As our eyes met, he began thrusting, using long and strong strokes. He didn’t go fast, instead letting both of us savor the sensations. Letting it build.
Grow.
I raised my arms, one curling around him, and glanced over to see the time. Five in the morning.
God. This felt good.
He’d just gotten in? I wondered what he’d done last night, but also didn’t want to know quite yet.
He cursed under his breath, grabbed my legs, and moved farther under me to get a deeper angle. He looked down, holding my gaze as he powered into me, quickening his pace.
My mouth watered. The pressure rose. I felt it pooling, but I didn’t want to come this fast. Not yet. Not when I could see Mason was going to hold off and make me come more than once. He’d keep thrusting through my climax. Sometimes I loved that. Sometimes it drove me crazy. He was relentless, but I could see there was something more in him. Something dark. Hungry. A torment that was different from the way he’d been looking at me this last week.
I smoothed a hand over his forehead, traced his eyes, his cheek, his very square jawline. Up over his mouth, where he opened and sucked me in.
My heart sped up. He felt so good. Pushing in and holding. He rotated his hips.
I grunted. “Mase.” I couldn’t say more. I gritted my teeth, still trying to stave off my release, but he pushed back inside on another deep stroke. One hand went to my clit. He rubbed in long, circular motions.
We kept moving together.
I was losing track of time. My eyelids lowered.
I could do this all day. Feel this pleasure. It was intoxicating.
Was it normal? To feel like this with him? I hungered for him as much as I had in high school. I needed him even more. There were times I was exasperated with him, but this primal desperation for him that I felt inside of me, that never went away. It only increased over the years.
He cursed, arching more over me, and his hips began slamming into me.
My breath shortened. Jesus.
The pressure exploded. I gasped, grabbing for his wrist, and squeezing as I clenched around him. My climax ripped through me, the waves spreading all over, and I just lay there a moment as my entire body felt like a volcano had gone off inside of me.
When I came back down, my pulse steadying, Mason was still fucking me. I moved my hips with him, but he pinned me down, growling. “No.” He watched where he was sliding in and out of me, his fingers rubbing my clit.
I reached for his hand, wanting to pull him off me, but he put both my wrists together. Pinning them against the bed with one hand, he stretched himself over me. One hand continued to rub my clit, and his hips powered into me. Hard.
Brutal.
His eyes turned, meeting mine. I saw the need in him. He was angry. Something had happened. It had brought out the anguish he’d buried so deep inside. It had come to the surface, and he needed an outlet.
That was me.
He needed to dominate me. A shudder racked through me. He was going to bring me to climax over and over again—until he’d exhausted himself.
Fuck.
I relaxed my body, sinking into the bed. He released my wrists, delivering one word. “Stay.” When I closed my eyes, his hand curled around my throat. He held me there instead, his thumb resting over my artery so he could feel my pulse.
I succumbed to him, surrendering. Over the next hour and a half, he brought me to four more toe-curling releases. Finally I broke down, tears sliding free. “Mason, please.” I reached for his wrist and pulled his hand away from my clit. “I can’t take any more.” I was drained from all the sensations and emotions. He’d wreaked havoc on my body.
His eyes met mine. So stark. Hollow. He wasn’t fully here. He had hidden away inside of himself, seeking solace in the pleasure between us.