Page 66 of King of Sinners

I would normally be impressed by the small display of athleticism but I’m too busy watching the predatory way he’s climbing above me, and then there is the hard press of the head of his cock against my soft folds.

This is the moment I’ve been waiting for, but nerves make me tense again.

He slows, his elbows resting at my sides, his forearms running along my ribcage as his hands cradle my head. He kisses me long and slow, the taste of me on his lips and tongue.

I relax into that kiss. This is Mason and whatever else worries me, I’ve always trusted him with my body.

And that’s the moment that he sinks inside me…

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Mason

Charlotte feels like heaven…

She’s soft and wet and so fucking tight, she grips my cock like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

She stiffens, clearly in pain, and I still, allowing her time to adjust.

I’ve been telling her that this should be special. I meant the words. But special doesn’t even begin to describe what I feel in this moment. It’s pleasure, so much goodness. But the slow movement is a bit of torture too.

I lean in to kiss her again, trying to help her relax, which will in turn ease the pain. I wait until I feel her soften and then slowly, I sink into her again until I’m finally fully inside her, my cock buried in her folds.

Christ, it feels so good. It takes everything in me to hold still, to allow her to adjust as I gently ease back out and then slowly push back in.

She’s making these little noises that are either encouraging or discouraging depending on their tone, and I listen for them, adjusting as she needs.

I want her to know the truth…I will care for her.

On and on it goes, moving at this slow pace that is driving me mad with want. I can feel the tension building, my body dying to give her a few quick hard thrusts until I cum so hard, I go blind.

But I don’t. And I’m rewarded when her hips finally rise up to meet mine. That’s the moment I know…she’s enjoying it too.

And that’s all I need to keep the pace slow, to hold it steady as her body adjusts and then…enjoys.

It was the worth the wait.

One of her legs wraps around me, even as her pussy tightens on my cock, her breathy cry in my ear making my teeth grit as I squeeze my eyes shut. So good.

I pick up the tempo the slightest bit, my pelvic bone pushing against her clit in a way that has her crying out again and I know she’s getting close.

I’m shaking with the effort to last. But as much as I want the orgasm, I want hers more.

Her breathy cries fill my ears as she becomes so tight, she’s like a vice around my cock and I feel myself slipping, the orgasm overpowering my control.

A guttural cry rips from my throat and I’m cumming like I never have before. Like my insides are being turned out. It doesn’t sound good, but it feels amazing.

Charlotte lets out a long moan and then she breaks apart, her body shaking as we orgasm together, the moment so much more than I ever imagined it would be.

She sinks into the bed, and I sink on top of her, finding her mouth and kissing her over and over.

Her fingers slide down my back and then back up my neck, brushing the new set of scratches on my skin.

I feel the tug of pain and smile against her mouth. We both like a little bit of pain mixed in with our pleasure.

I hook her waist, settling her deeper into the bed as I wrap my body around hers.

I thread our fingers together and look at the ring nestled on her finger. “Are you wearing the sapphire too?”

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