Page 87 of Tame Me

His tongue cruised down my belly, and when he parted my legs, I writhed beneath his touch. He trailed little nips up and down my thigh, each time inching toward my pussy. It was exquisite agony, and I was seconds from yelling at him to lick my pussy when he lowered between my legs. His tongue was hot, hard, and glorious as he glided it up my hot folds and curled around my clit.

With incredible skill Mason not only had his tongue working its magic on my hypersensitive pussy, but his fingers also played with my boobs, squeezing and tweaking my nipples simultaneously. My body was on fire. Every nerve ending buzzed.

His hands moved back to my pussy, and he thrust a finger inside me. I pushed my heels into the bed, raised my hips, and parted my knees, giving him room to play. A second finger joined the first, and as they twisted in and out of my pulsing hole, his hot tongue glided up and down my velvet folds.

He wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked so hard I dug my nails into the headboard and clamped my knees shut, trapping him there as a shudder ripped through me. I parted my knees, let go of the bed, clutched a handful of his hair, and held him in place.

A wild scream burst from my lips, and I bucked beneath him as every sensation in my body erupted in a mind-blowing orgasm. As I rode the glorious wave, my hips writhed, my clit pulsed, and my insides clenched with each lick of Mason’s tongue.

He looked up from between my legs with a drunken-like gaze. “Holy wow.”

It was wow—every bit wow.

But I wanted more; I wanted to feel him inside me. I’d barely caught my breath when I rolled off the bed in one fluid movement and practically ran for my bag. I attacked the zipper and plucked out a condom packet. As I returned to him, I tore the packet open with my teeth.

I handed the condom over, and as he rolled it on, I crawled onto the bed on my hands and knees and thrust my ass at him, telling him in no uncertain terms that I wanted that cock inside me . . . now.

His fingers dug into the flesh at my hips, and in one swift movement, his cock rammed into me.

It was fast, it was furious. It blew my mind.

As I clawed the sheets and cried out, he thrust into me with brutal repetition. He pounded something deep, deep inside me—it was as painful as it was magnificent.

“Oh, yes,” he yelled, and over and over, he drove into me, impaling me with every inch of his solid hard-on.

My second orgasm shot through me, surprising me with its swiftness, and I screamed at the gloriousness of it.

Mason cried out too, a deep, primal groan that tumbled from his throat and matched his final thrusts. His grip on my thighs petered out as his cock softened inside me. I fell forward and rolled to my side, gasping for breath.

As Mason strode to the bathroom, I admired his youthful body. He wasn’t muscle-bound like Corben or nicely tanned like Hunter, yet he had just as many equally appealing qualities that had me praying I’d remember every inch of my young lover forever.

He emerged from the bathroom naked, and I rolled to sit on the edge of the bed. He sat beside me. Our legs touched.

I put my hand on his bare thigh. “That was amazing.”

“It was fucking incredible.” He scrunched up his nose, and it was so cute that I started giggling.

“What?” He smiled at me.

“Nothing, it’s just. . .”

“What?” His grin grew magnificent, and I etched his handsome face into my memory.

I kissed his cheek. “You’re lovely.” I stood and walked toward my leggings that were half inside-out.

“Do you have to go?”

His pleading, big blue eyes nearly had me agreeing. But thankfully, the angel in my brain dominated this time. “Yes, I have to go.”

I pulled my undies on and flipped my leggings the right way around. I sat on the bed and pulled on my pants in a totally unsexy way.

Once the battle was over, I tugged on my boots, shoved my bra into my bag, put my black shirt on, and did up the buttons. I hooked my bag over my shoulder and sighed as I turned to Mason. “Thank you for a wonderful night.”

“Thank you.”

I strode out his doorway and went to my apartment. Aspects of my incredible night bounced around my brain as I removed my disguise, showered, and brushed my teeth. I dressed in my PJs, and at my bedside table, I pulled my diary onto my lap.

I turned to the 3rd of December, and at the top of the page, I wrote Mason Cole, Room 6. Then I filled the page with intimate details of our sex—the urgency, the roughness, the incredible oral sex, and my questions on whether or not the marijuana had heightened the intensity.

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