Page 111 of Ten Hammers

“So tell me,” I say.

“You’ve heard it all before, though.” His fingers slide into me, at least two, luxuriously slow.

I moan. “Who cares what the others have said?”

Just as slowly as he enters me, his fingers leave, and I want to push against him until he’s inside me again, but his eyes pin me in place.

“I just wish I could do something, you know, say anything to you, that the others haven’t already.”

“I think you’re too much in your head, Mace,” I say as gently as possible, hoping the mood isn’t dying.

“Well,” he mutters, and then he gives me his fingers again, “It’s not like I can tell you what’s in my heart. Diesel beat me to…”

His voice trails to a stop and his eyes widen as though he didn’t mean to say what he did, at least not out loud. His fingers begin to pump, finding a sweet rhythm.

I moan again, and push my hips in a matching rhythm. But this conversation isn’t finished yet.

“Beat you to what, Mace?”

I watch his face carefully, and as I do, I reach for his cock, searching with my hand until I find him. My grip is as solid as he is and his eyes flicker as I stroke him once.

“What did Diesel beat you to, Mace?”

He swallows hard. “I am not saying another word.”

I pump his cock again, and he pumps his fingers into me. As we match paces, we stare at each other. And stare and stare. The air is so thick with passion I might actually choke.

“Tell me,” I say again, daring him.

And then in a swift motion, he spreads me open wider and settles his body over me, the tip of his cock lining up with my entrance. We still haven’t broken eye contact. I don’t think I could look away from him if I wanted to. And I don’t want to. When he thrusts forward, I gasp, but I relish the thick, deep slide of him.

“I told you I’m not saying another word.”

His hips are possessed by some kind of magical spell to make my pussy sing, I’m sure. That’s the only explanation for why I completely unravel as he begins to steadily fuck me. I pant, I sweat, and with his molten eyes on me, it doesn’t take long before I feel the orgasm rising in me.

“Why not?” I ask, pushing all thoughts of orgasming out of my head. I’m not ready. Not yet.

He sits up, then, shoving my knees toward my chest and grabbing my ass, lifting me higher.

When he thrusts into me again, his cock feels so huge in this new angle that it steals my breath.

“Because,” he starts as his hips slam into me. “I’ve heard it’s a bad idea to tell someone that you love them when you’re fucking.”

My heart isn’t beating anymore. My lungs can’t take in air. Thank God he’s got me on my back, already, because in any other position I’d have collapsed from shock.

“But is it true?” I say.

Well, I try to say it, but he’s fucking me harder than before, so my words are sloppy, gasping breaths.

“It’s true, Cupcake.”

The slam of his cock into me is ten times deeper after he says it. My heart is fully pierced by him.

“I’m going to come,” I cry out.

“Let go, baby.”

The sounds I make as my body bursts in ecstasy are surely loud enough to be heard throughout the entire building. Mason’s sounds are quieter.

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