Page 86 of Sheriff's City Girl

“You’re doing so well with her,” Mason said, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. “I can’t even express how happy I am with how things are.”

“Me, too,” I gazed up at him, catching his eye.

“And I’m glad to have a night alone with you,” he continued, spinning me around to face him. “I’ve been dying to get you alone.”

“Yeah?” I teased him, running my finger down his chest lightly. I was careful not to press too hard. He was still recovering, and the last thing I wanted to do was hurt him in any way.

“Yeah,” he murmured, tipping my chin up. He leaned down, his lips pressing softly to mine. His tongue ran along my bottom lip and let out a light moan as I parted them for him, letting his slip into my mouth. I nipped at him in response, need coursing through my body as his hands ran along my hips.

It had felt like forever since he had touched me in that way, and my thighs clenched as he made his way to the front of my dress, slowly undoing the buttons. I had on a nineties-style front button burgundy dress. However, despite all the buttons, Mason had the dress dropping to the floor within minutes, leaving my black bra and underwear exposed beneath.

“God, I missed this,” he groaned as he pulled his lips from our heady kiss, taking in the sight of my skin. My belly was only protruding slightly, but it was now impossible to hide from the people who knew me.

“I missed you,” I murmured as his lips landed on my neck, sucking on the skin. His fingertips brushed my skin, making their way to the back of my bra. He unhooked it, letting my breasts fall free. “Maybe we should take this to the bedroom,” I whispered into his ear as his hands gave my ass a squeeze.

He chuckled, leaning away and grabbing my hand. “Then come on,” Mason grinned, tugging me toward the bedroom. “I’d carry you, but I don’t think I’m supposed to be doing that right now.”

“No, no, you shouldn’t,” I laughed, nearly breaking into a jog to keep up with him. The moment we made it into the bedroom, he spun me around and pinned me up against the wall. He leaned down and kissed my lips, this time even more desperate than before. Mason’s erection pressed into my stomach, and my clumsy fingers fumbled with the top button until they were undone. He carefully stripped out of his shirt, too, letting me help him.

I took in the wounds on his chest, seeing that the once bright red lines were fading to a light pink. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to them and began working my way down. His breath hitched as I made my way lower and lower before finally stopping when I was on my knees.

My eyes flickered up to meet his, reading the lust and excitement deep in the blue hues of his irises. I leaned forward, licking my lips before sucking the head of his cock into my mouth. He let out a loud groan as I took the length of him to the back of my throat.

“Oh fuck,” he let out a heavy growl, threading his fingers through my hair. He held my dark locks out of my face, his hands trembling as I continued to suck him, one hand aiding in stroking him and the other placed against his hardened thigh.

His reaction heightened my own arousal, and I could feel the moisture beginning to pool in my underwear. Mason’s grip tightened as I worked harder and faster, stopping only to take a breath before taking him in his entirety. My saliva was covering his hard cock, and it glistened under the warm amber lights of the bedroom.

“I’m gonna cum,” Mason let out a growl, just before tensing up. His seed spilled into my mouth, and I drank up the salty liquid, savoring the taste of him as he let out a groan of pleasure.

I leaned away from him, smiling as I met his gaze. I stood to my feet, and his eyes raked over my body before grabbing my hand and leading me toward the bed.

“Lay down,” he instructed, motioning to the olive-colored quilt.

I did as he asked, and then let out a squeal as he brought my ass to the edge of the bed. He stripped me of my underwear, tossing them across the room. He stuck two fingers into his mouth, sucking on them before running them through my folds.

“Ooh…” I moaned as he slipped the two inside me, his thumb resting on my clit. Slowly, he worked them in and out, my back arching as the pleasure rolled through my body. I squeezed my eyes shut, focusing on the sensation of him between my legs.

“Do you like this?” he demanded as he picked up his speed.

“Yes,” I whimpered, rocking my hips in rhythm with him.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he groaned, the noise of my natural lubrication filling the air around us. “I can’t wait to put my cock deep inside of you.”

“Oh my god,” I cried, his words nearly sending me over the edge. “I just want you to fuck me, Mason. Please.”

He growled in response, the thick girth of his cock suddenly replacing his fingers. I cried out in surprise and pleasure as he filled me in entirety. My hands flew forward, gripping Mason’s hips as he thrust into me over and over.

Mason leaned over me, his lips catching mine in a hot and heavy kiss. It was intoxicating, and I nipped at his bottom lip as his skin pressed to mine. My breaths grew deep and labored as I pulled away for a second, just to meet his eyes.

“I love you,” I whispered, holding his gaze.

He smiled, his eyes hazy from the sex. “I love you, too, Emma.”

My eyes fluttered as I edged and then flew over it, soaring into an intense orgasm. My pussy pulsed around him, and Mason’s face contorted before he, too, climaxed. We came to a crashing stop then, our bodies stilling as we panted for air.

“Fuck, I missed this,” Mason chuckled after a few moments, kissing my lips once more.

I kissed him back before finally dropping my legs. “Me, too. But we won’t have much longer before this will get much more complicated.” My eyes dropped to my stomach, which was still small in comparison to what I knew it would be before too long.

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