Page 157 of Forbidden Heroes

Pants of air slip from my lips and I’m unable to catch my breath.

With slow movements, he works my body until my tight walls stretch to wrap around his big girth.

“Do it, Mason.”

He peers down at me, his nose almost touching mine and I hold his gaze. “I meant what I said. I’m going to come in you, mark you, and plant a baby in your womb before the sun rises. And then I’m going to take you again just to make sure.”

I shiver. “Promise?”

“You better fucking believe it. You’ll never be away from me now and you’ll always have a place where you belong.”

“Then you better hurry. The sun is almost up,” I try to tease but I sense the seriousness of his words and bury my hand in his hair and pull him to me. He dominates the kiss, taking my lips with his. Claiming my mouth as he claims my virginity as his.

He thrusts forward and a fire hotter than the sun rips through me. I tense and cry out but the pain subsides quickly.

“Shh, baby, I have you. I’m here. God, I hate hurting you.”

It takes me a moment to relax and he waits for me. “I’m okay,” I offer and I let him see the truth of my words through my eyes.

And I am. It’s not seconds before the fire settles to a bright, burning ember in my core and I’m moving, gyrating my hips under him.

He takes over, pushes up, clamps his big hands around my hips, and controls my movements.

With each slow, powerful thrust he makes sure I know who I belong to now. “You’re mine. Where I want. When I want. To love, cherish, pleasure, and hold. I’m the only man in your life now. All you need.”

“Yes, I love hearing those words coming from you,” I scream as each thrust builds me up and pushes me closer to the end.

“And you’re mine. Never anyone else.”

“Where you want me when you want me.” He slows and I’m caught by the emotion I see in his eyes. “You’ve spent your entire life not knowing a home. That changes right now. Marry me, angel. I have to know I have all of you.”

He slows to a stop, but he doesn’t have to wait for my answer. I wrap my legs around him and pull myself closer until his cock is all the way inside me. “Yes, Mason,” I choke out, hardly able to contain the tears that want to ruin the moment.

He pulls me off the couch to rest my weight on his big thighs and kisses me until I’m breathless. I bury my hands in his hair and linger a little longer before he places me back on the couch.

“Pinch your nipples, angel. Work those beautiful pink tips for me.”

I follow his instructions and love seeing how turned on for me he is as I take first one nipple between my fingers then the other and tug.

My back arches and he’s right there working my body, pleasuring me, and I know I’m safe.

“Again,” he orders and like a good little girl, I obey and he sets a fast rhythm.

My pussy grips him tighter and he growls. All the air leaves my chest the faster he pumps. His cock swells and I groan, unable to control the outburst of sensations striking me like lightning bolts.

“Faster, don’t stop, Mason, God, don’t stop.” He takes my words as a personal challenge and tightens his grip. I’ll be bruised come morning, but I don’t care. These kinds of bruises are just fine by me.

I release a nipple and slip my fingers over my aching, swollen clit and work the little bud. I cry out the second I touch myself and I tense again but for all the right reasons.

My orgasm is close and I can feel the hot cream of my release already slipping down my pussy.

Like a bomb igniting from within, I screw my eyes shut and let myself go as it hits. Everything dulls around us and all I can sense is Mason in me. His powerful thrusts and then finally his own release.

Above me, Mason roars his pleasure and buries himself inside my body until there’s no end or beginning to either of us.

White hot jets of cum coat my walls, mix with my own release and fill me to spilling over. Sticky wet and red hot. I press against my clit and ride a second wave of quakes as they strike, my pussy convulsing around his big cock.

My release triggers another from him and he falls over me. I can’t help but feel his protectiveness. Beneath my touch his heart is racing right along with mine.

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