Page 97 of Macon

Mac reaches under my armpits, gripping my shoulders and keeping me in place as he starts to pound harder, deeper, and faster, slamming me forward.

Heaven above, he feels good. It’s so good.

I start to breathe faster, moaning with each thrust.

“Yes,” I croak, tilting my head back and giving him my neck to devour.

With our bodies sweating, we slip and slide together as one.

“Fuck!” Mac’s voice is a deep rumble.

“Yes!” I follow his lead.

He’s been my savior these past two weeks.

I dig my nails deeper into his back, getting a growl from him. He digs his teeth into my neck, getting the same response.

Feeling my orgasm rising has me bucking up against him, adding more friction against my clit.

Our breathing comes in fast increments as we both increase the pace.

“Oh God,” he says hoarsely. “Beautiful, I’m close.”

I shatter, letting my orgasm explode all around him. “Yes! Mac!” My voice is raw.

Mac devours my breast into his mouth. With the flick of his tongue on my nipple and a little nip, he intensifies my orgasm, and I moan my approval.

Mac leans up on his elbows, looking down at me. He shifts his hips so they continue to grind against my clit, giving me another orgasm.

“Yes.” He pumps deeper

“Sin.” He increases his pace.

“I’m…” He slams up, hitting my G-spot and clit simultaneously

“Coming.” He hammers his release into me.

I cry out, rocking my hips up as we both release together.

Mac slows his pace, giving me his mouth. I grab his neck, deepening the kiss.

When he pulls out, we break the kiss. Mac falls to the side of me, out of breath. Taking a deep breath, I roll my body to face my man.

When Mac opens his eyes and sees me staring at him, he asks again, “You good?”

I smile.

He pulls me up onto his chest, pushing strands of hair out of my face and caressing my back as I lay my chin on his chest.

“Fuck, beautiful, that was unreal,” Mac praises me.

I beam.

Mac raises a brow. “What?” he says with a devilish smile. “Did I fuck you so good you can’t speak?”

Smiling, I clear my throat. “I’m good.”

He caresses my cheek with the scar using the back of his hand.

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