Page 170 of Promise Me Not

When he opens them again, he holds my gaze hostage, then snaps his down, lasering in on the most sensitive part of me.

His teeth sink into his lower lip, and his chest heaves. His right hand glides up my outer thigh, his left swiftly sliding to the inner part of my legs, and I hold my breath as his textured palms skate higher.

A shiver runs through me, and I tug his hair, making him moan, but my own follows a moment later when his pointer finger slides between my legs, right through my heat.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he murmurs. “And so wet for me.”

I’m a shaking mess, and slowly, his eyes lift to mine, now nearly black in color.

His fingers shift, and then he’s at my entrance. He drives up, sliding inside me, and I gasp, pushing down onto his hand, begging for more. Deeper.

Mason shakes his head, a devilish smirk on his face as he slowly pulls his finger out of me.

I whine in protest, words no longer humanly possible, and he chuckles, all dark and dirty-like.

“Oh, baby girl. Did you think it would be that easy?” he whispers, raising to his feet and taking my breasts in his hands, kneading them gently as he flicks his tongue along my lips. “I said you would come at least twice, but you’ll come when I let you.”

“Jesus.” I squeeze my eyes closed.

His mouth.

What an epic fucking surprise.

“Get in the bath now, baby.”

My eyes open, and I watch as he strips to his briefs, shaking in anticipation of what’s underneath, but he just climbs over the tub, lowering into the water, a clear sign he meant what he said. This is all about me, and he’s making sure of it…even if I wish he wouldn’t.

My disappointment must show, because Mason lies back in the steamy water, his hands running seductively down his chest until he’s gripping himself over his briefs. “Come here, Payton. You know the deal.”

A quake shakes my spine, and I nod. “Twice and then…”

“And then,” he rumbles, closing his eyes a moment as he strokes himself. “Hurry, baby. I’m so fucking hard for you.”

I step up to the tub, and Mason raises his free arm, so I slip my hand into his, easing into the water. He spins me, lowering me so my head can lie on his chest.

He grinds up into me, and I moan, pressing back. “Feel that, Pretty Little? Feel how hard my cock is?”

“Yes.”

“It’s all for you.”

“Yes.”

His fingers glide along my arms, lifting and wrapping them around his neck from behind. His teeth sink into my forearm, and then his hands are sliding down my stomach. “I’m going tofuck you with my fingers, Pretty Little. First one, then another, and if you’re good, I’ll stretch you with a third.”

My toes curl, and I clamp my teeth closed, heated desperation filling my every pore. “Mase. Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please.”

“Say it. Tell me what you want me to do to you. Tell me what you need.”

“I…” My chest flames. “I want to come.”

He growls in my ear, and then his finger is pushing into me, his other hand tugging at my nipple.

My hips buck instantly, my body eager for anything he’ll give it.

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