Page 83 of Stolen Moments

“You smell like pears and a hint of vanilla.”

Pour, lick, moan, suck.

I’m a writhing, panting mess, completely under his spell.

Mason places the bottle next to my head and kisses me. He tastes sweet and tart, like the champagne he’s been drinking off my body. My nipples pucker and my hips lift. Mason rips his mouth from mine and drops to his knees. Gripping my thighs, he spreads my legs wide and shoves his face in my pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes.” I thread my fingers through his hair and tug, grinding into his mouth.

Mason eats me out like a starving man finding his last meal.

“Mmm. Yes, right there, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

“Never.”

My thighs contract as he spears me with his tongue, fucking my hole.

“This pussy is mine. So good, so wet. It’s time to give me what I really want, Em. I want to drink you in. Every. Last Drop.”

He drives two fingers inside me, so deep it almost hurts, but with a twist of his wrist, the pain turns to pleasure as he hits that spot deep inside me—the one only he controls. My hips buck as my insides lock up, coiling tight before snapping in the most intense orgasm.

“Mason!” I cry out, screaming his name all while chantingI love youin my head.

The words take a backseat as every fiber in my body vibrates with hot energy. My pussy spasms, and the intense fire I felt last time hits me as my cum pours down my crack, and all over Mason’s hand and face.

As promised, he drinks up every drop, growling in satisfaction.

Holy fuck.How does he do that? And why do I want him to do it again?

“Fuck yes. That’s my good girl, squirting all over my tongue. You taste so fucking delicious I could drink every drop of you, every day, for the rest of my life, and still be thirsty for more.”

My sex clenches at his vulgar words. Everything’s a blur until I feel him notch the tip of his cock at my entrance.

“Baby doll, I don’t have a condom, so if you want to stop, tell me now.”

I shake my head. “No, I want this. I want you. Nothing between us. I’m on the pill and clean.”

“I’m clean too. Are you sure?”

“Yes. Fuck me, Mason.”

With a growl, Mason pushes his thick shaft into my core in one thrust, filling me completely. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I get used to his size. When I open them, I find him watching me with a look I can’t describe.

I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him into me. “Move, please,” I beg.

He moves, taking long languid strokes, fucking me with purpose. His fingers dig into my thighs as his thumbs spread my pussy’s lips apart and his gaze falls on our connection.

“Look at us, baby doll. You look so fucking good wrapped around my cock. This pretty cunt was made for me. So hot, so tight, so wet.”

Lifting onto my elbows, I watch as my pussy swallows his huge cock. His dick glistens with my arousal, beckoning me to touch it. Wrapping my fingers around the base, I grip him tight and stroke him while he fucks me.

“Oh fuck, babe. Don’t do that, or I’m going to come.”

“Yes.” I love knowing that I can get him to lose control. To take what he wants from me.

I tighten my grip, but he swats my hand away, making my skin sting. With two hands, I grab his hair and pull his face to mine, kissing him with everything I have to give. I fuck his mouth while he fucks me on my kitchen counter, and it’s everything.

Heis everything.

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