Page 90 of Their Christmas Miracle

“Yes, fucking wine,” she cried.

“Wine?”

She wriggled in frustration, her climax now a breath away.

“Your fucking safewords,” she said.

The tip of his thumb slid inside her. Erin cried out, for a moment unable to move. His dick, however, didn’t stop its continuous, slow pounding into her. Her breasts were jiggling again, up and down with every thrust. He slid his hand over her thigh and touched her.

With a thumb in her ass, his dick in her pussy, and a finger on her clit, Erin screamed and tossed her head back, wanting to kiss Zach and have his tongue inside her too, when she came.

But he was intent on his dick sliding in and out of her. He didn’t see her looking back at him. Didn’t see her eyes widen in shock as she blinked in obtuse confusion at the tattoo crawling over his neck.

“Mason?” Erin breathed.

He peered down at her then. Grinned that lecherous grin.

“Master,” he said in his deep voice.

Erin began to squirm. “Mason!”

“It’s Master, bitch.” His eyes lifted to hers. Then that smile faded. He frowned.

“Erin?”

“Mason.”

And then that finger slid deeper inside her. Pleasure blotted out her sight and she quaked against him, leaning into his thrusting dick. He bit down on her neck, and she cried out once.

Cried out again when his dick found her g-spot.

Yelled when she came with the most violent, orgasmic climax she’d ever had.

And screamed out his name when he came inside with an animalistic growl, seconds later.

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