Page 82 of Rage

His free hand trails down my body, featherlight touches that leave goosebumps in their wake.I squirm beneath him, desperate for more friction.Mason chuckles, low and dark.

“Something you want, darlin’?”he teases, fingers dancing along the waistband of my pants.

“You,” I gasp, hips bucking up.“Please, Mason.I need you.”

He releases my wrists, both hands now working to rid me of my remaining clothes.As the last barrier falls away, Mason sits back on his heels, drinking in the sight of me.

“Fucking perfect,” he breathes.

His calloused hands slide up my legs, parting them gently.I shiver as his breath ghosts over my inner thigh.Mason’s eyes lock with mine, dark and hungry.

“Tell me what you want, Meadow,” he demands, voice rough with need.

I swallow hard, heat flooding my cheeks.“Your mouth,” I whisper.“I want your mouth on me.”

A wicked grin spreads across Mason’s face.“As you wish, darlin’.”

My hips jerk with a mind of their own, a frantic, involuntary dance of desperation for more of his touch.Mason’s powerful hands grip my thighs with a commanding firmness, anchoring me in place as he devours me with relentless fervor.His tongue is merciless, shifting from broad, sweeping strokes to a laser-like focus on the sensitive bundle of nerves that is my clit.

“Mason,” I gasp, my voice raw and pleading, my fingers threading and knotting fiercely in his hair as if trying to anchor myself to reality.“Oh God, Mason!”

He hums in approval, a deep, resonant sound that vibrates through my core, sending ripples of pleasure that leave me thrashing beneath him, caught in a delirium of ecstasy.The coil of pleasure in my belly tightens to an unbearable degree, a taut string poised to snap at any moment, promising a sweet release.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Mason murmurs, his words a muffled promise pressed against the fevered skin of my inner thigh.“Let go for me.I want to feel you come undone on my tongue.

Mason’s words push me over the edge.I cry out, back arching as waves of ecstasy crash over me.My thighs tremble, muscles clenching as the orgasm rolls through my body.Mason doesn’t let up, working me through every aftershock until I’m a quivering mess beneath him.

When he finally pulls away, his scruff glistens with evidence of my pleasure.The sight sends another jolt of arousal through me.Mason grins, looking entirely too pleased with himself as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Delicious,” he purrs, voice rough with desire.

Before I can catch my breath, Mason is on me again.His lips claim mine in a searing kiss, letting me taste myself on his tongue.I moan into his mouth, hands roaming the planes of his muscled back.

“Need you,” I gasp when we finally part.“Please, Mason.”

He groans, forehead resting against mine.“Fuck, baby.The things you do to me.”

In one swift motion, Mason sheds the rest of his clothes.I drink in the sight of him, all tattooed skin and rippling muscle.My eyes drift lower, widening at the impressive evidence of his arousal.

Mason settles between my thighs, the head of his cock brushing against my sensitive flesh.I whimper, hips canting upward in a silent plea.

“You sure?”he asks, voice strained with the effort of holding back.

I nod frantically.“Yes.God, yes.I need you inside me.”

Mason pushes forward.I gasp at the stretch, the delicious burn as he fills me completely.For a moment, we’re both still, savoring the sensation of being joined so intimately.

Then Mason begins to move, and coherent thought becomes impossible.

His thrusts are deep and measured, each one sending sparks of pleasure radiating through my body.I cling to him, nails raking down his back as I meet him thrust for thrust.

“Fuck, Meadow,” Mason groans, voice rough with exertion.“So tight.So perfect.”

I can only moan in response, lost in the overwhelming sensations.Mason’s hand slips between us, calloused fingers finding my clit with unerring accuracy.The added stimulation has me careening toward another peak.

“That’s it, baby,” Mason urges, his movements growing more frantic.“Come for me.Wanna feel you come around my cock.”

My second orgasm crashes over me.Mason follows soon after, burying himself deep with a guttural groan.

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