Page 85 of Rage

His words drive me closer to the edge.I writhe beneath him, chasing the building pressure.When Mason slides two thick fingers inside me, curling them just right, I shatter.

My back arches off the bed as waves of ecstasy crash over me.Mason doesn’t let up, working me through every aftershock until I’m a quivering mess.

As I come down from the high, I expect Mason to pull away.Instead, he surges up, capturing my lips in a searing kiss.

“Still want me?”he asks, voice strained with the effort of holding back.

In answer, I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.“Always,” I breathe.

Mason pushes inside me in one smooth thrust.We both groan at the sensation.For a moment, we’re still, savoring the feeling of being so intimately connected.

Then Mason begins to move, and any coherent thought becomes impossible.I cling to him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Fuck, Meadow,” Mason groans, burying his face in my neck.“So perfect.So fucking perfect.”

His words push me toward another peak.I can feel it building, coiling tighter and tighter in my belly.Mason’s movements grow more frantic, his own release clearly approaching.

“Come for me, baby,” he urges, voice rough with exertion.

Mason’s words push me over the edge.I cry out, body arching as another intense orgasm crashes over me.The rhythmic clenching of my inner muscles triggers Mason’s release.He buries himself deep with a guttural groan, his body shuddering against mine.

For long moments, we lay tangled together, breathing heavily.Mason’s weight is comforting, grounding me as I float in post-orgasmic bliss.Eventually, he rolls to the side, gathering me against his chest.

“You okay?”he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my temple.

I nod, snuggling closer.“More than okay.That was…”

“Fucking incredible,” Mason finishes, a satisfied grin in his voice.

I laugh softly, swatting at his chest.“Cocky much?”

“Just stating facts, darlin’.”His hand trails lazily along my spine.“You sure you’re all right, though?I didn’t hurt you?”

The concern in his voice warms my heart.I push up onto my elbows, meeting his gaze.“I’m perfect,” I assure him.“A little sore, maybe, but in all the best ways.”

Relief flashes across Mason’s face, quickly replaced by that familiar heat.“Good.Because I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

Before I can respond, he’s rolling us over again, pinning me beneath his solid weight with my face buried in the mattress.His lips find that sensitive spot behind my ear, drawing a gasp from my throat.

“Mason,” I breathe, already arching into him.“We should probably shower…”

He chuckles against my skin, the vibration sending shivers down my spine.“Oh, we will.Eventually.But first…”

His hand slides between my thighs once more.As Mason proceeds to thoroughly wreck me all over again, I send up a silent prayer of thanks for waterproof mattress protectors and washing machines.

Mason’s strong hands grip my hips as he positions himself behind me.I arch my back, pressing into him with eager anticipation.His fingers trail along my spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, voice low and rough with desire.

I feel the blunt head of his cock nudging at my entrance.With one smooth thrust, he sheathes himself inside me completely.We both groan at the exquisite sensation.

Mason sets a steady rhythm, his strokes deep and measured.Each thrust sends sparks of pleasure radiating through my body.I push back to meet him, desperate for more friction.

“That’s it, baby,” he says, his grip on my hips tightening.“Take all of me.”

The new angle allows him to hit that perfect spot inside me with each thrust.Combined with the increased sensitivity from my period, the pleasure is almost overwhelming.I clutch at the sheets, muffling my cries of ecstasy in the pillow.

Mason’s pace increases, his movements growing more urgent.I can feel my own release building, a tight coil of heat low in my belly.

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