Page 39 of Mason

“Mason,” she breathes, her fingers curling into the couch cushions.

I tear my sweats off, freeing myself, my cock aching, hard, already leaking.

I don’t give her time to prepare.

I grip her thighs, drag her flush against me, and slam inside her in one brutal stroke.

Shelby cries out, her body tight, so fucking tight, so goddamn perfect.

I bite down a curse, gripping her hips so hard I’ll leave bruises.

“Fuck,” I mutter, gritting my teeth, trying to keep my control.

She’s trembling, clutching at me, her mouth parted, gasping for air.

“You okay?” I rasp, my forehead pressing against hers.

She nods frantically, her nails digging into my back. “More.”

I let out a rough chuckle, gripping her jaw, forcing her to look at me.

“You want more?” I roll my hips, making her gasp, whimper, arch.

I pull out, slow, teasing, torturing her—then slam back in.

Shelby groans.

Her head tips back, her mouth falling open, her thighs locking around me as I start fucking her hard, relentless, deep.

The couch creaks beneath us, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air, her moans getting breathier, more desperate.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” I groan, pinning her hands above her head, caging her in, owning her.

She’s lost in it now, her body tightening, clenching, ready to break.

I press my fingers against her clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles, and she gasps my name, arching so fucking perfectly against me.

“Come for me,” I demand, my voice low, dark, commanding.

Shelby shatters.

Her body convulses, her back bowing, her sharp cry cutting through the air as she falls apart around me.

The second she tightens, I fucking lose it.

I bury myself deep, grunting against her neck, coming so hard my vision goes black.

For a long time, neither of us moves.

She’s wrecked.

So am I.

I pull out slowly, dragging my fingers through her amber hair, my breath still uneven.

She finally looks up at me, dazed, completely spent.

I smirk.

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