Page 51 of Scary In Love
Mason picks up his pace, and I lean up on my elbows and arch my back. The new angle is even better, and with every thrust, my tits drag against the rough stone, the friction shifting me higher.
I fuck him back, and he groans loudly, bending to bite down on the tender spot where my neck meets my shoulder. A fresh rush of heat floods through me. I want it to leave a permanent mark. Maybe that’s what I should get tattooed.
“You’re gonna ruin me, Jenna. Turn around and lie back.” He sweeps some candles to the floor to make more space. “Put your feet up on the edge.”
I plant them wide, and he rubs his head against my clit. It’s enough to make me come again, and it surprises him just as much as it surprises me. He stuffs himself inside and fucks me while I writhe through it. I didn’t know this much pleasure was possible. It’s relentless and overwhelming and I never want it to end.
Mason slows right down, watching the spot where our bodies meet. The look on his face is wickedly devilish.
“I said I wanted to feel you come with me buried inside you,” he tuts. “Now you’ll have to do it again. Show me how you play with yourself.”
He pushes all the way in, hands cupping my ankles to lift my legs high and wide.
“Go on, baby. You can give me one more.”
The words sound even better coming from him than anyone I’ve ever pictured in my head.
I stay propped on one elbow, and reach my fingers up to his mouth. He wets them for me, then I slip them between my legs. It doesn’t take long, I can’t even tell where one orgasm ends and another begins at this point.
Though the thought of touching myself for an audience has always been a turn-on, I’ve never done this before. Turns out Mason is the only audience I ever want.
“Oh, fuck, that’s hot,” he moans. “Look at you twitching on it. You trying to milk every drop out of me, greedy girl?”
My eyes roll back.
Why the fuck did I say yes to condoms?
I want him to fill me with cum until it leaks out between us. Want him to push it back inside me. Want to feel it seeping out of me for the rest of the night. Want him to lap it up and dribble it into my mouth.
That thought tips me over the edge, then I’m shattering around him, squirming and shaking as he holds me wide and pushes as deep as he can go.
Only when I stop rubbing does he move again, fucking me with rough strokes, taking what he needs to get himself there.
Then he pulls out and lets my legs back down. He tugs the condom off, and shoves his cock through a hole in my tights. I watch him press his hand down on it, thrusting it between our skin.
Now he’s the one who looks possessed, and I’m utterly captivated by his determined focus on using my body to get off.
His eyes bore into the spot where his pre-cum coats my skin, but they flick up to mine when he hits the point of no return. We moan together when his warm release floods over the top of my thigh, his shifting to a whimper when the pressure gets too sensitive.
I reach up and cup his face, angling it downward so we can watch it run down the sides of my leg, pooling in the pockets of what’s left of my tights, before it drips onto the floor.
It’s the filthiest thing I’ve ever seen. And I’ve seen a lot tonight.
With a swipe of his thumb, Mason gathers some up, then paints my lower lip. An offering, a baptism, a who-the-fuck-knows-what.
“Mine,” he whispers, leaning in for a slow, deep kiss.
When we finally pull apart, I rest my head against his chest and listen to the sound of his heartbeat. He holds me close, and we stay like that for a while, not ready for the night to end.
“You know I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I first saw you in these fishnets,” he sighs into my hair. “Thank you for wearing them for me. I’ll buy you more pairs.”
And I’ll let him ruin them all.
29
Jenna
InMason’sbathroom,Iperch on the edge of the tub, too stunned to speak while he rubs lotion into the spots where his restraints left marks on my wrists. He’s already washed and dried me and woven my hair into a braid.
