Page 94 of Freaks Of Nature
I stop to catch my breath. My muscles burn, and my chest billows to force air into my lungs. My heart pounds in my ears like a drum. It’s all I hear. I catch the sound of rustling too late.
Arms wrap around me from behind. One hand clamped over my mouth to cut off my scream, he whirls me around before his back slams into a tree. I’m trapped, caged to his chest.
My body goes stiff with fear. He tips my head back onto his shoulder. Through the small gap under my nose, I draw in his cologne.
His hard pecs swell against my back. He’s panting too, as we both stay completely still, flush with each other.
“Does it unnerve you when we’re standing like this?” Mason asks, his breaths easing out through the cloth of his mask.
“When you can’t see my face but still feel my breath feathering along your neck, the heat of my body flaring against your backside as both our contours fit together so perfectly…” his voice trails off in a dreamy lilt.
I draw more of his sandalwood and spice scent into me, the ache between my thighs screaming with need.
“It rattlesme,” he stresses. “It sends a need so savage, so primal through me I can’t fight the image in my mind of fucking you into the ground.”
His graphic language arouses me further. My eyes roll back into my head, and my ass starts grinding into his erection.
It earns me a strained groan. “You’re such a tease, Emily,” Mason rasps into my ear, raising goosebumps along my naked arms. “Do you need to get fucked hard and dirty?”
I nod under the little movement he grants my neck.
“Undo your pants,” he orders.
My trembling fingers fumble with the button. I lower the zipper and push my jeans down as far as my arms reach while he rips his right glove off with his teeth through his mask and stuffs it into his pocket.
Mason’s hot breath caresses the shell of my ear. “That’s my girl. Alwayssogood for me,” he drawls, his bare hand teasing into my underwear from the top while his left keeps covering my mouth.
Two fingers trace my seam, stroking me roughly and spreading me open before they plunge into me.
My strained moan leaks through the seal of his grip over my lips as I grind myself into his touch. Heat and slickness well between us.
Mason’s rhythm picks up. “Soak these panties for me.”
His palm curving over my clit, he adds more pressure with a third finger, thrusting in and out of me faster.
I hear the wetness… the suction…
“That’s all mine. I want to drink you like a fucking fountain.”
Oh God.My hips undulate, and I open my legs more for him, submitting myself entirely to his desire.Let this devil take me. I’m his to use as he pleases.
“You think I can’t fill all your holes myself, baby girl?” Mason’s voice grates out. “I’m going to fuck my brother’s name out of your vocabulary, you hear me? Mine will be the only one falling from these pretty lips.”
My hips buck in his hold, and I climax around his fingers right then.
“That’s right, squirm for me.”
Wave after wave rakes through me at his command as he keeps his ruthless pursuit going. Even once he pulls out and switches his assault to the now-hypersensitive bundle of nerves at my clit. He’s so fucking rough that I’m already chasing another orgasm.
His left hand clamps my nose shut, cutting off my oxygen.
No!
“What do you want, baby girl? Air? Freedom?” he prompts. “Fight me for it. Show me how badly you want to live, and I will grant you both. You’re the one in control, Em. Earn it.”
Tears fill my eyes. I can’t breathe. My nails claw at bare skin where his sleeves have ridden up, and I want to scream at him to stop, but I can’t get a sound out.
I’m panicking. I remember how he disassociated with Vince. How he didn’t realize what he was doing. What if it’s happening again? I can’t shake him out of it. I can’t call out his name.
