Page 26 of Merrily Mine
He let out a low growl, and then my lips were on his, our bodies wrapped around each other as we kissed, neither of us holding back. Like we knew that our time was limited, and neither of us was going to let a single moment go to waste. Not anymore.
Something about how he praised me, the way he called meamazing,the sincerity in his tone, made my insides melt. I wasmush in his arms as his tongue stroked over mine, over and over, kissing me with the same precision that he’d had when he fucked me.
God, I loved kissing this man.
It was so unfair.
Unfair because I knew I couldn’t keep him. After the storm passed, we’d go back to being virtual strangers. Neighbors, sure, and he’d always be Hunter’s childhood best friend, but he’d never be mine.
I ground my hips against him as my hands gripped his red shirt, needy and wanting. Dragging my mouth down his neck, I tugged at his shirt, trying to pull it off his body.
“Emily…fuck,”he rasped, both of us pulling apart just long enough for him to help me guide his shirt over his head before he threw it on the ground.
I traced his abs with my fingers. “God, you’re fuckingripped,cowboy. I wanna trace these with my tongue.” It was definitely on my list for the next time we were in bed, lazily exploring each other’s bodies. Or maybe in the shower, because I was definitely going to need another one after this.
Rocking my hips again, I felt his hardening cock beneath me. He groaned as I dropped my head to his chest, appreciating his physique and the sexy little happy trail that disappeared beneath his sweatpants.
The sweatpants that were doingnothingto hide his current arousal, because I could see the entire outline of his cock.
Suddenly, I could think of nothing I wanted more than tasting him. To make him feel as good as he made me feel. It wasn’t just about sex; it was… everything.
Sliding off his lap, I knelt in front of him, tugging on the waistband of his gray sweats.
“What are you doing?” He asked me, frowning.
“Taking care of you,” I told him, just like he’d said to me last night.
The fire crackled, and I licked my lips as I pulled his boxers down, freeing his cock. It was magnificent, long and thick, and I wasn’t sure how I was going to fit it all in my mouth, but I would try.
His hand slipped behind my head as I reached for his length, wrapping my hand around him and pumping a few times until he’s hard as steel, the tip oozing pre-cum and begging for my tongue.
I worked my hand up and down his shaft as I ran my tongue over the crown, flattening it and lapping up his salty taste before running my tongue down his shaft, tracing the veins.
Mason’s hands in my hair tightened, and he tilted up my head to force my eyes to meet his.
“Spit on it,” he instructed me.
“What?” My eyes widened.
“Spit on my cock, darlin’. Get it all messy for me.”
Letting my saliva accumulate in my mouth, I coated his dick in my saliva, doing exactly what he ordered. I let the last few drops drip from my tongue onto his cock. Wrapping my hand around him, I pumped him faster now with the added slickness and took the tip into my mouth, dragging my tongue over the head, paying extra attention to the rim.
“Fuck,” he cursed again. “Take your top off, baby. I wanna see those tits while you have your mouth wrapped around my cock.”
Baby.That wasn’t the first time he’d used the pet name, but I couldn’t deny it did something to me.
I moaned around his length, pulling off my sweater, revealing the black lacy bra I’d put on this morning. I was wearing a matching pair of underwear because…why not? They made me feel pretty—sexy. And who didn’t want that?
Mason let out a groan as I took him in deeper. “That’s it. Choke on my cock like a good girl. Your mouth feels so fucking good, darlin’.” His hands pulled at my hair, gathering it up into a ponytail, but he didn’t pull me off of his shaft—no. He just used the grip to better leverage my face, helping me as he fucked my mouth.
I squeezed his balls with one hand, the other reaching down and diving underneath my underwear to rub my poor, aching clit.Yes. This.This was what I’d needed.
To be used, controlled. Not to have to think anything else, giving him permission over body and soul.
“I’m gonna come,” he grunted, tightening his grip on my hair. I sucked harder as Mason slid to the back of my throat, and I almost gagged, having to stop for a moment to breathe in through my nose. “Is that what you want, you little vixen? My cum down your throat?”
I moaned in answer, knowing the vibrations of my throat would only feel better for him. My eyes watered as he fed me another inch of his throbbing cock, the size almost too much for me to handle.
