Page 20 of Merrily Mine
“God.” I ran my fingers up his washboard abs as I watched him work his cock. “Your body is unfair.”
He grinned, still keeping up that lazy fisting of his dick.
I whimpered. “Please, Mason. I want you.”
“You want my cock, huh, darlin’?”
I nodded.
He groaned, dragging the tip through my entrance, gathering up my wetness and coating himself in it. Every time he hit my clit, my back practically arched off the bed. “Condom?” Mason asked.
That made me pause, the haze of need diluting slightly. “I don’t—fuck.” Shaking my head, I sat up. “I don’t have any.” Damn. And Ireallywanted him inside me.
After all these years of wondering, he washere. Wantingme.
Mason dropped his head onto my shoulder and pressed a kiss to my skin. “It’s okay. We don’t have to.”
I bit my lip. “I’m… I’m on birth control. And I had an appointment a few months ago, so I’m all good. If you want to…”
“Are you askin’ me to fuck you bare, Emily? Because…” He swallowed roughly, running his hands up my sides, squeezing my hips. “Fuck.”
Yes. “I want to feel you.” I squirmed a little, his tip still notched at my entrance, wanting it inside of me.
“I’m good, too,” he confirmed. “Had an appointment after the divorce was finalized, and I haven’t been with anyone else.”
The way he said it made me think she was theonlywoman he’d ever been with, and the thought made me want to make this even better for him.Special, somehow.
“You know, I’ve never had anyone inside me bare,” I said, splaying my hand over my stomach. “You’ll be the first.”
“Are you asking me to fill you up, Emily?” His voice was deep. A rasp over my skin, like gravel.
I nodded, letting out a small whine as his head bumped against my clit again. “Please. I want to feel you. All of you.”
“Goddamn. I won’t last very long once I have this hot, wet cunt wrapped around me.” He reached down, rubbing his thumb over my clit before rocking his hips, just the tip entering me.
I gasped as he pushed further into my entrance, stretching me out. He reallywasbig. “You’re not going to fit,” I whimpered.
He groaned, stilling. “You’re so tight.” His hands gripped my thighs, pulling me apart. “So wet.”
Looking down, I saw I’d only taken the first few inches. “Mason,” I cried. There was something about his hot, hard length piercing me that felt even better than normal.
“Shhhh.” He covered my mouth with his, kissing me deeply, every brush of his tongue against mine making me open up for him, relaxing my body. “Breathe.”
Finally, when I was squirming, wiggling my hips once again, he pushed in farther, giving me more of his hard length as my body struggled to adjust to his size.
And then he started tomove.Shallow thrusts at first, but each one brought him deeper inside me. “I know you can take more, darlin’,” he grunted, snapping his hips in another thrust. “Take all of me.”
His eyes were focused on the spot where his cock disappeared into my pussy, the sight so erotic I nearly came justfrom it. Not to mention the way he called me darlin’, with so much devotion in his voice. Like he really wanted to worship me.
“I’m so full,” I told him, placing my hand over my stomach and pressing down slightly, feeling the way he was buried tight in my body, every thrust hitting against my cervix. Wet sounds filled the room as he pounded into me, proof of exactly how turned on I was.
Was I really going to orgasm from this? Penetrationneverdid it for me. Most of the time, I’d had to use a vibrator to finish myself off, because the guy I was with didn’t put my pleasure first.
Mason wasn’t like that, though.
“Come for me,” he encouraged, grabbing my leg and adjusting us so he could drive in even deeper. “I want to feel you milk my cock before I fill that sweet pussy up with my cum.”
Oh.Oh, he was filthy. I cried out his name as he bottomed out, the dirty talk making me even wetter. In and out, in and out, every snap of his hips driving me higher. “Mason, I needmore,” I whimpered. “Harder. Don’t stop. Right there.”
