Page 121 of The Young & the Sinner

“Y-yes,” I stuttered. I was in control. “This is okay. I…”

“Yes?”

“I like it.”

He nodded, and male satisfaction reflected in those bottomless depth of his eyes. I wanted to lose myself to him. And he made it so easy to want such a thing.

Mason kissed my cheek then, his stubble tickling my skin a little. I wanted to kiss his lips, but he moved away to bend down in front of me. My eyes widened, seeing where he was going. He moved slowly, as if he was giving me the chance to say no. I would never say no to him again.

I nodded, and his movements grew bold. He unbuckled my jeans and pulled down the zipper, the noise deafening in the silent room. My stomach clenched. And then he pulled down my jeans and my panties, baring me to his gaze.

“Beautiful,” he said, running a single finger up and down the lips of my sex. He stilled his finger at the top of my opening, where my clit was. I sucked in a sharp breath, suddenly finding it hard to breathe.

“Oh, God.”

“Is this okay?”

I started to nod, only to remember what he said about needing me to be vocal. “Yes, Mason.”

His eyes flared when I said his name, and I had never felt more powerful. Here was one of the strongest men I knew, and he was kneeling down in front of me, looking up at me like I was goddess he wanted to spend the rest of his life worshipping.

He bunched up the hem of my shirt and pulled it midway up my stomach. “Hold this up for me, baby.”

Oh. He wanted me to bare even more of myself to him. It was getting hard to swallow as I did as he asked, giving him an unobstructed view of me. I leaned back against the counter and watched as Mason moved his finger back and forth, gathering my wetness and moving it around my sex.

My fist clenched around the fabric of my shirt, wrinkling it.

He moved his hand until he cupped me. I closed my eyes when he squeezed, somewhat roughly.

“Mason.” I wasn’t capable of anything more than his name.

He looked up at me, his eyes hooded with want. I was sure my expression mirrored his.

My heart pounded so fast against my ribcage when he moved in close, I was afraid it might burst out of my chest at any given second.

Then he leaned forward and licked me.

“Mason, please.” I wasn’t sure what it was that I was asking, only that I needed him more than I needed to breathe in that moment.

He winked and my thighs clenched.

He licked me again, and I wanted to explode from his touch.

I moved back, the sensation of his tongue and his touch so foreign to me. I couldn’t believe I was feeling the way I felt.

Mason grabbed my hips to keep me in place as he went on doing to me as he wished, while I tried to get used to his mouth on my sex.

He covered the entire mound with his mouth before he used his fingers to separate the lips, but never entering me. His tongue played with me before he pulled the pounding flesh between his teeth, relentless and so fucking hot. All I could do was stand there and try not to make so many loud noises.

He grabbed one leg and hooked it on his large shoulder, baring me even more to his gaze. It was funny, he was the one on the floor in front me, but I was the one defenseless, completely at his mercy.

He licked me again, with the flat of his tongue, from one entry point to the next. I flinched and Mason gripped my hip harshly. I was sure he would leave his mark there.

“Hold still for me,” he said.

I sucked in a sharp breath. How did he expect me to hold still when he was touching me… there?

In such a taboo and forbidden place. A place even I hadn’t explored fully.

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