Page 146 of The Young & the Sinner

She inhaled in a stuttering breath. “Y-yes.”

“Do you like it when I touch you, baby?”

“Yes, Mason. I like it when you touch me.”

I pinched her nipple and tugged, loving the way she moved her legs together, trying to relieve the pressure already building up.

I moved one hand to her back and pulled her in close until I could take one hard tip into my mouth.

“Oh, God,” she moaned when I gently bit her. Our eyes met when I looked up, and I winked before sucking on her flesh. She moved against me, and I reached up for her, holding her close.

“Mason, God. This feels so good.”

I smiled against her skin as I continued to torture her tender flesh with my lips, while moving my hand down between her legs. She resisted a little when I tried to pry her thighs open, but soon gave in and let me play with her drenched pussy.

I cupped her mound with my hand and moved my palm back and forth between her slit. Her head rolled forward until she rested it on my shoulder, her breathing labored, and her moan getting louder the faster I moved my hand.

“You’re so wet, baby. I knew you would be like this. Do you like this? Do you like it when I play with your dirty little cunt?”

When she didn’t say anything, I slapped her pussy hard, the sound punishing in the tensed, quiet air.

She gasped and wiggled in my arm. “Yes, Mason. I like it when you play with me.”

I entered a single finger inside of her, and she automatically clenched around me. I let out a small groan, imagining her clenched around my cock instead.

I closed my mouth back around her dusky nipple, sucking on the tender flesh and loving every single noise she uttered out.

And she was wet. So wet, it was getting hard to get a good grip on her small pussy. I let go of her nipple with a pop of my mouth and moved back a little so I could watch her.

Her eyes were closed, her skin was flushed, and she was moving her hips to the rhythm of my hand.

I pulled out of her suddenly, and she made a pitiful little mewl in protest, as she took in the way her slickness clung to my finger and hand.

“Oh, God,” Olivia said, trying to bury her face back in my chest, obviously embarrassed. I stopped her and shook my head. I kept my eyes on her as I brought my finger to my mouth and sucked on the taste of her.

“Delicious.” I smirked around my finger when she turned even more red. “It’s your turn to taste me.”

Her eyes widened as she took a small step back. “You mean…” Her gaze moved from my face down to my crotch, and they stayed there.

I smiled, a self-deprecating smile. As much as I wanted to fuck her mouth, I wouldn’t do it if she was uncomfortable. “Unless you don’t want to, sweetheart.”

Her shoulders relaxed then, and when I cupped her cheek with one hand, she nuzzled her face into my palm. “No, I want to.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, trying to keep the excitement from my voice.

“Yes. I’ve been wanting to do it for a while now, but I wasn’t sure how to say it.”

My abs muscle clenched in anticipation, and my cock was rock solid now. To know that this was what she wanted… God, I couldn’t wait to see her lips wrapped around me, to feel her sucking on the tip, and to hear her gag when I push in just a little too deep.

My fist clenched to keep from reaching out and pushing her down on her knees.

She bit her lip and looked up at me, a world of vulnerability in her eyes. “I’ve never done this before, so you need to tell me what to do. I want to please you.”

I couldn’t resist any longer. Hauling her in close, I took her lips in a forceful kiss. She melted against me, her soft moan filling the air.

When I pulled away, we were both breathing heavily. “You do please me, baby. Just by being you. I get hard just looking at you sometimes.”

“Really?” she asked, as if this was so hard to believe.

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