Page 166 of The Young & the Sinner

I let out a small whimper from his words, and did as he asked.

Mason’s eyes zeroed in on my drenched pussy as he continued to stroke himself with a long, hard stroke. “Touch yourself, baby.”

Slowly, I moved my hands between my legs. The first swipe of my thumb against my clit nearly had me jumping off the bed. I didn’t realize I was so sensitive there. I moved my fingers down, across my opening and gathered up all the wetness before moving back to my clit.

My hips thrusted upward, and I knew my movements were sloppy and unpracticed, but I didn’t care. It felt so good. Especially when I looked back at Mason and realized he never moved his gaze away from me.

“That’s it, baby. Rub a little harder, we both know how much you like it when I do that.”

I groaned and did as he asked, pretending that it was him touching me. I pushed up a little higher, angling my leg to change the position.

I was close, which was surprising because it usually took me a lot longer than this to reach the edge by myself. But I was almost there.

Just a little more…

“Enough, Olivia.”

I whimpered in protest and Mason smiled wickedly. “Don’t you want to come when I’m inside of you?”

Oh, God, did I ever want it.

“Yes,” I said, my voice sounding strained.

Mason crawled into the bed, laying himself on top of me. I sucked in sharp breath when I felt the head of his erection brush against the inside of my thighs, a slight dampness there caused by precum.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down for a searing kiss. Mason wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me in closer to him, deepening the kiss.

And when he plunged inside of me, I let go of his mouth and gasped at the feeling of fullness.

We looked into each other’s eyes as he moved inside of me, my fingernails digging into his skin, leaving my mark. Nothing had ever come close to feeling as good as it did when he was inside of me. Like flying and falling all at the same time.

“You feel so good, Olivia,” he grunted again, his movements becoming almost frantic.

I bit my lip and clenched around him, wanting more. Just more. He moved faster, harder.

My eyes closed, and my back arched, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came. Even now, I could feel the tremors convulsing through me, could feel my heart pounding, could feel the drop to my stomach, and the tingling sensation in my back.

“Come for me, baby,” he said, his voice strained. I opened my eyes and took him in once more. Sweat coated his skin, and his cheeks were flushed, his eyes nearly dark.

He kept moving, his stomach pushing against mine, and a moment later, I fell.

I screamed his name and loved how rough his movements became as soon as he felt me come. It prolonged my orgasm, and he swelled right before he came, his muscle spasming beneath my touch.

We were both breathing heavily when we came back down, and Mason leaned down to kiss me once more.

I loved the feel of him on top of me. I loved the rise and fall of his chest every time he breathed, and loved his solid form, letting me know that this was real. Achingly real.

Mason gathered me in his arms then and flipped us around until I was lying on top of him. I was too relaxed to move. I didn’t care where he put me, as long as he put me close to him. I looked down at him and smiled.

He cupped my cheek. “Alright?”

I let out a small laugh. “Do you really have to ask?”

He smiled wide, his blue eyes dancing. “No, I suppose not. I’m really happy you’re here with me, Livie.”

“Me, too,” I said, laying me head back down to his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Mason ran his hand up and down my back, and I was almost lulled to sleep before he shifted.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and I’ll make you something to eat.”

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