Page 141 of The Young & the Sinner

Mason stilled while I took him in completely. He was beautiful.

And I was fascinated.

I wanted to explore this part of his body with my hands… with my tongue.

The urge to take him in my mouth was sudden, but how did I go about telling him this was what I wanted without fumbling over words like a naïve little virgin, even if that was what I was?

I took him in my hand instead.

His skin there was surprisingly soft. I ran my fingers up and down the length of him, even loving even the vein that protruded out his skin. And when he let out a low groan, I looked at him, startled.

His eyes were dark and hungry. “Keep going,” he said.

I nodded and wrapped my hand around him again. He was thick. So thick, my fingers barely met around him. I wondered how he would fit inside me, but that was a problem for another day.

Today, I wanted to see him lose control because of my touch.

I moved my hand up and down, and Mason leaned his head back against the couch, eyes closed. “God, Livie. You’re killing me.”

“Killing you?” I asked in amusement. “I don’t know about that. Driving you crazy, however…”

I trailed off as he let out another groan, and I never realized how sexy that was. To hear the sound the man you love makes while you pleasure him. I was wet again.

“Am I doing this right?” I asked.

Mason grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me close. The pain on my scalp made my eyes burn, but it didn’t detract from the burning pleasure inside me. No, instead, it was like adding gasoline to fire and waiting for the explosion.

“Harder, baby. Squeeze me a little harder.”

I did as he asked and was rewarded when he pulled my hair a little harder.

“Like this?” I asked.

“Yes, baby. Like that. I’m going to come.”

“Good. I want you to come for me, Mason. I want to watch you.”

I moved my thumb up to the tip of him, finding small droplets of pre-cum there. I swiped them with my other thumb and watched him watch me as I brought that thumb up to my mouth and sucked his taste off.

That was his undoing. With a shout, he came all over himself and me, and I kept watching, utterly and completely captivated by the sight of Mason losing control because of me.

Mason pulled me into his lap when he was done, and he kissed me hard.

He kissed me like he thought this might be our last kiss, kissed me like he couldn’t believe I was real, and kissed me like he didn’t ever want to let me go.

And I had a thought then.

One that should scare me but didn’t.

One I shouldn’t be having about a man like Mason Kade.

I wanted to be kept by him.

* * *

By the timeI got home, it was dark.

I got out of the car with a smile on my face. I looked around the dark neighborhood, and the sign out front caught my eye. The For Sale sign for the Jenkins’ house was still up, and right across the sign, placed diagonally, was a big red SOLD sticker. Someone bought the house.

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