Page 140 of The Young & the Sinner

Olivia

I followedMason inside his apartment and blushed about ten shades of red when I walked past the kitchen island, memories of what we did the last time I was here coming back to me in full force.

I tried to forget about what I heard at the bar: Gage’s warning to Mason. I tried to just enjoy being here with him, yet the thoughts persisted.

I knew things could have been worse. Both of his friends weren’t outright rude to me, and I could even consider some of the moments at the bar to have gone well. But still, it hurt to hear Gage voicing all of my concerns out loud. I didn’t stay and listen in on all of them. I walked to the bar once I heard Gage discussing my age and Max’s protectiveness. I went to Logan and asked if he could order me another Coke, even though I didn’t want one.

I had been thinking about nothing other than Logan and Mason’s conversation the entire night. My insecurities came out, and I wondered whether it would be the very thing to end Mason and me. If Mason listened, he could decide one day that this relationship was more trouble than it was worth.

I shook out of my somber thoughts when Mason led me over to the couch and held me tightly in his arms.

We made out like teenagers first, and it was a bittersweet reminder that I was still a teenager, but I didn’t feel like one with Mason. I felt like a woman in possession of her own sexuality. I pulled on his shirt until it was off and on the floor. I moved back to take him in.

God, he was beautiful.

His pecs were hard and smattered with dark hair, and his nipples were a soft brown color I wanted to explore with my tongue. I ran my hands up and down his abs, loving the way the muscles clenched from my touch, and when I moved forward and placed a small kiss on his chest, right where his heart was, he let out a stuttering breath. He wrapped his strong arms around me, holding me close for one, two, three brief seconds, before letting go and pushing me back until I laid on the couch and he was hovering above me.

He grabbed the hem of my shirt, rolling it up until the fabric was scrunched up to my collarbones, before unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them off of me, leaving me exposed, save for the tiny piece of scrap that was my underwear.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful. Do you know that?”

I smiled and nodded. If I was beautiful, it was because of the way he looked at me.

He moved his hand down to my panties and pushed them to the side, exposing my drenched pussy lips to his gaze. He moved his thumbs softly in a small circle over my opening, and I arched my back, wanting more of him.

“Mason, please,” I pleaded. I needed more.

“Shh, I got you,” he said as he entered two fingers inside of me. I automatically clenched around him, and Mason let out a small groan. “You want this rough, don’t you?”

Perhaps I did.

I didn’t think I was one of those girls who liked it rough, but I did with Mason.

I clenched around him even more, feeling myself getting more aroused, just from his words.

I watched him as he moved his finger in and out of me, a slow, soft and torturous pace at first, before picking up momentum. Soon, I could hear the slick sound my pussy made each time he entered me, and I arched my back, moving my hips along the movements he set.

I could come just like this.

My toes curled from the pleasure, and Mason quickened his pace. The friction was almost too much to bear, and I could feel my arousal leaking out of my pussy and down to the inside of my thigh.

“Mason!” I shouted, when his movement grew more forceful. I grabbed his wrist and tried to stop him, or at the very least, slow him down, but he didn’t cease his movements, and my fingernails dug into his skin there.

“This cunt is mine,” he said, his voice gruff and his eyes dark. “It’s mine to please, mine to love, and mine use. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

I nodded, and more wetness gushes out of me from his words. The slippery sound of it every time Mason moved back inside of me was my undoing.

I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

I came on a loud shout, and Mason watched me, his mouth open in a low pant, as if he was getting worked up just from the sight of me alone.

He pulled his fingers out and I sucked in a sharp breath, still to damn sensitive there.

And sure enough, when I moved my eyes to his pants, I could see his cock tenting. I licked my suddenly dry lips, and without taking my eyes off of him, I moved my hands down to his belt and undid it.

He didn’t say anything as I worked to rid him of his pants. I pushed them down, along with his boxer briefs, far enough that his cock sprang free, hard and angry looking.

I had never seen another man’s cock before. Not even in videos. I knew Lizzie sometimes watched porn, but I was always a little gun-shy about looking it up.

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