Page 167 of The Young & the Sinner

I smiled against his skin, leaning down to kiss the soft skin there. “You’re cooking?”

“Yeah. How does spaghetti sound?”

I let out a sigh. “Heavenly.”

As if on cue, my stomach grumbled. Mason laughed and pulled me off of him. His cock slid out of me, and I held back a shiver, still sensitive. And when we looked down and found his come leaking out of me, Mason groaned while I blushed.

He rubbed his fingers in circles around my pussy, and I let out stuttering breath. God, that felt good.

“I love seeing my come on you.”

“That’s because you’re too possessive,” I said playfully.

“Oh, baby. Trust me, when it comes to you, there’s no such thing as being too possessive. How do you feel?” he asked, as he inserted in two fingers inside of me. I automatically clenched around him.

He moved a little, and I could feel myself getting wet again. I looked up and met his eyes, eyes that were gleaming wickedly, right before he pulled out of me and climbed off the bed.

“Hey,” I protested.

He shot me a playful smile. “Later. Let me feed you first.”

“But I’m not hungry for food.”

“Yeah, I think your grumbling stomach says differently.”

“Well, my stomach is a pussy-blocker. We shouldn’t listen to it.”

Mason threw his head back and laughed. And even though I was disgruntled over the loss of an orgasm, I couldn’t help but smile. I love it every time I made him laugh, mostly because he didn’t do it often.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you,” he said, a dark smile on his face. I watched him walk away from me and toward the bathroom, loving the full view of his delectable ass.

He was beautiful, and I thoroughly enjoyed the sight.

When he came back with a washcloth in hand, I knew what he wanted me to do. So I laid back down and spread my legs. He crawled in between them and sat on his haunches, wiping the damp cloth over the tender flesh between my legs.

“You know I can clean myself,” I mumbled, my cheeks tight with both embarrassment and arousal. I didn’t think I could ever get used to this kind of aftercare.

“Yes, I know you could. But I like taking care of you, so humor me why don’t you.”

“Well, considering what you’re doing right now, I’d say I am.”

He chuckled. “Yes. “

After he was done, he threw the cloth on the floor and climbed off the bed. I watched as he pulled on black sweatpants from the dresser before turning to me, shirtless. My eyes devoured all his muscles on display. Mason wasn’t just big, he was muscular. And I couldn’t get enough.

“Don’t look at me like that, baby.”

“Like what?” I asked innocently.

His eyes were once again dark with hunger as he took in every square inch of my naked body, a small half-smile forming on his face.

“Come downstairs when you’re ready. I’ll get started on our meal.”

I bit my lip and nodded. He leaned down and kissed me once more, and I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him close and prolonging the kiss.

Mason was the first to pull away. “Later,” he promised.

“I’ll hold you up to that,” I said, my voice breathless.

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