Page 177 of The Young & the Sinner

I squirmed, biting my lip to keep from making any more noise.

He kept up with the torment, bringing me to the brink of ecstasy only to pull back at the very last second, leaving me unsatisfied and frustrated.

I clenched my sex around his finger when he entered me, and he moved back up my body, kissing me until I kissed him back, his touches growing in momentum as my cries of pleasure mixed with the slick sound his fingers made as they moved.

I pulled at his clothes and he let me, until he was naked, the hard strain of his erection poking at my belly.

He never broke contact as he entered me in one slow, torturous movement.

I closed my eyes, basking in the exquisite burn while I wrapped my legs around his hips, urging him on. His pace quickened with each gasping breath I took.

He flipped us over so I was on top, and it was his turn to urge me on with both hands on my hips. I set the palms of my hands on his chest as I rode him.

He let me control the pace, and I did so, moving slowly, even when everything in my body told me to move faster, move harder.

The hand that was on my hip moved down to my clit, driving me over the edge.

I came crying out his name, feeling him swell inside me before he lost control.

And even then, Mason urged me to keep moving. It was as if he was afraid to end the moment.

I was the same.

“Don’t let me go, Olivia,” he cried out when I came a second time. “I can’t breathe without you.”

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