Page 125 of Gin and Lava

“Oh—!” I whimper, spread wickedly in front of his mouth.

Mason pauses to observe and admire my slickness, flooding my body with warmth. And just as I think I’ll burst into flames, Mason leans forward and flicks his tongue along my enflamed seam.

“Oh God! Mason!”

He lashes me so delicately, licking my frosted flesh, slowly plying me open as he searches for the bead of nerves beneath it.

“How do you know exactly what my body wants?” I croon, the muscles in my belly tightening. He teases, feathering his tongue between my folds and making me ache for more pressure. “Harder,” I whisper. “Please. I need to feel you everywhere.”

Mason flattens his tongue, pressing against my clit in a flat wide motion that’s pure sin.

My hips roll, finding a rhythm against the wide, lavish dance of his tongue. This isn’t wild, like when we’ve fucked before—it’s tender instead. It’s the push and pull of the ocean, loaded like that kiss when we talked about my brand. It’s hot, and filling my chest with a balloon of emotion I don’t want to look at.

“Harder, Mason! Please—!”

His hands palm my ass and he covers my sex fully, his tongue driving between my folds, his teeth raking over my flesh, his assault pulsing wickedness through my abdomen.

“Yes! Oh—!” My inner muscles tighten deliciously as his tongue starts to fuck, pumping into my pussy and making me unravel. My head rolls back against the shed. Moans escaping my throat, wild moans that are loud enough to be heard on the other side of the fence.

But I don’t care, because Mason is thorough. The whole world fades into the sun and heat, into him licking me from sex to clit, sucking on my sensitive lower lips before once again plowing his tongue between them and fucking me ragged.

“Please don’t stop!” I croon. “I love how you worship me. Oh God, I love how—”

My voice drops out and I can’t speak.

He eats me so raw my entire lower half is erupting. I don’t have room for conscious thought. All there is is Mason’s tongue, and the broil between my legs, and the exceptional roughness of his mouth devouring my cunt.

It’s naughty.

And lewd.

And I’m moaning so loud I don’t care that we’re barely hidden.

My hands clutch Mason’s hair, my pussy about to unravel against his face. Oh God, I need this. I’m addicted to how he burns me from the inside out. Mason clutches my thigh, and he feels perfectly solid beneath me. Like I’m safe. Like he has me. Like I can let go and not have a care in the world.

Pressure tightens my core. My inner muscles clench against his tongue.

“Mason,” I moan. “Mason, I’m going to come!”

I lift my hips from the wall of the shed and pump my pelvis against his face. It’s so heathen and on fire, it causes pleasure to ripple through my sex.

“Oh fuck, you make me insane!”

Mason growls, raking his teeth across my swollen folds and turning me to liquid gold.

“Yes! Please! Right there!” I gasp. Mason’s hands clutch my ass, and I meet his rhythm, fucking his tongue. I’m dragging myself against his face, hedonistically, as the pleasure tightens inside my cunt.

I open my eyes, my hands clutching Mason’s hair so tight. Delirium spreads through me as I look past the bleat of the sun to the fence—

To the gate—

It isn’t open, but there’s a tiny slice of space that’s ajar, just enough for me to see—

Eyeslook through the small opening in the gate!

Someone is watching us!

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