Page 24 of Gin and Lava

“Yes,” I whimper, my lips dragging against his neck. “Please. God, you have no idea how badly I need to be fucked, and fucked well.”

“Have all the assholes you’ve been with left you so unsatisfied, Princess?” he asks, his voice a taunt and a promise at the same time. “Cause that’s a damn sin.”

“Tell me about it,” I pant, digging my fingers into his chest, and pumping my hips to remind him that he, too, hasn’t satisfied me yet.

“Well, I may be an asshole,” Mason says. “But I sure don’t want to bethatkind of asshole.”

Mason’s fingers graze across the seam of my sex, making my pussy spasm.

“Is this where you want me to touch you, dirty girl?”

“Yes. Oh, please yes!”

Mason smiles against my ear and plows his fingers through my swollen lips. I drop my head to his neck, whimpering.

“Damn, how are you already this wet, Princess?”

“I haven’t orgasmed in months,” I admit. “All those assholes and that unsatisfied shit.” I’m feverish. My thighs are trembling at how his fingers open and tease and slash through my lower lips. “Fuck,” I huff out, letting go of all my inhibitions. “I’m so damn thirsty for your cock, I’m going crazy, Mason!”

I moan at my own brazenness, and I swear I just made myself even wetter by saying that.

“Dirrrrrty,” he growls in my ear, pulling me down into a kiss as he slips a finger inside me. I cry out as his finger hooks and pumps, turning me red hot and delirious. “It sounds like someone needs to come.”

Mason slides his thumb over my clit and I see stars.

“Oh, Mason! Oh please—!”

“You will,” he whispers, slipping a second finger inside me that turns me liquid. “But first, I want you to tell me every dirty way you need me to touch you, until I feel you coming on my hand.”

I pull back and look at him slack jawed. Mason’s naughty smile sneaks across his mouth.

“Trust me,” he says, “you’re going to come harder if you tell me what feels good. I’m not a mind reader, and I don’t know your body yet.”

“You want me to—?”

“Give me direction, Princess.” He nods. “Then, I’ll give you my cock.”

I whimper at how hot that sounds, even though I’m terrified. I’ve never told a man what I wanted, or what felt good. I always did what he wanted.

“How about you start,” I deflect. “Tell me what gets you—?”

“No no, dirty girl,” Mason snickers. “Youtell me how many fingers you want inside you, and then I finger fuck you until you’re screaming. That’s how this works.”

My sex clenches around his pumping fingers.

“I—” I bite my lip as he works me softly, deliberately not giving me what I want. “Three,” I say harshly. “I want three. And that thing you did with your thumb was incredible.”

“Much better, Princess,” he praises, slipping a third finger inside me and making me whimper at how good it feels.

“Fuck me hard,” I say, surprising myself. I’m already pumping my hips against his hand to take his fingers deeper. “I’m not delicate.”

“No, you’re not.” Mason’s fingers increase their pace and he kisses me, matching the assault from his fingers with his tongue. My body gyrates as my pelvis pumps against his fingers until we find a wicked rhythm. “Damn,” he compliments. “You’re already riding my hand like there’s no tomorrow; I can’t imagine how savage you’ll be on my cock.”

“Make me come and you’ll find out,” I taunt.

“With pleasure.”

Mason strokes my clit as I ride his fingers. He keeps ringing my sensitive bud, again and again and again, until I’m seeing stars and cursing. My pussy twists tight, pressure mounting, and I’m directing him to find that spot deep inside me, when—

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