Page 26 of Gin and Lava

God, he’s going to split me in half!

“Mason,” I pant. “Mason, I want to take you right now—without a condom. Fuck, I want your huge bare cock inside—”

“I love you dirty,” Mason compliments, “but that’s not happening.” Mason slides his hand between us and moves his cock away from my entrance. I whimper, but I’m glad. I’m too delirious to make good decisions right now. “No glove, no love, sweetheart. I don’t want to get the herp.”

“I don’t have herpes! That was a joke.”

“Yeah, but you can never be too careful,” he says, holding his cock against his stomach and looking up at me seriously.

I can’t help but laugh. How can Mason be charming and funny and hot all at the same time?

“Okay, hold on,” I say, flipping open the armrest between the passenger and driver seats, rummaging through it for a condom. “I can’t promise I have any of those magnum sized condoms.”

“I’m not that big,” he protests.

“My pussy begs to differ.” I pull out a box of condoms.

“Not sure that’s a reliable source,” Mason teases. “I’m not actually inside you yet.”

“True, but I felt you.”

Our eyes connect and the mischievous look on Mason’s face is wicked with promises.

“Tease,” I hiss.

“Trust me, a normal condom is fine.”

“I hope so.” I tear open one of the gold packages and sheath him, stroking him tip to base. “Last chance to tell me you’re too drunk for me to fuck your brains out,” I say, positioning him again.

“I’m never going to say no to a goddess like—”

I push my hips down before he’s even finished his sentence and my mouth drops open at how intensely the first couple inches of Mason feel.

“Oh God, Mason! Your cock is—!” I pump my hips, stretching myself enough to take another thick inch.

“I aim to please,” he says cheekily, clamping his hands on my hips to help support me as I slowly descend to take more of him.

I put my hand over his mouth. “Don’t talk,” I instruct, pushing my fingers into his wet mouth and lowering my hips. “Not while I fuck you.”

“You don’t want me to talk dirty?” he asks, before sucking naughtily on my fingers.

“I just need to feel you,” I say, sinking all the way down to the hilt and whimpering at how full I am. I look up at him, sucking on my fingers and he can see it in my eyes, how gone I already am. I take several deep breaths, just feeling him inside me—so thick and full—it’s a sinful pleasure all on its own.

“You’d get laid so much more than Connor if word got out about how incredible your cock feels,” I say.

“You’ve barely started, Princess.” He smiles. “Just wait till—”

I cover his mouth again and whimper at his meaning. He’s only inside me, we haven’t even started fucking and he already feels so intense.

“If you need to say dirty things, you can,” I say, pulling my fingers from his mouth and bracing myself by grabbing his shoulders. “But I’m not going to hear them, Mason.”

I lift my hips and close my eyes—because fuck—he feels just as intense as I slide my pussy back up his cock.

“Mason! They say size doesn’t matter, but holy shit!” I groan, pushing my hips back down and losing my breath at how devilish he feels.

“Take me as slow or as fast as you need to, Princess,” he says sweetly, and I open my eyes to catch him looking up at me adoringly. “Find whatever pace will drive you wild.”

How the hell is Mason being so perfect right now?

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