Page 27 of Gin and Lava

And why does that patient, adoring look in his eyes make me even more excited?

Slowly, I lift my hips and then pump them back down. I find a rhythm as I start to ride him, taking him harder with each plunge, my hips and ass rolling as I slide down his shaft, again and again. Mason watches me, silently, as I find the pace that makes me gasp and roll my head back in heat. It’s like he’s memorizing every moan I make.

Mason moves his fingers between my legs and starts teasing my clit, and I moan outlandishly before grabbing his hand and pulling it away from where I’m sensitive.

“I’ll come too fast if you do that,” I explain. “Your cock feels way too good for me to come that fast.”

I take both of his hands and slip them under the plunging V-neck of my dress. I’m not wearing a bra underneath, and a whole new cloud of lust shakes through my body as his hands cover my tits. I increase my pace as he thrums my nipples, and the shoulder straps of my dress fall down my arms as I lean into the assault of his hands.

He worships my tiny breasts, and damn, I don’t know what he’s doing to make them so sensitive, but the pleasure raking through my nipples builds through my whole abdomen. I look down at his assault, turned on by the fact that I’m topless from shoulder to waist, and bottomless from ankles to hips. My dress bunches at my midsection, and it’s so hot and raw with Mason under me.

I’m fucking Mason in my truck, and it may be the hottest damn thing I’ve ever done.

I slip my arms out of the straps of my dress and reach up and grab the oh-shit bar next to the window, using it to give myself more leverage. I let loose, thrusting my body up and down his cock.

God, he feels amazing.

“Mason, I need your mouth on my tits,” I demand, grabbing his head and pushing his face between my cleavage. “Bite me, Mason. Bite and suck my nipples until they’re raw.”

His teeth scrape across my flesh and I cry out in wicked pleasure, pumping down on his cock even harder, impaling myself on him with my ravenousness.

He sucks, and gnaws, and bites, and I guide his hands under my skirt so they’re on my ass again. He takes my weight and starts moving me up and down his shaft. I’ve never had sex that’s this intense before. My pussy is stretched and clenching over his length, sucking and stroking him with every plunge.

“Mason,” I gasp. “Touch my clit. But do it so softly, like you’re afraid too much pressure will break it.”

He pulls his hands off my ass and pushes my skirt up so he can see me underneath it.

“Fuck,” he hisses as he watches my cunt swallow him. God, feeling him watch me makes me tremble and pump harder. He admires my hungry pussy for a long time, making me broil, before his fingers find my tiny pearl.

He barely touches my clit, whispering his fingers across the bud and I spasm.

“Yes! Just like that, Mason!”

He sweeps his fingers over my clit again, then again. He bites my nipples, then laves and grazes them, causing my clit and nipples to feel like they’re strung together by the same string he keeps plucking.

I clutch the oh-shit bar and fuck him with all that I’ve got—going all in and giving myself over completely to him. His fingers tease and his mouth sucks, giving one of my tits all his attention, then the other. He’s relentless, plucking and pumping and biting, until I start convulsing.

“Oh, Mason! Oh, God!”

My inner muscles ripple over his cock and I shatter into orgasm—sweating and pumping and increasing my pace, pounding harder and harder against his glorious thickness.

“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck, yes! Oh God, Mason, I love your cock!”

Pleasure turns my words to gibberish. My thighs clench his hips and Mason grabs my ass, dragging me up and down his cock as my orgasm crests. I hear him saying things that are dirty and filthy—about my pussy and my tits—but all my attention is on how blindingly hot this orgasm is.

“Fuck, Naomi! Fuck!” he bellows, and I feel him coming as well, his cock throbbing and spilling into me. His grunts are heathen and naughty, and I don’t have any energy left to finish him off, so he grabs my hips and takes the reins, continuing to drag me up and down his shaft until he’s spilled every last drop inside of me.

I collapse against his chest when we’re both done and bury my face into his shoulder.

We’re slick and sweaty, but he smells amazing, making me nuzzle my face into his neck as I gasp for breath. My whole truck stinks of sex, but the smell of his skin is making me euphoric. I start sucking on his throat like I can’t get enough of him, and he wraps his arms around me and strokes my back as we both come down from our high.

It feels so right—how he holds me, how our breathing starts to match, how he’s still inside me and the buzz of our connection still lingers.

I don’t know how it’s possible, but Mason Haas is the perfect fuck.

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MASON

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