Page 60 of The Ranger Gets His Girl

"Yes, little bird?"

His mouth trailed down the inside of her thigh, and he pressed her legs further apart. His breath tickled her core, making her shiver as he breathed deep of her sweet smelling nectar. His mouth watered for a taste, but he delayed both their pleasure.

"Mason, please."

He grinned. "Say it again, little bird. Beg me."

She gasped, "Master, damn it, please."

That was what he needed to hear. It soothed his soul like nothing else.

His mouth descended over her clit, and she screamed, bucking her hips to meet him. He licked and sucked, alternating until he learned what she liked. His teeth scraped her, and her hands settled on his head. There it was.

His mouth worked its magic on her, her tormented groan begging him to continue. He sucked and added a finger. She was so tight, wet and ready. He teased her folds, coating himself in her wetness. Emboldened by her panting moans, he added another finger.

She bore down on his hand, and he sucked on her clit. Like a tidal wave, her back arched as she came. Her entire body vibrated and jerked before melting into the bed. She writhed around him, clenching his fingers as she shook. Even with her thighs locked tight against his head, he heard her scream.

Raw, wild need shot through him, making his dick achingly heavy. He wanted—no, he needed—to feel her orgasm on his cock.

Her hands tugged on his hair, and he slowed his mouth, licking the nectar that ran down his hand and pulling his fingers out against the faint aftershocks that squeezed him. Small kisses trailed along her inner thighs, and he pushed them wide to hang over the side of the bed.

He kissed his way up her stomach and rested his elbows on either side of her body, caging her in. He licked first one nipple, then the other. Small nipples hard as pebbles, he felt a thrill as her back arched once more. Her breasts were heavy in his hand, filling first one, then the other as he tweaked the nipples and learned what made her gasp.

"God, Lucy, you taste divine. I can't wait to thrust inside you and see these tits bounce. You're a goddess, and I want to destroy you in the wickedest way possible."

"Oh fuck, master, yes. God yes," she panted, her hands sliding up his biceps and gripping his hair once more. She tugged, and he trailed kisses up her neck to seize her lips.

With one hand, he lined up with her dripping slit. He teased her folds, coating himself in her wetness as she arched her back, trying to get him closer.

He teased them both, over and over, just sliding the tip across her clit and down again. Never penetrating.

She broke the kiss with a gasp and demanded, "Damn it, master. If you don't—"

Then thrust, parting her with one bold, deep stroke that had her screaming his name.

He groaned, closing his eyes against the overwhelming feeling of being fully sheathed inside her. It was like a dive off a cliff into the cold ocean below. It jolted his system, paralyzing him with shock on how good it felt.

Except it wasn't cold.

This was hot, hotter than hell. But if this was what hell felt like, he never wanted to leave.

She squeezed and pulsed around him with the aftershocks of her previous orgasm, making him groan. The need to move, to ride her, to claim her filled him until he could do nothing else.

He pulled out almost to the tip, then plunged deep, the slick channel gripping his throbbing cock. Everything else faded away, and it was only the two of them and their need to be together.

He set a relentless pace, taking her with a pounding need and driving hunger. Together they ran to the cliff's edge, the tension building. Her legs quivered, and he hooked her knees over his forearms. She was gripping his biceps, arching her back and taking him deeper.

Her head began to thrash, and he was so close. He bit his tongue, trying to hold back. Yet he still wanted to torture them both.

He ground out, "Touch yourself, Luce. Show me what you like. Let me feel you come around this dick, sunshine."

Her hand eased between them to her clit. At the first touch combined with the pressure of his hips, he felt her orgasm hit full force. She screamed with a bone-tingling orgasm that reverberated through every cell in his body.

He fought his own release, trying to savor the feel of her spasming around him. It caught him like a gale force wind, and he blew into her like a hurricane. He melted into her heat, his blood pumping hot and body tense as he spilled inside. It was the most violent and virile orgasm he'd ever had, and it left him gasping at the intensity of it all.

He stayed inside, letting her body milk him even as his arms shook. Then he eased her legs off his arms and slipped out. He fell on the bed beside her, panting, spent shaft still twitching.

She reached out a hand and linked their fingers together. He leaned back, other arm under his head as his breathing slowed. Peace settled over him and slumber called. Perhaps showing Lucy how much he wanted her wouldn't be such a bad thing. His half-lidded eyes slid closed as he breathed her name.

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