“Mase—don’t—tease me.” It’s a struggle to get my words out.
His eyes flash to mine in the mirror. Using both hands, he slowly and—dammit—teasingly rolls my thong over the curve of my ass, the material releasing from my aching center with a pop it’s so wet, down my legs to rest on top of my jeans.
Then his tattooed arm hooks back around my body, the black tribal ink and olive skin a stark contrast to my pale milky complexion, anchoring himself once again with his hand possessing my right tit, and without warning, he thrusts two fingers inside me. I cry out from the intrusion, not in pain—I’m far too wet for that—but from the unexpected pleasure. I’m two seconds away from coming, and he’s barely started.
His fingers curve in that way that finds the sweet spot inside me and I’m coming, all over his hand, my cries of pleasure bouncing back to me off the walls.
He continues to work me over until I’m coming a second time. My body might be ready for an orgasm coma, but Mase is clearly just beginning if the way he’s undoing his own jeans is any indication. When his hands release me to undo his pants, my body sags against the counter, the hard granite digging into my belly.
His firm length nestles in the cleft of my ass then he’s pushing it through my wetness, coating himself with my juices.
He lines himself up with my entrance but doesn’t push farther. “Watch,” he commands, his breath brushing the shell of my ear, waiting for me to lift my head from where it’s resting on my fisted hands.
Once my dazed eyes lock onto his blazing green ones in the mirror, he grips my hips, and in one powerful thrust—the possibility of which a true testament to how wet I really am—he seats himself inside me to the hilt, his balls pressing against my thighs, each of us groaning in unison.
We both still for a moment as he lets my body adjust to his size. Once he’s sure I’m ready, he starts to piston in and out, and I send a silent prayer of thanks to the inventor of the birth control pill for allowing me to experience each drive without the barrier of latex.
Mase snakes his left arm between my bent elbows to find purchase on my chest once again, his right looping around my hip to press on my clit. He’s over me, covering as much of me as physically possible in this position, and the simultaneous attack on my major erogenous zones is almost more than my body can handle.
“Watch, baby.” His command comes after my eyes start to drift closed again. “Watch me take you. See how good we are together.”
His words have as much of an effect on my body as his touch.
“I love fucking you this way. The way your ass presses against me and the way your back arches is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” His words are more growl than speech. “But as much as I like it, I don’t get to see your beautiful face when you lose it.”
His fingers stretch up to graze the underside of my jaw, the affectionate move a contradiction to the animalistic way he’s claiming me.
“Now I’m kicking myself for not thinking about fucking you in front of a mirror sooner. Best of both worlds, baby.”
Another orgasm rips through me as he continues to play me with both his body and his words. After our time apart, I’m not sure how much more I’ll be able to take before actually passing out from pleasure.
“And, god, the way you look in your reflection, your mouthwatering tits squeezed together resting on the counter, as if served up on a platter for me, your arms pinned by your top while you’re bent over for me to take…hottest. Thing. Ever.” He punctuates the last three words by pulling out to the tip and slamming back home each time.
“Mase…I can’t.” I struggle to put together a sentence under the onslaught of pleasure.
“I know, baby.” He places a kiss to the side of my neck, leaving his mouth there as he speaks, the words rumbling through me. “Let go for me one more time. I’ve got you.”
The stimulation on my clit is almost too much to take, but the countertop is keeping his hand trapped against it, his nimble fingers continue their teasing pattern. There’s no way to stop what’s coming, and honestly I’m not sure I want to.
“Come on, baby. Let go. Come all over my cock. I’ve got you.”
His words serve as the catalyst for the biggest, most epic orgasm of my life. I feel him release inside me and we ride out our pleasure together.
He’s careful to brace himself with his elbows on the counter to keep from crushing me as we catch our breath.
Able to read how absolutely wrecked I am, he scoops me up into his arms and carries me to the king-sized bed in the middle of our room.
In my daze, I’m mildly aware of him removing my boots and stripping my clothes the rest of the way off my body before doing the same with his own. He lifts me like I weigh no more than a feather and arranges us in the center of the mattress, pulling the covers around us and spooning his body around mine.
His whispered “I love you” is the last thing I’m conscious of before sleep claims me.
#Chapter35
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*screenshot of a picture of a UK basketball player and his girlfriend with the image of Kay wrapped in Mason’s arms circled in the background*
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