Page 43 of Stolen Moments

The sight sucks the air from my lungs. Mason is perfection personified. His cock is long and thick, and the broad tip makes my mouth water.

The head of his cock bobs, brushing the tops of my breasts, eliciting a groan from the both of us. The contact of his hot, silky skin against mine has me licking my lips. Mason’s large hands cup my breasts over my soft lace bra, lifting them and smearing his precum across my skin.

“One day, Em. One day,” he grunts.

Mental images of him fucking my chest flash before me. “Yes.” I nod, wanting everything from him.

“Lay back.”

My body immediately responds to his demand. My back hits the cool fabric of the sheets without hesitation. Mason toes off his shoes and kicks off his pants before kneeling between my legs. My eyes close as he runs his nose up my center, inhaling my scent over my soaking wet panties.

“You smell so good. I bet you taste even better.” He pulls my panties to the side and flicks his tongue across my swollen, needy clit. “So wet and so sweet,” he mumbles, burying his face between my legs like a man starved, grunting in satisfaction at my taste.

I force my eyes open, watching as Mason kneels before me and licks, nips, swirls, and laps at every inch of my pussy. My muscles quicken as my orgasm builds to a crescendo.

The urge to taste him while he tastes me hits me hard, leading me to yank Mason’s hair and pull his face away from my throbbing center. He looks up at me in confusion.

“Your mouth is magical, but it hardly seems fair that I can’t taste you while you’re tasting me.”

His tongue flicks my clit again. “What do you propose we do to remedy that?”

Without a word, I throw my leg over his head and turn around, letting my head hang off the bed. Wrapping my hands around the back of his neck, I bring his mouth to mine in an upside-down kiss, tasting myself on his lips. He groans into my mouth as I nip his bottom lip before soothing it with my tongue.

“Stand up and put that big, beautiful cock in my mouth.” The words that leave my mouth surprise me.

But that’s what Mason does to me. He makes me feel. There are no other thoughts running through my brain except for him. All that matters is him and me. Right here, right now.

He drops his forehead to mine and closes his eyes. “You’re fucking perfect, you know that?”

“Whatever you say, Mr. Bossy.”

Mason’s head snaps up, and that dark look in his eyes is back. My thighs clench and my pussy weeps for his attention.

With panther-like mobility, Mason stands tall above me. He pulls my panties off and throws them across the room. “Better. Now, my little brat, spread your legs and wrap those pretty lips around my cock.”

My legs and mouth fly open as I latch my hands onto the firm muscles of his ass and pull him forward. Doing exactly what he told me to do, I wrap my lips around his broad tip and flick the tip of his cock with my tongue before taking him deep into my mouth.

“Oh fuck,” he grunts.

Mason’s hands skim over my legs, resting on my inner thighs before spreading me open. His mouth finds the juncture of my thigh and pussy, and he sucks hard. My body bows off the bed, and the head of his cock hits the back of my throat, choking me. The simultaneous mix of pain and pleasure has my core growing wetter and my clit pulsing, begging for his touch.

As if he knows what I need, Mason returns his attention to my aching clit. Of course, this man right here knows how to work me into a frenzy. His tongue swirls and laps at me like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever eaten.

The pressure of my orgasm builds slowly and deep inside me, and I’ll be damned if I come alone. His hips move in unison with mine, snapping forward at a punishing pace, and I love it. I love getting him to lose control for me. I relax my throat and take him deeper, loving the taste of him on my tongue. I lock my arms around his thighs, holding him in place and hollowing my cheeks, sucking him. I swallow around his thick shaft when he reaches the back, and hum. I can feel his glutes flex, and his balls tighten.

“Do that again, and this will be over before it starts,” Mason growls.

I smirk around his cock, and he pulls out of my mouth with a pop.

“Maybe that’s what I want. Make you lose control.”

“I already told you, baby doll. I’m the boss when you’re in my bed,” he states. His breath fans over my sensitive core, making my flesh pimple. “Now, tell me who’s the boss.”

He swiftly swings me around again and drops to his knees before throwing my legs over his shoulders, my heels digging into his back. His stormy eyes find mine, and the sexy smirk on his lips has my stomach tensing. He looks like a predator between my legs, begging me to fight him.

I ignore his request. I’m nowhere ready to admit he’s the boss and he knows it, at least not yet.

He drives two fingers deep inside me, making me cry out. My hips lift off the bed, begging for more.

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