Page 60 of Stolen Moments

My muscles quiver as I mumble, “So close. More.”

“You come when I say.”

Mason spreads my knees wide as he slides a finger deep inside my pussy, curling it towards my front walls, rubbing that magic spot only he’s been able to find. The hot tension inside me grows as I clench around his fingers.

“Now, Emery. Now you can come for me.”

My body obeys, bowing off the counter as the coil constricting my clit snaps and sends a rush of fire through my veins. Warm liquid gushes from my pussy, streaming down my crack. Mason growls in approval, lapping at my tender center as my body trembles from the freefall of the most intense orgasm it has received.

What the fuck was that? Did Ijust…?

I look down to find Mason watching me, his chin glistening with wetness and a satisfied smile on his face. He slowly stands between my legs, still trapped by my jeans, and licks his fingers clean. “I knew you would be able to quench my thirst.”

Yep. I did.

My cheeks flame in embarrassment and his salacious display. I can’t believe he made me squirt. I’ve never done that before. I didn’t even know I could. I throw my head back on the counter, covering my face with my hands.

Mason laughs, grabbing my wrists and bringing my hands over my head. “Open your eyes, Em.”

I shake my head, squeezing my eyes tight.

“Yes. Now.”

My eyes snap open at his command, my traitorous body complying with his every demand. It knows who owns it, even if my brain fights it.

“That was by far the hottest, sexiest fucking thing I have ever experienced. Now that I know I can make you come like that, make you squirt, it will be my mission to do it every time I put my mouth on your sweet-as-fuck pussy.”

Fuck me dead.

“I—”

He shakes his head at me. “I’m not done. Are you going to be a good girl and pay attention?”

I nod, waiting for him to continue.

“Good. Now listen, and listen carefully. After that, there is no way in hell I am ever letting you go. You’re mine now. You hear me?”

My poor invested heart lurches all while screaming,Yes, yes, yes. My stupid brain tries to sound the alarm and raise a red flag. For once, I shut those thoughts down, flip my brain the finger, and listen to my heart.

I want to be Mason’s. I want him to be there for me. I want to be there for him. Even when work pulls us in different directions.I just hope I can fix everything before it all crumbles and he finds out the truth.

Even if my world falls apart, I will always be his. I don’t know when it happened, but somewhere along the way, he claimed my heart. Now, I have no choice but to do everything in my power to make him mine too. And keep him.

“I’m yours,” I answer.

“Damn right, you are.”

Mason pulls off my shoes and drops them to the floor. He peels my jeans off the rest of the way, letting them land next to my boots, then toes off his shoes and rips his shirt over his head.

He stares at my aching wet slit and licks his lips. “I think it’s time for dessert now.”

He snaps open the button of his jeans and pulls down the zipper. He removes his pants and the tight boxer briefs I know he wears in one fell swoop. His big cock springs free, bobbing in the air, hard and pointing straight at me.

I reach for his thick length, but he steps back.

“Nuh-uh. You know the rules.”

I roll my eyes. Always so bossy and in control.

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