Page 106 of Wildest Dreams

Sweetest fucking girl.

After a good five seconds of fully inhaling her neck, I prop myself back up on one of my elbows and stare down at her, my eyes on fire.

I bracket her chin in my palm and press a rough kiss to her perfect lips.

My voice is low and rumbling when I finally pull away.

“Are you tryna work out if I prefer you calling me Mason or Tanner?” I ask her, downright in love with how nervous this conversation is making her. I don’t know why she’s so shy about saying my first name but it makes me breathe out a laugh as I slip my hand around her neck. “You can call me whatever you want, baby. Mason, Tanner – boyfriend also works.”

She rolls her eyes and laughs before covering her blushing face with her hands. I’m grinning so hard that my cheeks are aching.

Then I grab her left hand and straight up suck her ring finger into my mouth.

Aisling gasps as I release her finger with apop,pressing another stubble-coated kiss over where a big fat diamond needs to be.

She fans her face with her other hand before pulling me back down and letting me slow-kiss her.

She moans into my mouth when I get both of my hands around her butt cheeks, and I groan against her lips as I start palming them hard and firm.

“Missed your little ass,” I murmur, and Aisling gasps quietly against my throat. She rubs the warm centre of her panties up against my flexing abdomen and I groan harder, delivering a firm spank.

She makes a little hissing sound and my cock instantly hardens as she tries to weakly keep her arms around my shoulders.

“Shit,” I murmur, moving my mouth back to hers and slipping my tongue inside so that I can stroke her hungrily.

Warm fingers grip me over my sweatpants, and I grunt quietly.

“Not tonight,” I choke out, swallowing hard.

But Aisling rolls over onto her stomach, spreads her legs for me, and moans.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I rasp, nuzzling my face in her beautiful hair, gripping my fingers around her hips, and thrusting against her as if we’re naked. “No condoms,” I manage to choke out as she turns her face around so that I can kiss her jaw. My temples pound as I rasp, “I didn’t bring any fucking condoms.”

She nods in understanding and rolls over so that she’s on her back again, and then we’re kissing like we’re back in Carter Ridge, two love-struck freshmen who can’t keep their hands off each other.

“Say my name,” I murmur as I prop my elbows on either side of her face, my shoulders bunching taut as I rub my hips purposefully between her thighs.

She looks up at me with those sparkling eyes, hands gripping as tight as they can around my biceps as I thrust her harder against the sheets.

“Tanner,” she whispers, but she knows that isn’t what I mean.

I huff out a laugh as I rub my cock against her faster.

“Other one,” I grunt, removing one of my fists from above her head so that I can grab the back of her knee and shove it up over my shoulder.

“Oh my God!” she whimpers, squeezing her eyes shut as I wrap my forearm beneath her body, holding her against me as close as possible.

“Say it,” I rasp, as she pants against my shoulder.

I pull back and stare down at her, my eyes burning as I wait for her to say it. But then we’re laughing and groaning and I’m nudging her nose with mine before we kiss, the pace of my hips never relenting.

“Mason,” she whispers and I release the deepest groan, rubbing my forehead against hers before slipping my hand between our bodies.

“Fuck, that’s it,” I murmur, “I fucking love hearing you say my name.”

I push her panties an inch down her thighs and shove two digits against her little nub, sliding my tongue inside her mouth as her legs clench tight around my waist. Her brow arches high, telling me that she’s there.

I rub her hard and fast, chest pumping as she moans against my throat, and when she finally falls back against the sheets I’m a grunting fucking mess, so close to my own release that I’m goddamn dizzy as I shove down my sweatpants.

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