Page 52 of Chief's Addiction

He had no idea how okay I was with that.

“I think you need to take me to bed, honey.” I pressed my lips to his and ground my center against the bulge in his jeans.

My man didn’t need to be told twice. He carried me down the hallway to his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us.

When he set me on my feet beside the bed, his hands immediately went to the hem of my shirt. “Let me see you.”

I raised my arms, and he lifted the material up and over my head, tossing it aside. His eyes were blazing as they roamed over my lace-covered breasts. He lifted his hand and traced the edge of my bra with his fingers.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, reaching behind me to unhook the clasp.

As the material fell away, he cupped my breasts in his large hands. I shivered at his touch, wet pooling between my thighs.

“Mason,” I breathed, reaching for the hem of his t-shirt. I needed to feel his skin against mine.

He helped me to pull his shirt off, revealing the dark ink that decorated his muscular chest and arms. He was the one who was beautiful. Tracing the intricate designs with my fingertips, I marveled at the way his muscles jumped beneath my touch.

His hands moved to the button of my shorts, popping it open and slowly sliding down the zipper. “These need to go,” he said, pushing the fabric down my legs.

Yes. They definitely did.

I stepped out of the denim, now wearing only the lacy boyshorts that matched my discarded bra. With a hum deep in his throat, Mason’s hands skimmed up my thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Needing to see him too, I reached for his belt, but he caught my wrists gently.

“Not yet,” he said, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. “Let me take care of you first.”

Hands on my hips, he moved me back until my knees hit the edge of the bed. Then gently he pushed me down onto the mattress. I watched, breathless, as he knelt down between my spread legs.

“Been thinking about this all day,” he confessed, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my panties and dragging them slowly off my legs.

I trembled with anticipation as he trailed kisses up the inside of my thigh, his breath hot against my sensitive skin. When his mouth finally closed over my center, I was dripping wet.

“Oh god,” I moaned as his tongue circled my clit before dipping lower and spearing inside me.

His rough hands gripped my thighs firmly to keep my legs from clamping around his head as he explored every inch of me.

The feeling of his stubble against my tender skin and the wet heat of his tongue lapping at my center had me breathing harder. I was so close.

“Mason, please,” I begged, not entirely sure what I was asking for, but positive I needed more.

He seemed to understand, sliding one thick finger inside me while he sucked my clit into his mouth.

“Ah!” I cried out.

He added a second finger, curling them and hitting that spot that sent pleasure sparking through me.

“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged, his voice vibrating against my center. “Give it to me.”

My eyes closed, and fireworks exploded behind my eyelids as the orgasm shot through me like a rocket.

Before I could even catch my breath, Mason was on his feet stripping off his jeans and boxers.

Through slitted eyes, I watched him stroke his massive cock. “I need you.”

Holding my stare, he climbed onto the bed and crawled up my body like a lion hunting his prey until we were face to face. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from my face.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer until I could feel the hard length of him pressing against my pussy. “Please, Mason. I need you inside me,” I whispered, rocking my hips against him.

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