Page 53 of Chief's Addiction

“Look at me,” he demanded, positioning himself at my entrance. “I want to see your face when I fill you up.”

I locked eyes with him as he pushed forward.

He was so big. I was so full. Gasping, I clutched at his shoulders.

When he was fully seated, he paused, giving me time to adjust.

“So fucking tight,” he groaned, his arms trembling from the effort of holding back.

“Move,” I urged, digging my heels into his lower back. “Please, Mason, I need?—”

Pulling back his hips, he cut me off with a deep thrust that had us both moaning.

“You feel that, baby?” His voice was rough as he held my gaze. “Feel how perfect we fit together? Your pussy was made for me.”

God, I loved it when he talked dirty while we made love. Another rush of heat blazed through me.

“Yes,” I gasped, meeting each of his thrusts with a roll of my hips. “Only for you.”

His pace increased, and the sound of our skin slapping together filled the room. I could feel the pressure building again as another climax rapidly approached.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his rhythm becoming more erratic as his own release neared. “Come for me again, Cora. Let me feel your tight little pussy squeeze my cock.”

He thrust harder. Once, twice, and again until I was sent soaring over the edge, shattering into a million pieces.

“Fuck,” Mason hissed, burying himself deep.

I don’t know how long we lay tangled together, our hearts racing and bodies slick with sweat. Mason’s weight was heavy on top of me, but I didn’t care. I loved the feel of being pinned beneath him.

When his cock slipped free, he rolled to the side, pulling me with him. “So,” he said finally, a teasing lilt in his voice. “Shade and your aunt, huh?”

I laughed, burying my face in his neck to hide my blush. “Oh, god, Mason! Don’t remind me. It was traumatizing.”

His chest shook as he laughed. “The old man’s been alone a long time. Good for him.”

“I guess,” I conceded, tracing patterns on his abs with my fingertips. “It’s just weird to think of them... you know.”

“What? Fucking?” he said bluntly, grinning when I smacked his chest.

“You’re terrible,” I complained, though I couldn’t keep the smile from my face.

“And you love it,” he countered, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

Lying there in his arms, feeling light and happy, I knew for sure that I was in love with him.

“We should probably get cleaned up before Beckett gets home,” I said reluctantly, making no move to leave his arms.

Mason tightened his hold on me. “Five more minutes,” he murmured, burying his face in my hair. “Then shower. Together. To save water.”

I laughed softly, settling back against him. “Of course. For conservation purposes only.”

“Exactly,” he agreed, though his eyes were dancing with mischief.

Five minutes turned into twenty, and our “water-saving” shower ended up using far more than if we’d showered separately.

And I didn’t regret a single moment.

Chapter 13

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