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“Shhh.” She placed a finger over his mouth. “Let me.”

This time it was she who got onto the floor and used her tongue to go back and retrace the path of her fingers. Her hands found the button on his pants. Looking up into those dark, fathomless black eyes, she undid the button and pulled the zipper down. He lifted his hips and watched as she tugged his jeans and boxers down, freeing him, and his eyes went wild with lust.

He was bigger than she thought he’d be, maybe because he wasn’t the massive giant his brothers were at over six-three, but that wasn’t the case. Mason wasn’t just long, he was thick. Swollen and a little angry-looking at the moment, but then if she’d been cock blocked for months, she might be too.

He’d suffered countless nights of hand jobs and blue balls because he gave her the time she needed to heal and to get over Ray. He always put her first. Even tonight, his goal had been to show her he didn’t care about her scars, and while showing them to him still unnerved her, she’d do it. But she’d do this too.

He’d been patient and loving.

Now it was his turn to sit and let her show him how much she loved him.

Jo reached for him, and Mason’s eyes closed. She smiled, remembering how he’d demanded she look at him, but she let him by with this. She’d already seen how much she affected him, and that was enough.

Satin, that was what he felt like when she took him in her hands. He muttered something so low she couldn’t make it out. She stroked him, and he hissed. His legs shook. His balls were heavy with need and swayed when she glided back up his cock.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

She blew on the very tip of his cock, and he groaned. “Jo…you don’t have to…”

“Shh.” It was her turn to shush him. “Let me. I want to.”

Ray had liked a blow job as much as any other guy, but it had never been her favorite thing to do. She didn’t instigate them and did her best to distract Ray when he’d wanted one.

With Mason, it was different. She wanted to do this for him. To know he trusted her with the most vulnerable part of himself.

Her thumb glided over the head of his cock, smearing the precum. His head tipped back and fists clenched while he dragged air into his lungs like an asthma patient.

Jo dipped her head and took him in her mouth. Mason nearly bucked her off. She placed both hands on his thighs for balance as she took him deep into the back of her throat. She had no gag reflex, so it was usually easy to do, but Mason was bigger than Ray had been.

“Holy fuck,” he ground out when she managed to swallow him and hold him for a few seconds. When she pulled her head back, she used her teeth to scrape along the sensitive skin.

“Do that again.”

She laughed around his cock, and he moaned. “Dothatagain.”

She did, but then she started to glide her lips up and down over his cock, stretching her mouth wide until she came to the very tip. She let him slip out of her mouth and blew across it, sending a wave of shivers through him. This time when she took him back between her lips, she sucked on the head and swirled her tongue over it, teasing.

Mason started cussing.

His hands fisted in her hair, and she pulled back, this time to kiss her way up the back side of his cock and then down. She sucked one of his balls into her mouth and bit down on it while she gently massaged the other. She bit with enough force to make it hurt just a little, knowing the opposite sensation of gentleness from her fingers would drive him wild.

He bucked up again, nearly making her fall. Had his hands not been in her hair, she would have fallen.

“No more,” he hissed and pulled her up on his lap. His mouth slammed onto hers, and he kissed her hard, his teeth bruising as they ate at her lips. One of his hands slipped down the front of her pants and parted her, his finger finding her clit and rubbing.

“Fuck, you’re wet, baby.”

“I’ve been wet since you started this whole ‘trust me’ thing,” she told him honestly. “I do trust you, Mason. More than anyone.”

“Then let me see you.” His entire tone changed, his accent so thick it was hard to understand his words.

She reached for her shirt and yanked it off, her blue bra catching his attention. She undid the hooks in the back and let it fall.

“Prekrasnyy.” His hands cupped her breasts and squeezed. “Moya krasivaya devushka.”

She kissed him, slow and soft. She put every ounce of love she had in that kiss, and he flipped them, so she was lying on the couch and he was on top of her.

“Tell me now,moye dragotsennyy, do you want to stop?”

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