Page 83 of Mr. Almost

I shrug. “Depends on who you’re asking.”

“That’s it,” he growls.

Before I know it, I’m on my back with both of my hands pinned above my head.

“You’re asking for it.”

“For what?” I whimper.

“This.”

Then he presses against me, and I lose all train of thought.

MASON

Her pussy is like a furnace. I can feel the heat through all of the layers separating us. I meant this to be a little tease for her, but it seems I’m only torturing myself too.

“Mason,” she moans, arching up into me.

I wasn’t planning to have sex with her tonight. I only wanted to wine and dine her. I wanted to show her that I could do romance. That for her, I would go to any length.

Yet here we are. I’m not sure I’m strong enough to deny her. Not when I know she is not only sober, but in her right mind.

“Fuck, Livvy. I’ve dreamed of this,” I admit.

“Of dry humping in your house?” She quirks an eyebrow.

Leaning down, I bite her neck, making her squeak. “Watch that mouth or I will edge the fuck out of you until you’re a crying mess.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” she says.

I pull back, looking into her eyes. “Do you want to test me?”

Her eyes widen, and she shakes her head at whatever she sees in my eyes.

“That’s right. Now be a good girl and grind on my cock. I want a little taste of what’s to come.”

I expected more lip from her, but instead she gets this calculating look in her eye. She thinks she’s a sly one, but I’m already clued into her game. She’s going to try and make me come in my pants. I’ll let her give it her best shot. She forgets that with the way I have her pinned under me, I hold all the control.

She starts off slow, grinding against me as I grind down on her. It feels phenomenal. With it feeling this good now, I know it will be a million times better once I’m inside of her.

Over the years, I wondered if I made up the chemistry between us. If the sex really was as good as I remembered.

I have a feeling it’s even better, which is saying a lot.

Switching her hands from both of mine to one, I run my hand down her neck until I’m pulling her dress up over her breasts. Her breathing is coming heavier as I keep the steady pace grinding against her pussy. She’s needy. I bet if I put my hands in her panties, she would be wet as hell.

Pulling her bra down beneath her breasts, I lean down, licking her nipple. Then I suck it into my mouth, rolling it between my teeth.

She is on edge now, her own movements becoming less regular.

Then I pin her down, not allowing her to move a bit.

She struggles against me, but she can’t move as I keep sucking on her nipple.

“Mason, please. I was so close. Please.”

I don’t respond to her, instead, I switch over to the other tit, giving it the same treatment.

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