Page 105 of Ronen
“Okay, love,” I agreed, kissing his cheek. “Only once in a while.”
He put his arm around me, as we walked over to the passenger side of Connor’s truck. He had already put the basket in the back, and was waiting in the driver’s seat.
“Mason?”
“Hmmm?” He looked down at me.
“Your parents are watching the baby all night for us.”
“Yeah?”
“And, I had my six weeks check the day before we left.”
He gave me a slow, sexy smile. “Yes, you did.”
Leaning up, I whispered, “Claim me tonight.”
“Are you sore?” Mason asked, nudging my wet hole with the thick head of his cock.
My fingers dug into his shoulder as he pushed inside me, my muscles opening and burning at the stretch. “A little.”
Between getting on a plane the day after my six-week check up, flying with a six-week-old, and meeting my new in-laws, we’d been so exhausted this was our first chance to have sex since getting the all clear.
Mason’s parents insisting they wanted to watch the baby all night for us, to give us a break, had been perfect timing. I might feel more self-conscious but we were on opposite wings of their ranch house. It was a large house, so there was little chance of them hearing us.
Mason slid in another inch, gritting his teeth, the muscles of his arms trembling as he held himself still. “I’ll go slow.”
Thrashing my head across the pillow, I growled, “I don’t want you to go slow. I want you to fuck me like I like it. Hard, fast, and rough. I want you to mark me, and claim me, for the world to see that I’m yours.”
Mason leaned down and kissed me, his large body pushing me into the mattress, as his cock slid all the way home. The burn and stretch were enough to make me hiss, but it was also just what I needed.
Throwing my head back, I arched my back, needing more.
He placed one of my legs around his hip, and I wrapped them both around his waist, tilting my pelvis up.
Mason kissed me hard, our tongues tangling, tasting, until we were both panting, our desire raging.
He flexed his hips, sliding even deeper in me, hitting just the perfect spot inside me. He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back into me.
The mattress bounced with the force of it, the headboard banging against the wall, and I let out a high-pitched moan of pleasure.
Mason’s hand trailed up my chest, tweaked my nipple, then slid up, up, around my throat, squeezing with the perfect amount of pressure.
“Yes,” I hissed, arching further into his touch, “Fuck, yes!”
He thrust hard then, setting a brutal pace, his hand tightening with each thrust, releasing each time he pulled his cock back.
“Touch your cock, baby,” he growled, “make yourself come.”
Grabbing my cock, I stroked in time to his thrusts.
“I’m not gonna last,” I panted, “it’s been too long.”
“Me either,” he gasped, his cock growing even bigger in my ass, stretching me until I was sure I couldn’t stretch any further.
His knot caught on my rim, and I hissed, because as much as I wanted a hard fuck, my body reminded me I had given birth just a few weeks ago.
Still the pain was pleasure, all mixed in together, and I lost myself in Mason.
