Page 56 of Ronen
Mason had been pissed when he’d realized it was me, and that one wrong turn of the bike, one wrong move, and I could have laid it down and gotten seriously hurt.
Not that I feared that would have happened. I knew how to handle my bike.
It was in that instant that everything became crystal clear and I knew exactly what I wanted.
I wanted Mason.
Or at least I was willing to see if Fate had it right, and we might have something between us.
I also realized that I had hurt Mason, deeply, by leaving him that night, without saying a word. Honestly, his feelings hadn’t played into my decisions that night, but I found myself not feeling great that my actions had hurt him.
The man had clearly been avoiding me. The first week of him not showing up at the library I could write off as him being at home, his ankle healing. However, when his books startedshowing up in the after hours return box…it had been like a slap in the face.
Even knowing he was avoiding me, and wasn’t going to talk to me, or come and discuss our…situation, I still hadn’t been sure of what I wanted.
Until now.
“Then take me,” I gasped, my fingers digging into the muscles of his back. “I’m yours.”
His eyes widened at my words, his pupils dilating with lust.
His mouth crushed mine in a kiss that left both of us panting for air.
He spun me, my hands splayed against the smooth wood of the barn stall. This one was empty of any animals. It appeared to be storage for extra hay or straw–I didn’t know the difference between the two–the bales stacked high.
Mason slid my jacket from my shoulders, tossing the leather over the half stall door next to me, before working at the snap of my pants. Cool air washed over my bare skin, as he peeled them down my legs, leaving them pooled at my ankles, trapping me.
His large hands kneaded the muscles of my ass, spreading my cheeks, and I had about a second of conscious thought before his tongue licked over my hole, making me whimper.
Again and again, he ran his tongue over my slick hole, and I forgot that we needed to talk.
Forgot everything but the way my body burned beneath his hands on me, his tongue fucking my hole, as he sucked and slurped, and desperate noises escaped my mouth.
My cock was rock hard and I grasped it, sliding my hand up and down its length in time to Mason’s tongue eating my ass.
Mason paused long enough to growl, “Don’t come.”
He was moving behind me, but I couldn’t be bothered to try to figure out what he was doing. I was too busy voicing my opinion of the fact that his mouth and tongue were no longer on my hole, making me see stars.
The wide head of his cock nudged my hole, and wasn’t that just what I needed?
Pushing back, Mason slid into my slippery hole with little resistance after his ministrations. My body was more than ready for him.
Inch by inch he stretched me, until his balls rested against my ass. He was all around me, in me, and yet, it wasn’t enough.
I wanted this man to consume me.
One of his hands snaked up my stomach, my chest, not stopping until it was grasping me under my chin.
Pulling me roughly against his hard body, his words were gravelly in my ear. “Hold on tight, baby. I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”
“Yes, fuck yes!” I cried, curling my fingers around the stall door. The bottom half that was closed hit me just above my waist, and the first forceful flex of Mason’s hips had me slamming into it. Up on my tiptoes, I could do nothing more than what Mason had demanded.
Hold on and enjoy this ride.
Mason grunted, his heavy breathing loud in my ear. His thick cock in my ass, the slam of my body against the wood, the tightening of his hand around my throat with the perfect amount of pressure, all of it had my desire raging inside me.
My voice was raw with my screams of pleasure, my demands for more, harder, rougher. Mason did not disappoint. He gave me everything I needed and more.
