Page 140 of Masked Sins
“I’m going to—Can I?—”
“Can you what?” he asks, lips quirking into a roguish smile.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,pleaseMastercanIcome?—”
His free hand comes to my throat, squeezing just enough to add pressure and an extra element to my already convulsing body.
“Come.”
The one-word command shatters some mental barrier I didn’t realize I’d erected because I detonate a second later.
My hips jerk against his knuckles, opening wider as an intense flurry of pleasure skitters down my spine all the way to my fingers and toes.
All I see and feel is sweet, pulsing light.
“Fuck yes, you’re gripping me so hard, Layla?—”
His thumb swipes against my piercing, dragging pain into the exploding pleasure, and my body pulls even tighter. I can’t think, can’t speak.
“Give me one more,” he says, gritting his teeth.
“Oh God?—”
I squirm, trying to get away from the intensity. It feels like I’m about to pee or die, and my eyes pop open as he works his hand harder.
“Come on, Little Dancer.” He does that scissor motion again, pressing against the inside of my inner walls, and it coaxes something agonizingly intense from inside me. My mouth drops open on a silent scream.
He adds a third finger, and my whole body goes as taut as a board. My legs quake as another orgasm crashes through me. It feels like I push him out as I groan, as something wet slides down my butt. This climax is brighter, pushing outward in wave after wave of the most intense orgasm of my life.
I vaguely register Orion groaning as I grip him fiercely, as my body jerks violently.
“Fuck yes,” he whispers, coaxing the last of it out of me.
I’m breathless, and my heart begins to slow as something warm and comforting settles over me. I’m so, so tired?—
Moving slightly, I feel the wetness beneath me.Thatwakes me up. I sit up and look down at Orion’s wet shirt, the nearly black eyes?—
“Oh God, did I pee?”
Orion’s mouth is on mine, and I can taste the acidity of the tomatoes he was eating earlier on his tongue. He moans into my mouth with a frantic neediness I didn’t realize was possible, especially since we just had sex. I pull him closer, running my fingers through his hair, and a whole-body shiver goes through him.
“No, you didn’t pee,” he says, smiling against my lips. “God, you’re perfect.”
“Did I?—”
I can’t say the word.
“Has that ever happened to you before?” he asks.
A bubble of laughter escapes my lips, and he pulls me up so that I’m sitting with him between my legs.
“No. Never. I thought it was a myth.”
Low laughter rumbles in his chest. “I’m addicted to you. Everything about you.”
I’m still shaking as his hands grip my hips, as he kisses me with everything he has, as he holds me like he never wants to let go. When he pulls away, he helps me up. I wince as I scoot off the marble onto my feet, feeling how wet the floor is.
“Turn around.”
