Page 115 of Freaks Of Nature
“I’m looking forward to it,” I assure her, although I haven’t decided what to tell them about myself.
Ash’s last comment rings on in my mind. Yes, I’d been willing to give her to my brother to reel her in, but I knew she’d be mine in the end.
“I bet you’re wondering if I’ll still let you choke me now,” she says, the words chased by a light laugh.
I step into her. Winding my arms around her waist to pull her close, I drop my forehead on hers.
“I will, though.” She stares up at me through her lashes, her hands warm on my chest. “I trust you, Mason. You know when to stop.”
I press a kiss to her cheek and sink fully into our embrace. It took some practice, but I nailed it with her. Emily is the one who came back to me. She saved me in more ways than she knows.
Thenight she chose me, consciously or not . . .
My fingers twitch in anticipation. I know I shouldn’t be here. Iknowit’s wrong, but that has never stopped me before.
I picked the lock and made my silent approach to find Emily sound asleep. She lies on her back, a hand resting beside her face on the pillow.
Leaning over her, I pull the covers aside to feast my eyes on the image of her in her pajamas. As usual, she’s wearing skimpy shorts, black this time, with a pink camisole that stretches across her breasts, highlighting the weight I ache to cradle in my palm.
Before I even notice the outline of her nipples, blood rushes toward my groin, making my cock throb behind my fly at the sight of her.
My fingers slide underneath the hem of her shirt. Ever so slowly, I raise it higher, inch by maddening inch, until I lay her bare before me.
Fuck me, she’s glorious.I bite my bottom lip, the ache in my thighs growing heavy.
Opening her legs with a light touch, I lower myself in between, my knees wide for balance as my weight settles on the mattress.
Emily doesn’t stir. She’s still completely oblivious to my presence.
The heat of her body reaches out toward me, bringing my lust for her to a boil as my sight drops to the sparse piece of cotton covering her pussy.
I want to touch her so badly. I want to feel her smooth skin beneath my fingertips, the slick glide of her flesh, her tight walls around my knuckles… I’ll force the pleasure from her even if she tries to deny it.
Her nipples harden as though she can sense my stare. The tip of my cock tents my fly, pulsing viciously behind its confines. I’ve never ached for friction like this before. My skin pulls tight across my body. My muscles tremble.
I stifle a growl in the back of my throat. I can’t believe I’m even contemplating this.
My eyes rivet to her face… to her relaxed features. She said she wanted to watch me, but she doesn’t know about my past. She wouldn’t understand why I can’t get myself off. Not even for her. No matter how hard she makes me.
Fuck it!I undo my jeans and shove my hand into my briefs.
A shiver runs up my spine at the first touch, the silken skin shifting eagerly over the rigid length as it throbs against my palm.
My fingers curl on reflex. Fisting my restrained hard-on, I stroke it, lazily but firmly.
Goddamn, this feels good.The wet spot of cotton against my knuckles grows. My eyes fall to her exposed breasts again as I speed up. My palm swipes across my tip, grazing the barbell below, and I squeeze the head.
Heat floods my veins. Ripples shoot down my thighs and up my abs, contracting my muscles. Never has my own touch had this effect on me. I feel myself getting close. I think I might actually finish.
My fist pumps in a faster rhythm, fingers wrapping tighter around my pulsing shaft with the slickening motion from head to root—
“Mason.”
Fuck!My spine arches, and I climax right at the moan of my name from her lips. A hot jet bursts from my tip, soaking my briefs.
My vision snaps to her face, expecting her glare, but she’s still asleep, her eyes closed.
“Yeah, baby?” My voice is hoarse from the force of the orgasm as I release the grip on my cock and bend over her, hands on either side of her head.
