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THIRTY-THREE
SUMMER
Unable to help myself,I arch my back off the bed as Mase’s thick tongue strokes through my folds in long, hard licks. He wrenches my legs apart, pinning me, and I love the bite of pain his grip leaves.
My heart races, and I grip his short hair, anchoring him to the spot to ensure he never stops exploring. Each flick of his tongue brings me closer to the edge, but it’s his low growl of satisfaction that really pulls my arousal from me. He loves this. In this moment, my Saintly Sinner is immersed in utter gratification.
When his tongue sweeps over my clit, my pussy clenches, and he smiles against me. Then he retreats, and the sight before me is damn near perfection. His lips glisten with my arousal, his muscles are taut, and his expression is that of pure unadulterated bliss. He creeps up my body, dwarfing me and settling on his elbows above me. Our faces are so close his breath fans my cheeks, and when his soft lips meet mine, I open my mouth to accommodate him while my legs band around his waist to hold him in place.
His tongue delves deep into my mouth, toying with mine and playing with it tenderly, coaxing the pleasure from me while his cock finds my entrance, and he inches inside.
He pulls out and slides back in. In and out, and it’s utter perfection.
This is lovemaking. This is what I’ve read about, heard about; this is everything.
He draws back, breathless, and the look in his eyes tells me everything I need to know.
He’s falling in love with me.
His eyes search mine, no doubt mirroring my own.
Then he slams his lips against mine, swallowing down my moan of euphoria.
Our bodies move in time with one another, each thrust more meaningful than the last. The sound of our skin slapping fills the room, and he begins to lose control. “Fuck,” he moans. “Fuck, Sum.” The sound of his voice is almost unrecognizable, and I come, screaming with my head thrown back, then his body tightens, the telltale sign he’s about to join me, and he holds himself deep. A feral sound leaves his lips when he presses them to my neck tenderly.
When he slips from me, I feel his loss instantly and sit up to watch him pull on his clothes. Is he leaving?
“W-What are you doing?”
He turns with a smile that stuns me. “I have a surprise for you.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “You do?”
“Yep.” His smile grows wider. “Get dressed, Sum.” He taps my leg, and I blink several times. “Sweetheart, you’re so stinking cute when you’re shocked.”
“I am not cute.” I pout and push off the bed, then stare down at the mess sliding down my leg. “I need a shower.”
“No, you don’t.” Mase shakes his head. “I want my girl covered in my cum today.”
“Huh?”
“Summer, clothes.” He points to the dress laid out on the chair, the same one I wore when we first met, and I wonder if that was picked on purpose. “On.”
Instead of asking, I nod and move around the bedroom while Mase goes to the bathroom. “And sweetheart?”
“Yes?” I glance toward the door, and he sticks his head out.
“Put your hair in the braid.” He winks.
What the hell does he have planned?
THIRTY-FOUR
SUMMER
Mase headed downstairsfive minutes ago, and as I head out the bedroom door, I hear muffled voices. What the hell is happening?
I come to a halt when I reach the landing.
