Page 88 of House of Payne
Every inch of me trembles as I ride out my high.
Mason waits until I’m no longer shaking before he removes his fingers. His dark eyes settle on me as he lifts his hands to his mouth and licks. Then, he lowers his hand and motions for me to do the same.
I’ve never tasted myself on anyone, and I’m surprised to find that I like it.
My heart is still thundering uneasily as I watch him. He’s still pressed against me, hard and gleaming, and it makes the ache between my legs hard to ignore. After securing my hands on either side of the bed using silk ties, he gives them a firm tug. Then, he slides off the bed and retrieves the whip from behind him.
He fingers it tauntingly. “I’m tempted to use this unless you give me a reason not to.”
“Do you want to?”
Mason cracks the whip, and the sound sends an unexpected thrill through me. “I have every reason to considering the way you talk to me, but I have other ideas in mind for you, London.”
My name is like a prayer and a command on his lips.
I want to hear it whispered over and over as he rams into me.
I lick my lips.
Mason sets down the whip and kneels to spread my legs, kissing a path down my body again before leaning back. Then, he positions himself at my entrance and waits. I hold my breath as he thrusts into me in one fluid move and then braces himself.
“What are you doing?”
“There will be plenty of time for us to play. For now, you need to be fucked.” Mason eases out and slams back into me, and I cry out. “I want to hear you, London. Don’t hold back.”
A thin rivulet of sweat breaks out across my forehead. “I’m not.”
Mason stops thrusting and glances at me. “You are, and I won’t let you. Let go. You know you want to.”
I search his face, and the last of my resolve crumbles. “I don’t know how.”
Mason plunges back into me and stills, and my heart jumps into my throat. “Don’t think. Just feel.”
With that, he buries his face in the crook of my neck and growls. When he sinks his teeth into my neck, I call out his name and see stars. Mason sinks his teeth deeper, sending waves of pain and pleasure through me.
The energy is crackling between us, and I never want the feeling to stop.
I’ve never felt more alive.
We rock against each other, and it’s all I can do to keep from erupting again.
At some point, as I’m riding another high, he removes the binds and flips me onto my stomach.
He rams in and out of me as I twist my head to the side and stare at our shadows on the wall.
Mason knows exactly how to consume a woman, and I’m enjoying every minute.
Another wave of pleasure washes over me, and Mason pauses to slap my ass again.
I twist my head to look at him, our eyes meet, and he places a hand on the back of my neck and tugs, hard.
Holy shit.
How have I gone this long without experiencing this kind of ecstasy?
The silence between us is thick and charged.
When I can’t take it anymore, my head falls forward. “Oh, God. Oh… oh.”
