Page 101 of Drown Like Heaven
I tightened around his length, my belly quivering as my orgasm started simmering inside of me. Everything was so sensitive between my legs, aroused and swollen and slick, Mason’s hips grinding into mine when he bottomed out.
His thrusts got harder, faster, need burning hot in my body.
Mason slid his hands up my stomach, pausing to grab my breasts, before wrapping them around my throat. He wasn’t squeezing hard, but hecould. He could overpower me, hurt me, make me pass out again. I whimpered, my release continuing to build in my veins.
He used his grip on my neck to increase his pace, holding me down while he pounded into my pussy. My insides trembled, clenched, squeezing his thick cock while he squeezed my throat. I almost couldn’t breathe now, with the way his palm pressed into my windpipe, and I clawed at his hands, mouth popping open.
“Mason—” I choked out.
“Shhh,” he whispered, pressing his thumbs over my lips, shaking his head. “You’re so fucking pretty when you’re scared of me.”
But he loosened his grip, moving one hand down to lightly tug on my stiff nipple. I arched into him, breathless, wishing he’d do it rougher. Mason shifted his position again, now rubbing my clit with his thumb while he continued fucking me, his other hand still a collar on my neck.
The angle was perfect and my head was dizzy from the lack of blood flow to my brain and he was pinching my nipple harder now, almost walking the line of pain. He always knew what I needed.
I was racing towards the edge after a mere few seconds.
“If I reallywasgoing to kill you, how would you want me to do it?” he growled.
Images flashed in my mind, a moving picture of violence. I was so overwhelmed by the sensation of his thumb rubbing my swollen clit again, his cock hitting me so deep, his hand on my throat, my own brain conjuring up imaginations of my darkest fantasies, that I couldn’t control my orgasm as it crested.
The feeling ripped through me like lightning and my hips arched off the bed, pussy tightening around him.
Mason fucked me through it, flipping me on my stomach with my ass in the air before I could comprehend what was happening. He guided his dick back to my soaked cunt and pushed inside in a single thrust, fucking me harder than before.
It was almost too much, the feeling of him in my guts while the aftershocks of my orgasm still sparked through me.
I grabbed his black sheets in my fists, panting against the fabric, heat burning low and intense in my belly. Mason grabbed my hips harder, deepening the arch in my spine, making me moan louder. Sweat was slick on my skin and my hair was sticking to my cheek.
“I know you’re on birth control.”
“Mason,” I choked out, panic flaring in my mind. “Don’t.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
My eyebrows slanted together, my pussy clenching around him at the harshness of his response.We’re both so sick in the head.Him for saying it, me for liking it. I hated that I loved when he took away all my choices. I hated that I was so eager for him to come inside me.
How many more boundaries was he going to ignore? Would he ever let me tell himno, and actually listen to me?
I watched him over my shoulder, hypnotized by the stretch of his muscles, his gorgeous face. He thrust in deep, jaw flexed,neck straining. I gasped at the feeling of his cum flooding my insides, the warmth and wetness of him spilling into my pussy.
“One day, Dakota,” he began, tone ominous, his dick still inside me. “One day, you’ll tell me about that fantasy. And I’ll be ready for it whenever you do.”
Chapter 26
Dakota
Mason had given me some of his clothes to change into for pajamas, and even though I’d brought my own, I was wearing his shirt now. It smelled like him, and I couldn’t resist that.
I needed to get up and plug in my phone charger because my phone was about to die, but I didn’t want to move. His bed was so comfortable. Mason wasn’t in here, though, and I didn’t know where he’d gone. His absence ached a little bit, but what did I expect? Sex probably didn’t mean anything to him.
My head lifted from the pillow when I heard footsteps into the room. I sat up fully, jaw dropping open.
“What is this?”
“You said you were hungry,” Mason explained, setting the plate down on the end of the bed.
“I just said that—you didn’t have to make anything for me,” I spluttered, feeling my face get red.
