Page 88 of City of Sin (Men of Manhattan 1)

He reached around me and rubbed my clit. I moaned under his skilled hands.

"That was for making me wait till right now to have you naked on your knees in my bedroom." He struck me again, even harder. "You've been teasing me. Do you have any idea how much you've been torturing me?"

I couldn't take it anymore. I knew, because he was doing it to me right now. "Fuck me, Mason. Please fuck me." I immediately heard the rip of foil.

He rubbed his palm against my ass and then moved his hands to my waist. "Baby, I'm going to fuck you. Hard." He immediately thrust himself deep inside of me.

I gasped. He moved slowly, stretching me wide. He was being gentle as I adjusted to the thickness of his cock.

I arched my back as he thrust himself even deeper, filling me with every inch of him. He grabbed my hips and pumped his length in and out of me. I moved my hands to his headboard and pushed back, matching his thrusts. His fingernails dug into my hips as he moved faster. He tilted his cock up against my g-spot and my whole body shuddered. I pushed against the headboard and forced him even deeper. He grabbed my hair and pulled, tilting my head back and making me arch my back even more.

I wasn't sure why, but him being rough with me was arousing me even more. "I'm going to come again."

"Not yet." He spanked me again and pulled out of me.

"Mason." My voice sounded so needy. God, what is he doing to me?

He grabbed my hips and flipped my body over so that my back was pressed against the mattress. "You're mine." He put his hand on the side of my face." Do you understand me? I'm not sharing you with anyone."

"Yes." There wasn't anyone else I wanted. Just him.

He pulled my blindfold down so that I could finally see him. There was an intensity in his eyes that I had never seen before. But there was something else there. He looked almost bewildered.

I reached up to touch his face, but he grabbed my hand, pinning it down against the mattress.

"I didn't say you could move." He leaned into me, thrusting his massive cock back inside of me.

"Mason!" I moaned. I ran my other hand down the muscles of his back and to his ass. I wanted to explore every inch of him. If possible, his ass felt as muscular as the rest of him. Before my hand could wander any more, Mason grabbed it and pinned it down to the mattress too.

He began to move his hips even faster. "Come for me, Bee."

As if his words were a command, I felt myself begin to clench around him. "Oh God, Mason!" My orgasm crashed down on me. All the buildup had somehow made it even more intense. Every time he made me come was better and better.

His fingers tightened around mine as he found his own release. He stared down into my eyes as he thrust back inside of me one more time. I was pretty sure the expression on his face matched my own...pure bliss.

He pulled out of me and collapsed next to me on the bed. "Fuck, Bee." He ran his hands down his face.

"Does that mea

n I wasn't disappointing?" I wasn't sure why, but I felt like I needed his approval. I wanted him to have liked that as much as I did. He had been with so many women. How could I possibly compare to all of them?

Before he could respond, a loud beeping sounded through the apartment. I hadn't noticed it before, but it smelled like something was burning.

"Oh, shit, the food." Mason got up and sprinted out of the room naked, grabbing his boxers off the floor on the way.

Chapter 48

Bee

I grabbed a collared shirt that was laying on the back of a chair in his bedroom and put it on. It smelled strongly of his cologne, which was now becoming my favorite smell. Women in T.V. shows and movies wore men's dress shirts all the time and it always looked sexy. Hopefully I could pull it off. I ran my fingers through my hair and made my way out of his bedroom.

I had been so caught up in Mason earlier that I hadn't even realized how amazing his apartment was. Everything was so clean and new looking. Basically the opposite of where I lived. I stopped at the end of the hallway and stared into his living room. I don't know how my eyes hadn't gravitated to the view before. I walked toward the far side of the living room. Instead of a wall, there was just a sheet of glass that looked out on Central Park and the city skyline around and behind it. The city was so bright. It almost looked like it was still decorated for Christmas. This Christmas was the first one I hadn't gone home to celebrate. I had been so afraid that if I went, I'd never come back. I felt so small looking out at the city below. Any problems I had suddenly seemed insignificant. But maybe it wasn't because I was looking out at the expanse of the city. Maybe it was because of the guy that I was with.

Mason wrapped his arms around me. "You look so much better in that than I do."

I laughed and turned around. I clasped my hands behind his neck and looked up into his eyes. "Your view is amazing. I don't think I've ever seen something so beautiful."

"I prefer looking at you."

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