Page 18 of Howl of Fame

“You are so fucking tight. So damn wet! I can’t wait to slide my cock into you.” He circled her clit with his tongue.

“I’m so close. Oh! Mason!” Jane’s legs began to shake as her climax drew closer and closer. Her breath hitched in her throat.

“Is this what you want?” he asked, sucking her clit into his mouth as he scissored his fingers in and out of her channel.

“Yes!” she cried out. Her hands fisted in his hair, her hips twisting back and forth.

“Are you sure?” he slowed his pace back to a teasing speed.

“Yes, I’m fucking sure!” she growled, not knowing whose voice popped out of her mouth. It was almost as if she had been possessed by a sexual fiend who chose that very moment to make herself known.

Mason seemed to have gotten the message, taking her demand to heart. He picked up his pace, his mouth once again on her clit. “Come for me, baby.”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she shouted as her climax slammed into her and sent her soaring among the stars. White lights danced in her vision. Her body shook from the force of the eruption releasing from within.

“Mmm. That’s it, baby. Give it all to me. I love the way you taste,” Mason said as he enthusiastically lapped up her honey.

“I need you inside of me,” she begged, not giving a single fuck about how desperate she sounded. She wanted him. All of him. And she wasn’t willing to wait another second.

“Are you sure?” he asked, scooting to his knees.

“Positive. I need you. Now.” Jane was tired of fucking around. It had been far too many years since she had been with a man. If he made her wait any longer, she would push him over and have her way with him. Her body was on fire, desperate for him.

“Good, because I don’t think I can wait another second for this,” Mason said as he inched into her tight sheath.

“Ohhh,” she moaned. “More,” she begged.

“Yeah?” He gave her another inch, teasing the hell out of her.

“All of it,” she once again begged.

“You’re so tight, baby. I don’t want to hurt you,” he replied, biting the side of his cheek.

“I’m not a fucking porcelain doll.”

“Only if you’re certain.”

“Sweet Jesus, please!” Her body felt like it was going to implode if he didn’t give her what she needed.

“If you insist.” Mason slammed home. Her headboard bounced against the wall.

“Yes!” she shouted, loving the way his cock stretched her to the max.

Mason pulled out to the tip and slammed right back in, her body shaking with the force of his thrust.

“Damn, baby. You fit me like a fucking glove. You are so damn tight. You feel so good.” He circled his hips and pulled out to the tip again before slamming home once more.

Jane couldn’t remember a time when sex had ever felt so good. It had been mediocre at best with her ex-husband. And before that, well, it wasn’t as if she had slept with all that many guys. Yet, somehow, Mason had broken down her defenses.

“Stay with me, baby. Enjoy the moment. Don’t get too caught up in your own head.”

Thankfully, Mason drew Jane from her thoughts before she traveled too far down that particular rabbit hole at the most inopportune time.

“Don’t you worry about me. I’m right here with you … all the way.” She wrapped her legs around his back, her arms around his neck, and held on tightly as he began an almost brutal series of strokes and thrusts, pounding in and out of her at an impressive speed.

“Fuck!” she cried out as she climbed closer and closer to her climax.

“Do you like the way I feel inside you?” Mason asked.

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