“I want you so fucking bad. This. I want to taste this before I fuck it.”
“Oh, God,” she moans as I slip a digit inside, my lips toying with her clit. I suck it into my mouth and she shudders.
“I’ve dreamed of you in this bed, just like this, moaning for me while I lick you here.” I palm her arse and move my face between her legs, roughly consuming her. Getting her in my throat the way I like.
She arches off the bed, fingers clawing at the sheet and tugging my hair, mumbling incoherent words between obscenities.
I suck on her lips, dragging my tongue between them. Up and down, slowly savoring her.
“So wet. You’re dripping down my chin, Brooke. Do you like that?”
“Shit.” She digs her heels into my back. With heavy-lidded eyes, she watches me rub my nose against her clit and fuck her with my tongue. “Mason, please.”
“I want you,” I tell her.
She swallows, nodding. “Yes.”
“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything. Anyone.” I slip three fingers inside her, pumping them in and out.
Fast. Faster.
She writhes against the sheet and grinds on my palm, moaning and softly begging.
“Please, yes, yes. Oh, fuck. Oh, God, fuck.”
“I ache for you. My body. My soul,” I whisper against her clit, licking it gently. “I lie here every night thinking about you. Getting off to this. Your body. This sweet little cunt. Fuck, Brooke. You have no idea how badly I want this. I can’t put it into words.”
She strokes my cheek, gasping. “Show me. Make me,” her eyes roll shut. “Come. Make me come.”
“Like this?” I ask, not waiting for an answer as I move my fingers in and out of her, sucking on her smooth pebble of nerves with earnest until my cheeks hollow and she cries out above me, whimpering a mix of my name and more and fuck, over and over and over.
When her climax subsides and her limbs shiver in aftermath, she wraps her legs around my back, drawing me closer and higher up her body, her hands gripping my shoulders, my back.
I kiss her soft stomach and the curve of her ribs. I lick her nipple, pulling it into my mouth as she watches me with those pouty lips parted.
“Ready?” I ask her, pushing off the bed and digging in my night table drawer for a condom.
Brooke sits up. “Wait. Wait, I,” she stammers, pressing her fingers to her mouth. Her eyes dancing between the drawer and my face. “Um. I’ve never . . .”
“Fucked?” I smile roguishly. “Baby, I had no idea. I’ll be sweet, yeah?”
She giggles as she lowers her hand, drawing her knees up. “Shut up. No, I’ve never done it without a condom. Ever. I’ve never really wanted to.” She looks down at my cock, her gaze burning. “I want to now.”
“Yeah?”
She nods, sucking on her lip. “I have an IUD.”
I slam the drawer closed. Brooke startles, a laugh bursting from her throat.
I can’t deny I want her this way. That I’ve always wanted Brooke this way. There’s something about this woman that turns me into a possessive Neanderthal. I’m greedy with her. Selfish. I want my cum inside her, filling her, dripping down her leg. I want her to feel it and to tell me how it feels. And I sure as fuck want to be the only man who’s had her like this.
Only me.
Condoms? No, we won’t be needing condoms. I’ll be tossing that pack into the rubbish.
Crawling back onto the bed, I drag my cock up her leg, the tip oozing, smearing over her skin. I kiss between her tits, sucking and licking as I settle my hips against hers.
“Mason.” Brooke spreads her legs wider, lifting up, bracing her weight on her hands and looking down between us. “I want to watch you.”
I follow her gaze, understanding.
She wants to watch me enter her. Fuck, yes. She can watch me all night.
“Baby.”
I grip my cock with one hand, her hip with the other. I slide the tip in slowly, so fucking slowly, stretching her, watching the pleasure build in her eyes, her mouth falling open with a gasp and her teeth biting her lip through a moan.
An overwhelming, earth-shattering heat surges in my veins, burning up my spine. My thighs tense as I lean forward and push in.
Further.
Further.
That’s it . . .
“So good,” I tell her, releasing my cock and grabbing her neck, both of us watching as the last inch disappears inside her tight, slick pussy.
So tight. So fucking slick.
Sweet fucking Christ.
“Mason,” she groans, shifting her hips against me. “Oh, God, please.”
I tilt her head and take her mouth. She falls back. I go with her, laying my body over hers and pumping my hips.
“Fuck, Brooke.”
I kiss her hard, sliding my tongue into her mouth, her soft body melting into me and pressing closer.
“I want to make you feel so good. So fucking good.” I lean back, my forearms taking my weight as I watch her below me.
Her sweet lips parting with shallow breaths. Her cheeks deep in color. And those gorgeous eyes round and realizing exactly what this is.