Page 89 of Fallen Hero

“Mason.”

Jesus, fuck me, her breathy whimper hit me square in the chest—the left side to be exact. With each choppy exhale against my lips, the barbed wire around my heart started to loosen. Every shudder, every agitated jerk of her hips, felt like a defibrillator shocking my heart back into a rhythm that was as painful as it was impeccable.

“More, Mase.”

With my pulse pounding, my dick aching, I needed clarification. “You want my cock, baby?”

“Yes.”

I pulled my fingers free, slid them through her wet, toying with her opening. I tried again. “You sure you want this, Calli?”

“Yes. Now.”

The need to claim, to get inside of her, to feel her wet heat take my cock was overpowering.

“Robe off.”

Calista easily complied. My hands went to her hips, gliding up her silhouette, moving in to cup her breasts. She immediately arched.

I swept my thumb over her nipple and invited, “Lean forward.”

As soon as she was in reach, I pulled a nipple into my mouth. Calli arched deeper, groaning her approval.

I released the taut bud and, on my way to the other side, I ordered, “Pull me out, baby.”

As consuming as my desire was, I needed her to take this next step.

Her movements were clumsy and frenzied when she reached between us to free my weeping dick in the limited space she had.

Her hand wrapping around my shaft had my hips thrusting into her fist, nudging her clit and pulling a groan from both of us. I went back to her abandoned nipple, and with each drag of my tongue, Calli circled her hips, bringing the crown of my cock precariously close to her center until she had the tip lined up.

Her thighs tensed as she started to lower herself down.

“Slow,” I gritted out, as I felt the head of my cock glide through her excitement.

“I need—”

“Slow, Calli,” I interrupted her. Needing her to go easy for both of our sakes.

“I need . . .” She trailed off, wheezing out a breath.

I knew what she needed. That same need was coursing through my veins.

“Calli.” I growled her name as a warning.

One she didn’t heed when she dropped down on my cock, taking half of my length.

“Jesus,” I grunted, clamping down on my back teeth tight.

“God!” Her oath was nothing more than a gasp as she pulled up to the tip.

On her second attempt, she slammed down, taking all of me.

Calista’s reaction was borderline violent. She half screamed, half moaned. Her tight-as-hell pussy clamped around my cock and her body shuddered.

Home.

Time stood still.