Page 26 of Shameless


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That’s exactly what this feels like.

I lower the cottony material, revealing her pussy one gorgeous inch at a time. When the thin fabric is wrapped around her thighs, impatience bursts inside me and I yank it away with a growl, leaving her naked.

My fingers settle on each ankle before gliding upward, stroking over well-defined calves along with the delicate flesh hidden behind her knees. A handful of seconds later, I finally reach her inner thighs. The need to glimpse all of her pounds through me as I flatten my palms against her soft skin and press her legs apart until she’s stretched wide.

Air leaks painfully from my lungs.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as stunning in my entire life. When I run the pad of my thumb from the top of her slit to the very bottom, she arches into my touch, seeking out more.

So.

Damn.

Responsive.

Barely have I touched her, and she’s already slick with arousal.

A tortured sound escapes from me as I give her pussy a long lap, retracing the path of my thumb before circling her clit with my tongue. With a moan, she tilts her pelvis, silently begging for more.

Repeating the maneuver, I dip inside her heat.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” I groan, wondering how I’ll ever get enough to satisfy my cravings. It doesn’t seem possible. All I want to do is bury my face against her pussy and not come up for days.

Weeks.

Months.

My hands are positioned against her inner thighs to hold them apart. The thumbs touch the outer edges of her lips, pulling the soft flesh wider, opening her up until I can see and lick every delicate pink inch.

Her breath hitches as her muscles tense, turning impossibly tight.

Trying to keep all of my baser instincts under strict lock and key shreds my willpower. I’ve always prided myself on my determination, but this girl is showing me that it’s nothing more than a paper-thin façade. Instead of attacking her flesh, I keep every lick, every caress at a steady tempo, knowing it’s what will have her splintering apart before exploding.

I’m not wrong.

It doesn’t take more than thirty seconds before she’s crying out, her pussy spasming with pleasure. Her inner muscles contract, shuddering around me as I spear my tongue deep inside her body. With my face buried against her heat, I lick the damp flesh until her orgasm dissipates and her muscles turn slack. Only then do I lift my head and meet her dazed expression.

My dick is harder than steel with the need to bury myself balls deep inside her body. One touch and I’ll come undone. Straightening to my full height, I flick open the button of my jeans and lower the zipper.

A condom.

I don’t have one.

Fuck!

Usually I carry one in my wallet but didn’t bring it out to the barn.

I mean…why would I?

It’s not like I planned for this to happen. I sure as shit don’t keep rubbers in here on the off chance a gorgeous woman might saunter in and we end up fucking on the counter. In the past, if one did so happen to wander into my workspace, I’ve been quick to send them on their merry little way.

From the first moment I caught sight of Poppy, I knew she was different. There’s something about her that attracts me like a magnet.

“Mason?”

Her soft voice cuts through the chaotic whirl of my thoughts.

My gaze jerks, fastening onto her. She’s still spread open. Only now, she’s soft and swollen from her orgasm.

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