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He gave me a chance. He gave me an out. When I refuse it, he says, “Hold tight,” and, next thing I know, he’s more than halfway in.
“Ah, shit… I… okay. I’m good. You can… keep going.”
“For you, angel, anything.”
One last shove and I really hope that’s everything he has because I can’t take another inch.
You know what, though? It feels fuckingfabulous.
My hands fly up on their own accord. One hand goes to his gorgeous chest, stroking his peck. The other lands on his forearm, swiping the daisy tattoo with his thumb.
“Oh, Burns…”
MACE
“Oh, Burns…”
Burns.
My head is half-clouded with the promise of pleasure. My balls have gone tight. The last time I got laid, it was three years ago, I had an itch, and it meant nothing. I hadn’t had the desire to get off with another soul since—until my angel shyly handed me a daisy, and I went hard as a fucking rock when her delicate little hand brushed against mine.
I never thought I’d get a chance to work my cock inside of her. Back then, she was too pure, and I was too tainted. I would ruin her for a night of pleasure and, proving that I’m not a completely selfish bastard, I tried to stay away.
Tried.
Failed.
Between my near-daily patrols and how damn often I slipped into her unlocked window, the only thing I didn’t do was touch her. I fantasized about doing that all the fucking time, rubbing one out to her gentle smile, her haunted eyes, and her soft touch.
When she finally wrapped her hand around my cock, I thought it couldn’t get any better. Then I worked my entire length into her welcoming sheath and, holy fuck, I was wrong.
With my angel pinned on my cock, that pretty, pretty hair splayed on my pillow like I’ve always wanted, I know that there’s only one thing in this world that would make this the best fucking night of my life.
Angela’s complete surrender.
Burns…
She’s always called me that. Until now, it didn’t really bother me. Most people do, and those who don’t, stick with ‘Mace’.
Not her. I need my angel to be different.
I need her to be mine, yes, but more than anything, I need to behers.
So, once I’ve bottomed out inside of her, I hold. As she explores my better, whispering my surname, I refuse to move. A shiver skitters down my back, every instinct inside of my body urging me to thrust, to move, toclaim,but this is the first time I’ve finally shown her just how much I possess her.
It’s her turn to own me. To claim me.
To show me that everything I’ve done has been worth it.
Dipping low, I steal a fierce kiss that leaves her lush lips pouty and bruised. My arms are locked, my body still, and when I draw away, my pretty little angel squirms beneath me like a moth pinned to a board. Stuffed full of my cock, she wants me to move as much as I do.
But first—
“Not Burns,” I tell her. My voice is hoarse. The strain is evident in the way I spit out my command. “When I’m inside of you, you call me by my name. You call me Mason.”
When she doesn’t answer me quick enough, I slowly pull out, making sure she feels it in every damn one of her nerve endings.
I’m punishing myself more than her—I just got my cock wet, damn it—but this is important to me. I could order her, and she would obey. I could stroke myself off right now, finishing on her stomach, marking her again… that would soothe the need raging inside of me.
