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“Your cunt is mine tonight,” he promised, and he ground his hips into me, making me feel how hard he was for me. “Tell me your cunt is mine.”
That word was not one I ever used, but when it crossed his lips, I was putty in his hands. I wanted to please him, and I’d give him anything he wanted.
“My cunt is yours,” I conceded.
“That’s right.” His hand moved beneath the hem of my shirt, and he pulled my bra down, exposing my aching nipples. He brushed one stiff peak with his palm, and I cried out, my hips jerking, trying to gain the friction I so desperately needed.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded.
“Harder.” I arched against him. “Faster.”
And he obliged, crashing his lips against mine. My body reacted intensely to his, goosebumps erupting over my skin. He rubbed his cock against my center, but we were still clothed, and I wanted to feel his skin against mine.
“I want you inside of me,” I begged between his passionate kisses. But he continued to tease me, gyrating his hips in a circular motion that drove me wild.
“Not so fast. Since dinner was such a disaster, I never got to thank you properly for your help. I’m going to take my time and taste every inch of you.” And with that, he kissed me again.
The world blurred as he strode away from the Christmas tree and headed toward the couch in the living room.
The softness of the couch met my back, Mason gently laying me down without ever breaking our kiss. My hands roamed to the nape of his neck, fingers threading through his short, dark hair. The rapid beat of his heart thudded against my chest, matching the erratic rhythm of mine.
Drawing back slightly, Mason’s brown eyes searched mine, a question lurking in their depths. The weight of the moment hung heavily between us, the air charged with anticipation.
“Zoey,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. “I want you. But are you sure about this?”
“Yes, oh, God, yes.”
He smiled wickedly. “You asked for it.”
He sat up and unbuttoned my jeans, pulling my pants and panties down my legs and over my feet, simultaneously. I sat up, lifted my sweater over my head, and removed my bra.
Lying naked before him, I bit my lower lip, torn between the surge of desire and the uncertainty of what he was going to do next. But whatever he was about to do, I wanted all of it.
I wanted every piece of him.
“You’re fucking gorgeous.” Mason’s eyes trailed down my body before traveling back up and meeting my gaze.
He took off his shirt, and my desire for him was on the precipice of being desperate.
It was impossible not to notice his well-defined muscles that hinted that he prioritized health and fitness. Each curve and cut was shaped with such precision—both dedication and winning the genetic lottery.
His biceps were another story altogether. They weren’t just big; they were sculpted, the kind of arms that looked like they could lift the world yet were gentle enough to cradle it. Since he’d arrived, I’d caught myself imagining the feel of them around me more than once.
Every inch of Mason’s sun-kissed skin was a testament to a life lived under the vibrant Miami sun, amidst the rhythms of ocean waves and pulsating music. I lost myself in the allure of it all.
He leaned down, with me being fully naked and him being shirtless, and he positioned himself between my legs. Our close proximity was exhilarating. Every breath he took, and the scent of the faint musk of his cologne, made every nerve in my body come alive.
As we lay there, I became keenly aware of every point of contact between us—the weight of his body above mine, the rough texture of his jeans at my center, the warmth of his thigh pressed against my leg.
Gathering me closer, Mason’s touch became more exploratory as he kissed me, his fingers tracing patterns along my collarbone and down my arm, causing a delightful shiver to race across my body.
Our eyes locked once more, and I was struck by the raw intensity of his gaze. It was as though he was peering straight into my soul, unearthing emotions I didn’t even know I possessed.
He kissed my mouth once more, and then he moved to my neck, then further down, licking, kissing, nibbling, and sucking every inch of my skin, just as he’d promised.
His mouth moved down my leg, and his five o’clock shadow grazed my inner thigh.
Heat pulsated at my core, begging for his attention.
