Chapter 15
Sutton
Mason’s lips were on mine before we made it inside the condo.
Having his mouth on me caused my knees to turn to Jell-O, and I clung to him, my legs already climbing around his hips before the door was shut and locked behind us.
He pressed my back against it, his hands bunching the material of my dress up over my thighs.
His lower body thrust against me, causing white spots to flash across my vision at how good he felt.
I shifted, undulating my hips, rubbing myself against the hardness that couldn’t be contained by his pants.
Without thinking, I stabbed my fingers into his hair, kissing him back with a recklessness that no longer surprised me.
“Where the fuck is the zipper?” he growled, tearing his mouth away so he could search.
I didn’t miss the fact that his hands were shaking when he finally found it just under my left arm and tore it down.
Thanks to the built-in corset bra, my boobs popped free, straight into his waiting hands. “Ah gods, you’re so beautiful.”
With Mason looking at me like that, I felt beautiful.
His hands on my body were rough, yet it was obvious to me that he was trying to be gentle.
Watching as he molded my breasts together, squeezing, playing with them, only made me wetter for him.
He must have felt my response because he groaned like he was being tortured.
Shifting, he put one arm under my ass and locked me against him as he carried me through the living room and straight into his bedroom.
I’d been sleeping in the guest room all week, but I’d been in his room enough times to know my way around. He didn’t stumble as he carried me to the bed without turning on any lights. Once he was sitting on the side of his bed, with me straddling his lap, he blindly reached out to turn on a lamp.
One hand went back to my boobs, his fingers finding and playing with a nipple while he rocked me against him with his other hand.
His hardness was directly against my clit, the contact dragging a whine from my throat as a gush of arousal flooded my opening, soaking through my panties and his black slacks.
I was so close to my first-ever release that wasn’t self-induced, and he still had all his clothes on.
“Clothes. Off. Now,” I panted, working on the buttons on his shirt. One of my nails accidentally scratched him, leaving a jagged red mark behind. His breath hissed out, but his mouth covered mine before I could apologize.
The kiss only ended when he flipped me onto my back across the bed, his hands working on getting my dress completely off. Once it was out of his way, he dragged my panties down my thighs, his fingers biting into my outer thighs in his frenzy.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted, his eyes eating up the sight of me completely bare, laid out for him like a gift. “I’ve been waiting my entire life for this, beautiful girl.”
“Mason.” Emotions tried to overwhelm me. I shoved them aside, not wanting to focus on anything except our shared pleasure. I reached for his belt, unbuckling it with steady hands. Carefully, I lowered his zipper, teasing my fingers over his shaft on the way down.
When he stepped back from me, I couldn’t hold in a whimper of protest. Distance, even an inch, felt like a punishment.
Mason and I were meant to be together, in every way.
Fate and the angels—or whoever was in charge of happily-ever-afters—had already decided.
He was gone for only a few seconds, long enough to strip, and then he was beside me on the bed, his body covering mine, kissing me like I was his only source of oxygen.
“Tell me if anything hurts,” he said in a voice hoarse with need. “I mean it, Sutton. Even if it’s a little, I want to know if I’m causing you pain.”
“It hurts that you’re not already inside me.”
He closed his eyes, his body coiling tight. “You’re going to destroy me, baby. In every good way—but destroy me, nonetheless.” Opening his eyes, he met my gaze with an intensity that felt like it carried the weight of the world. It did, because it was the weight of our world. “I love you.”
Those words washed over me. For a very brief moment, doubt tried to rear its ugly head.
Love wasn’t supposed to come so quickly.
Until a week ago, I didn’t think people actually felt it, not truly.
Not like this. But my doubt quickly turned to relief.
Those words weren’t an empty promise. He loved me. And I…
“I love you too, Mason.”
His eyes glazed with tears that he didn’t allow to fall.
Instead, he kissed me again, sealing my confession like a sacred vow he would never allow either of us to break.
Groaning, he pulled back to trail his mouth down my neck, pausing to bury his face in the valley between my breasts before licking down to my navel.
I twisted my fingers in his hair when I felt his breath on my damp folds.
A raw scream filled the room at the first flick of his tongue on my clit.
My body began to shake, the pleasure building so quickly that I didn’t have time to prepare for the fall into ecstasy.
His savage curse barely registered as he pushed my thighs apart, his cock invading me an inch at a time while I still shook from my first orgasm.
“Ah, fuck. Baby, that’s good. So damn good.” His head fell back on his shoulders, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle twitched. Fingers biting into my hips, he held me in place and worked himself deeper. “Gods, yes. Perfect. My perfect, perfect beautiful girl.”
Heat began to build again in my core, the stretch of his thick cock burning, adding a bite of pain to the overwhelming pleasure.
Looking down, I watched as his body took possession of mine, and I saw the smear of blood that mixed with my first release.
The sight sent another wave of pleasure through me, and my inner muscles locked down, trying to hold him in place.
He cursed and slammed himself fully inside me.
“Mason!” I cried, grabbing hold of the sheets.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck, that’s pretty.” He watched himself feeding his cock into my dripping pussy again, slowly, giving me a little at a time until his balls were pressed into my ass cheeks.
Then he pulled out and slammed in hard. Slow and easy, followed by a hard thrust that caused the world to go dim around the edges, it felt so good.
Gentle followed by savage, the pattern drove me higher and higher, building another orgasm that made my breath come in sharp little gasps.
“Look at me,” he commanded, dropping down so that he was holding himself over me with one arm, the other cupping the side of my face so I had to meet his gaze. “I want to see you when you come on my cock, Sutton. Gods, you’re so beautiful. I need to see it, baby. Let me have it.”
“Mason.” It hit me in waves, the brightness of his eyes, the feel of his cock inside me.
His ragged breathing, the feel of him swelling deep within me.
And then my orgasm finally took full control.
I felt the muscles contract deep in my abdomen, fluttering down and around his cock, a gush of release flooding out of me when my pussy locked down on him so hard, he roared at the pleasure-pain.
“Baby,” he rasped, his own release hitting him and leaving his body trembling. “I love you so fucking much, Sutton.”