Chapter 90
MASON
The first push inside her nearly breaks me. She's so tight, so wet, so fucking perfect that I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming instantly. I go slow—agonizingly slow—giving her body time to adjust to me.
When I'm fully seated, buried to the hilt, I press my forehead to hers and fight for control. "I've never felt anything this good."
She rocks her hips and we both groan. "Move, Mason. Please."
I thrust once, twice, before I roll us so she's straddling me, her thighs bracketing my hips. She gasps at the shift, at how deep I am from this angle.
"Ride me, pretty girl," I tell her through gritted teeth. "Take what you need."
Her hands brace on my chest, and she starts to move—tentative at first, then bolder. Pleasure blooms across her face every time she pushes down on me.
Lacing my fingers with hers, I hold them on my chest as I watch her. Her eyes are half-mast and hazy with need.
I move our hands, still clasped, so they rest next to my shoulders, like she’s pinning me down.
Gasping, her eyes fly to mine as her torso lowers. Her fingers reflexively tighten on mine.
“I love you, Lily.” I turn my head and kiss the tattoo on her wrist, the barcode that symbolizes everything she’s overcome. “I love every part of you.”
Then I lift my head and graze her nipple with my teeth.
“Mason.” She moans, grinding against me. I push my arms higher, so she’s leaning over me, her tits right there. She adjusts her hands, wrapping her fingers around my wrists.
“You like that, pretty girl?” I lick at her nipples when they sway close. “You like having me at your mercy?”
“You’re not,” she protests, panting.
But I can tell she likes the idea by the way she drenches me.
I smile, clamping down on the need to thrust into her.
I don’t want to throw her off her rhythm, not when she’s so close to coming.
“I’d let you tie me up and have your way with me.
Would you like that? You want to lick and suck all over my body? ”
“Jesus, Mason.” Her head lolls back, and she rubs herself hard against the root of my dick.
"Fuck, yes." I groan, fisting my hands, feeling my control slipping. "Just like that. Get yourself off on me."
She moves faster, her body tightening around me. I can feel her getting close—the way her thighs tremble, the way her grip on my wrists tightens.
"That’s it. Be greedy for it.” I straighten my arms more so her body rests on mine. I take her mouth in a kiss, unrestrained and wild. I can’t hold back—I rock my dick into her. “Make yourself come on me, pretty girl."
“Mason.” Her body clamps down on me like a vise, her head falling back.
The sight of her tears my own orgasm from me with brutal force. I groan her name as I empty myself inside her, my hips bucking up to meet hers as we ride it out together.
Still trembling, she releases my wrists and collapses onto my chest. I wrap my arms around her immediately, holding her close.
"I love you, Mason," she whispers against my neck.
I tighten my hold on her, kissing the top of her head. "You’re mine, Lily. Now, tomorrow, and forever."
She melts into me, the sweetest surrender I’ve ever known.