Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
The bra she wore was a strapless one, and with a single flick of the catch, it fell to the floor, allowing her tits to spring free. He moaned and then cupped the mounds in his palms, wanting to bring her pleasure. Watching her face as he flicked each nipple with his thumb, he saw her sudden gasp. He loved how sensitive her tits were, and then he had no choice but to stop.
Mason didn’t want to make love to his woman on the floor at the base of the bed.
The dress fell with a little help from him, as it brushed past her hips. The panties she wore were the flimsiest he had ever seen. Sliding his fingers between her flesh and the fabric, he grabbed a bunch of it, and tugged. The panties snapped, and he couldn’t help but smile at how easily they gave way.
He nudged Tamsin toward the bed, she sat down on the edge of it, and this time he did go to his knees in front of her. Lifting her legs so her heels were on the edge of the bed, he spread her legs wide and got to look at her cunt, which belonged to him.
Tamsin is all mine.
My woman.
All he wanted to do was love and cherish her. Mason ran the tips of his fingers up the outside of her thighs and stopped.
Love and cherish. Those three words repeated in his mind. He’d never loved anyone in his life. Nor had he cherished anyone or anything. Maybe his two brothers, but not the same way he felt about his wife.
Tamsin was … everything.
She belonged to him.
He couldn’t help himself when it came to thoughts about her. Belong, want, crave, need, cherish, and love, and so many more thoughts that drove him.
“Mason?” Tamsin asked.
So lost in his thoughts, he had stopped caressing her, but now back in focus, he started to travel up her thighs, moving to the front and then going toward her pussy. He touched the lips of her sex, spreading them open, and he stared down at her precious, slick cunt.
His mouth watered for a taste, and he moved in close. He slid his tongue through her juicy cunt, brushing around her clit, then going down toward her entrance. Going back and forth, up and down, he drew every piece of pleasure from her. She moaned his name. Her body shook beneath the onslaught of his tongue.
He slid his hands beneath her ass, gripping the flesh, holding onto her like she was an offering just for him.
Mason pressed his face against her pussy, licking and sucking at the tender flesh. She moaned his name, begged for more, and then he heard the slight catch in her throat and felt the change within her. She was about to orgasm and he pushed her right over that edge, where all she could scream was his name. He loved the sound, especially when it was with the edge of pleasure that no one else could get her to feel but him.
Mine.
All fucking mine.
Mason was never going to share her. He needed to keep her and hold onto her. She was his precious woman.
And when she couldn’t take any more, he pressed a kiss to her cunt, and then began to move her up the bed. Once she was against the pillows, he pulled back and stood at the base of the bed. He couldn’t take his gaze off her as he started to remove his clothes, one by one.
He loved the way she looked at him, as if she couldn’t get enough of him. Did she feel the same way? Did she feel drawn to him?
Mason didn’t know and he wasn’t going to ask her. In that moment, he couldn’t bring himself to know the truth. If she didn’t feel the same way about him, then it was just him, and he couldn’t stand that.
The moment he was naked, he closed the distance between them again and stared into her eyes.
“Do you want this?” he asked. In truth, what he wanted to ask her was, “Do you want me?”
“Yes.”
“Good, tell me if you ever don’t.” He reached down between them, grabbing his dick and moving between her spread thighs. Rocking the tip between her slit, he nudged her clit and heard her slight intake of breath as he bumped her sensitive nub.
Mason was tempted to give her a second orgasm, but his own needs consumed him, and he slid the tip of his cock down, going toward her entrance, and then inch by inch, sunk himself inside her.
He watched her, checking for any signs of pain, like there had been the first night he’d taken her virginity. There was no pain, just pleasure, and he was completely enraptured by this woman, and he didn’t want to look anywhere but at her. She was stunning, beautiful, and he cherished her.