Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 131821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
My eyes open, and I watch as he strips to his briefs, shaking in anticipation of what’s underneath, but he just climbs over the tub, lowering into the water, a clear sign he meant what he said. This is all about me, and he’s making sure of it…even if I wish he wouldn’t.
My disappointment must show, because Mason lies back in the steamy water, his hands running seductively down his chest until he’s gripping himself over his briefs. “Come here, Payton. You know the deal.”
A quake shakes my spine, and I nod. “Twice and then…”
“And then,” he rumbles, closing his eyes a moment as he strokes himself. “Hurry, baby. I’m so fucking hard for you.”
I step up to the tub, and Mason raises his free arm, so I slip my hand into his, easing into the water. He spins me, lowering me so my head can lie on his chest.
He grinds up into me, and I moan, pressing back. “Feel that, Pretty Little? Feel how hard my cock is?”
“Yes.”
“It’s all for you.”
“Yes.”
His fingers glide along my arms, lifting and wrapping them around his neck from behind. His teeth sink into my forearm, and then his hands are sliding down my stomach. “I’m going to fuck you with my fingers, Pretty Little. First one, then another, and if you’re good, I’ll stretch you with a third.”
My toes curl, and I clamp my teeth closed, heated desperation filling my every pore. “Mase. Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please.”
“Say it. Tell me what you want me to do to you. Tell me what you need.”
“I…” My chest flames. “I want to come.”
He growls in my ear, and then his finger is pushing into me, his other hand tugging at my nipple.
My hips buck instantly, my body eager for anything he’ll give it.
A second fingers pushes in, and I cry out, shaking when he takes my hands and places them over my own breasts.
“Play, baby,” he murmurs, and then his other hand joins the first between my legs.
His fingers pump rhythmically slow and perfectly in sync with the way he rubs my clit. Before I know what I’m doing, my palms are squeezing my own breasts.
I squeeze hard, and then my knuckles glide along my nipples. I moan, so I try something else, twisting them, gently at first, but when the sensation mixed with Mason’s work between my legs sends sparks of heat down my spine, I do it harder, tugging, and my body quakes.
“Did my girl find something new she likes?” He kisses my neck.
“Y-yes.”
“Do you want to come now?”
“Please.”
“Okay, baby.” He shifts. Another finger presses into me, and at the same time, he pinches my clit, hard, and heat erupts, bursting and spilling through me.
“Mason,” I moan, my body thrashing in the water.
His name from my lips has him groaning into my ear. He bites down, and a second wave crashes through me.
He lets me ride it out, his breathing heavy in my ear, a tempting, tortuous sound I want more of. It’s raspy and thick, heady. He’s sure to leave his lips right there, pressing against my pulse, and when he sucks, I squirm some more.
He’s so hard beneath me, and if I move just right…
Mason’s arm locks around my stomach, holding me still. “I don’t think so, baby. I told you. I’m in charge right now, and right now I say it’s all about you.”
“But it would be for me.”
“No.”
“I want you, Mase,” I beg.
He hums in satisfaction, sitting up higher in the water and taking me with him. He curls over me, shifting and taking my shin in his hands. His lips take mine in a slow, methodical movement that has my every muscle going limp in his arms. It’s like a slow dance of tongues, and I reach for more when he gently tugs away. “You’ll have me, but I need this first. Can you give me what I need, baby?”
God, his voice drips with sex, and my thighs are clenching all over again.
His deep chuckle tells me he knows, and then he’s squirting soap into his hands, gently messaging my shoulders, his rough fingers drawing across my collarbone and down to my breasts. He teases my nipples, softly and then roughly, before abandoning them altogether.
Mason washes every part of me he can reach, kneading my scalp and rinsing us with a new wave of steaming water.
I’m a moaning mess at his mercy, and he seems to be living for every second of it, relishing the fact that he’s making me feel so good. “You’re really good at this.”
“This is just the pregame warm-up.”
A low laugh leaves me, his cocky response just as hot as his dirty whispers. “So are we warming up for the kickoff?”
“Nah.” He shifts, crawling out from behind me so his big body is now hovering over me. “We’re headed for the Super Bowl, baby, and watch me bring it home.”