Page 103 of Shamed
But I don’t want to.
I shift so I’m in position above him, taking his length in my hand and closing my eyes when I press it to my opening.
I’m actually doing this.
I lower a fraction, feeling both the stretch around his cock and some of the lasting effects ofthat nightmelting away.
“Jesus, fuck. How can it already feel so damn good?”
Eyes fluttering open, I take note of the sweat beading along Mase’s brow and his jaw clenching so tight I bet it’s painful. I’m sure he’s holding himself back from thrusting up into me.
I lower another couple of inches, a shaky breath pushing past my lips. I feel so incredibly full of him.
“Look at you,” Mase murmurs, voice thick and gravelly. “Beyond gorgeous while taking back your power. Don’t let him have it anymore. Take it.”
I drop the rest of the way, his words an aphrodisiac to my soul. “Oh, god,” I breathe out at the same time Mase’s teeth clench tight.
I’m not letting Dylan have this power over me anymore.
The significance of this moment sends moisture to the backs of my eyes that I try to blink away.
“Thank you,” I mumble softly, though I don’t know if he knows what I’m thanking him for.
I never thought I’d enjoy something like this again. I never thought I’d enjoyanythingagain, but here is this beautiful man, bringing me back from the dead piece by piece, refusing to let me deteriorate.
“I’ve got you, Jayne.”
Hands resting on his chest, I lift up again before lowering, feeling the rub of his cock inside me. I repeat it over and over, working my hips up and down, moans and grunts and loud breaths filling the room.
Eyes rolling back, Mase groans. “You’re doing so good.”
Wanting to be closer, I fall forward to kiss him again, holding his face in my hands.
Our lips move, tongues dance, bodies joined together.
Pulling back, I stare into his midnight eyes, finding a look I can’t decipher buried in their inky depths.
“Are you okay?” he breathes.
I realize my hands are shaking, but it’s not from fear. “Yes. Very.”
Our lips connect again, the kiss turning more heated than meaningful while I rock my hips, grinding into him.
The double stimulation has the sparks of an orgasm building in my core, a flush spreading across my skin. I grind harder, my face falling into the crook of his neck.
“Fuck, Jayne.” Mase’s voice is raspy beside my ear. “You tear me to pieces. And it’s never felt so damn good to be broken.”
I can’t make sense of his words, but I’m too close to ecstasy to even try.
My hips jerk faster, fingers threading through the strands of his hair to grip, while I fall deeper into bliss.
“I’m holding on by a fucking thread,” Mase groans, the cuffs clanking. “I’m going to come so hard inside you, but you need to go first.”
I was already on the cusp, but his words have me tumbling over the edge. A shockwave of pleasure shoots through me at the thought of him coming inside me, making my eyes roll and mouth part on a moan. Stars burst behind my eyelids, every part of me buzzing with euphoria.
“Yes. That’s it. Good girl.”
Unable to hold back any longer, Mase starts thrusting his hips, hitting a spot inside me that triggers another orgasm. Ormaybe it just prolongs the first one, who knows. My body feels like a livewire, every touch and stroke setting it off.
