Page 146 of Shamed
Knowing he’s that turned-on from just tasting me pushes me to the very edge, my mouth parting with a mewl.
I lose it when he releases my breast to insert two fingers inside me. I cry out as euphoria fills me in waves, my thighs clamping against Mase’s head.
But he doesn’t stop, not until he’s squeezed out every drop of pleasure he can wring from me and I’m a pile of boneless limbs.
He’s not done, though. Standing, he licks his lips clean, cock long and hard in his hand with pre-cum on the tip. “I could survive on your taste alone for the rest of my life.”
Dark, lustful eyes drift down my body, his nostrils flaring when they reach my crooked underwear where he pulled them aside.
I quickly grip the sides and slide them off, watching his gaze darken even further, then take my bra off, tossing it to the ground.
This is the first time I’ve been completely bare in front of him, and it feels . . . invigorating.
Reaching out, he glides his hands over my naked flesh, making desire bloom fiercely all over again.
Since this angle is all wrong to get him inside me, I push his hands away and wriggle off the counter, turning around in front of him to lean against it, then I look at him over my shoulder.
A low rumbling sound comes from his chest before he curves his body over mine, lining up his cock from behind.
Gripping the back of my neck, he connects our mouths as he thrusts in, swallowing every cry, every whimper, and moan he forces out of me with the pump of his hips.
We haven’t done it like this before, and the way he’s filling me is all new and delicious.
Somehow, I forgot just how stretched and full he makes me feel.
Mase pumps into me with deep strokes, hitting hidden places I didn’t even know existed.
His other hand slips around to grip one breast, then the other, before gliding down my stomach to rub my still sensitive clit.
“I want you to come again,” he murmurs against my lips.
Releasing my neck, he bands his arm across my stomach to pull me even closer, then presses his forehead between my shoulder blades.
His other hand continues working at my clit while his cock fills me deeper, the sounds of our bodies coming together filling my apartment.
Heat sizzles across my skin, pleasure tightening my core once again. My fingers curl on the kitchen counter, nails digging into my palms.
His name is a chant on my lips.Mase. Mase. Mase.
I clench tight around his length, the sensations increasing with each drag of his cock along my walls. He pulls me tighter, his labored breaths hot against my back, and I can’t hold back anymore.
I come with a loud cry, ecstasy coursing through me like a tsunami.
Mase must have been holding on by a thread, because his hips start jerking wildly, his grip becoming iron.
Then, with a roughened growl, he’s emptying himself inside me. I feel his cock swell and pulse with his release, his warmth filling me.
Moments pass while he stays buried inside, his mouth pressing soft kisses over my slickened skin. I want to stay here forever with our bodies connected, never getting dressed or going back to reality.
But I know we need to talk.
Finally, he slowly pulls out, and I feel the cool air replace his heat.
Lifting his boxer-briefs, Mase presses them between my legs, while I’m still sprawled over the counter. “As much as I love watching my cum leak out of you, I figured you wouldn’t appreciate it dripping down your legs.”
Contentment calms my breathing, and I smile lazily as he cleans me, quiet filling the air.
But that calm and quiet is quickly broken with a squeal when he smacks my bare ass cheek after tossing his underwear back on the ground.
