Page 113 of Shamed
With eyes dark as night, he frees his hand from my core and brings it to his mouth, sucking his fingers between his lips.
A desire-roughened groan escapes him, then he’s releasing my hands and yanking at my leggings, pulling them down toreveal my pussy. I help kick them off the rest of the way, and before I can even register what he’s doing, he’s burying his head between my thighs.
I’m not sure who makes the loudest sound when his warm tongue glides from my opening, all the way up to my clit, then back again. This is the first time anyone has licked me before.
“I fucking knew it,” he mumbles to himself, lapping at my juices. “You taste divine.”
He devours me, licking and sucking my sensitive flesh and driving me crazy, building me back up again, right before he lifts his head and drags his tongue over his lips, dark eyes glazed over.
“I want you, Mase.”
Next to go are his shorts, removed in a rush of frantic movements before he falls over me, pressing my hands to the mat again.
“Yes,” I whisper, my voice breathless.
Lips ghosting mine, he maneuvers his hips until he’s lined up.
There is no finesse in the way Mase enters me, just the raw, basic instinct to fuck. He pushes all the way in with a guttural sound, my body barely moving under his weight and stare.
“Jesus,” he chokes out, holding still for half a second before moving again.
His thick length is an intrusion I’m still not accustomed to, but welcomed all the same.
Each thrust is hard, like a lifetime worth of pent-up need and want is coming out all at once, anger and relief mixing together.
And god, it turns me on knowing I’m the cause of it, knowing I’m helping him break through his fears.
This is his first time without handcuffs.
The grip he has on my hands tightens.
I’m not scared, though, not worried he’ll do something to me against my will. He’s not the man he thinks he is. I want it all from him.
And he’s helping me, too, whether he knows it or not.
Lifting my legs, I wrap them around his waist, moving along with him.
Dark eyes sear into mine, half concerned and half consumed by lust.
Damp hair falls in waves over his forehead, his teeth gritted as we rock together.
His cock rubs against my inner walls, my already stimulated clit getting worked by his groin. Every pound of his hips brings me closer to coming a second time, whimpers spilling from my mouth.
I like the feel of him inside me—losing himself, finding himself.
Mase releases one of my hands to slide his arm behind my neck and grip my opposite shoulder, then releases the other so he can grip my collarbone, keeping me in place while he fucks me deeper, his movements urgent.
He slides his knees forward, changing the angle and going harder.
I gasp as he hits a perfect spot, setting off my second orgasm.
My body flushes hot, pleasure filling every crevice, the slightest touch of fear at his hold on my neck adding to the sensations. My moan vibrates against his hold as I come, and he drops his forehead to mine, panting. “Fuck.”
His hips jerk a few more times until I feel warmth spill into me, his cock pulsing with his release. A deep groan rumbles from him, his lips brushing against mine in a non-kiss as he rides out his orgasm.
Eyes closed, his brow still rests against mine, cock buried deep inside, and chest rising and falling as if he was just running for his life. My breaths are still coming fast, my body feeling languid.
Finally lifting his head, he locks eyes with me, an array of emotions floating to the surface.
