Page 86 of Thirst For Me
She cries out—that soft, sexy, broken sound that means she’s in pleasure.
I’m a connoisseur of it by now.
My head spins as she squeezes me inside. “Fuck, baby. You’re so tight. So fucking wet for me ...”
“Yes,” she sobs. “Fuck me ...” She spreads her thighs, grabs my ass, and digs in her nails as I thrust.
Slow, luxuriating in the feel of her as we kiss. Deeper. More passionate now. Tumbling into each other.
Then faster and faster as we lose our breath.
“You want to come again?” I whisper against her lips.
“Yes.Fuck, Mason . . .”
My balls tighten when she says my name. And this wicked euphoria is gathering in my chest, at the base of my spine, in the base of my cock ... fuckingall over. Tingles are spreading all over my skin.
“Good, baby,” I pant. “Come for me.”
She whimpers as we strain together, deeper and harder, and I feel it when she reaches the edge. She bears down on me, squeezing. Her breath catches. She gasps for air.
“Yeah. Good girl,” I coax her, kissing her neck. “Come all over my dick.”
She moans.
Good thing she likes my dirty talk, because I can’t stop.
“Fuck, I can feel you coming,” I groan as she spasms around me. This time as she comes, she moans helplessly, a sound that sends shivers down my back. “Your pussy, squeezing me ...” Her hips snap up to meet my thrusts, and I close my eyes, reveling in her pleasure.
I keep fucking her, deep and slow, and she trembles with aftershocks even as she starts to go limp.
“Mason,” she gasps. “Come. I want you to come.”
Fuck, therush. When she gasps my name.
When she asks for my orgasm.
“You want it?” God. I can’t stop. I mean, I can. I will.
If she wants me to.
“Yes,” she breathes. “It’s okay. I’m on birth control.”
Harder, I slam into her. Still slow, but deep, my own arousal ramping up to the brink. “Are you sure?”
“Ungh,” she groans in pleasure as I pound her. “Yes.”
“You want me inside?”
“Yes.” She grabs at my ass, clutching, pulling me closer. “Gimme ...”
And that does it.
My resistance is gone.
A few more thrusts—and my cock stiffens. Pulses. Pleasure surges through me as I unload inside her with a groan.
I’m lost in it for a long, breathless moment, inher, as I empty myself out. Wrapped in her arms, our damp bodies entwined as my heart slams.
