Page 11 of Rough Marshal Daddy
I can’t hold back anymore.
I cup her face with both hands, thumbs brushing away the last traces of tears on her soft cheeks. Her skin feels like silk under my rough palms. Then I lean down and kiss her.
The moment our lips meet everything else disappears. She tastes like salt from her tears. Her mouth is soft and warm and opens for me immediately, a small surprised sound vibrating against my lips. I groan low in my throat, deepening the kiss, my tongue sliding against hers with a hunger I’ve been fighting for days. She melts into me, hands sliding up my chest to grip my shoulders, pressing her body flush against mine.
The kiss isn’t gentle. It’s days of tension and fear and raw need exploding between us. I tilt her head back, taking more, claiming her mouth like I’ve wanted to since the moment I first saw her on that porch at Haven 7. She whimpers softly, the sound going straight to my already aching cock. My hands slide down her back to grip her waist, pulling her tighter so she can feel exactly how hard I am for her. The thick length presses against her stomach, throbbing with every heartbeat.
Riley kisses me back with surprising heat, her tongue tentative at first then growing bolder. The chemistry between us ignites like gasoline on the fire. Every brush of her lips, every small sound she makes, every press of her soft body against my harder one builds the fire higher. Her nipples tighten against my chest through the thin shirt. Her hands slide into my hair, tugging gently, and I growl into her mouth, the sound raw and possessive.
We break apart only when we both need air, foreheads pressed together, breathing hard. Her lips are swollen and pink, eyes dark with the same need burning through me. The cabin feels ten degrees hotter. The generator hums steadily. Warm air blows across our skin.
“I’ve wanted to do that since I first saw you,” I admit, voice rusty and thick. My hands stay on her waist,thumbs stroking the soft skin under the hem of her shirt. “You’re under my skin, Riley. Have been from the start.”
She looks up at me, lips parted, breathing fast. The trust and desire in her eyes nearly undo me completely. The storm may be easing outside, but the one building between us is only getting stronger.
11
Riley
The kiss lingers on my lips like the sweetest kind of fire, warm and tingling long after Mason pulls back. My whole body feels alive in a way I’ve never experienced before. Heat pools low in my belly, heavy and aching, spreading through my veins until even my fingertips feel sensitive. I’ve never been kissed like that. Never felt this desperate, throbbing need between my legs, this slick warmth that makes me press my thighs together without thinking. I’m a virgin. I’ve read about this kind of desire in my spicy books, but living it is completely different. It’s overwhelming. Consuming. And it’s all because of him.
Mason stands in front of me, chest heaving, his magnetic eyes dark with the same hunger I feel burning inside me. His hands are still on my waist, large andrough, holding me like he can’t quite let go. The cabin air feels thicker now. My head spins. The generator hums steadily in the background, sending warm air through the vents that brushes against my skin like a caress.
I step closer, pressing my body against his, feeling the hard ridge of his erection against my stomach through our clothes. It’s big. Intimidating. And it makes me ache even more. “Mason,” I whisper, my voice breathy and needy. “Don’t stop. Please. I’ve never felt anything like this before.”
He groans low in his throat, a deep rumbling sound that vibrates through his chest and into mine. His fingers flex on my waist, digging in just enough to make me gasp. For a second I think he’s going to kiss me again, to keep going, but then he pulls back slightly, like something in him snaps back into place at the last possible second.
“We should make something to eat,” he says, voice rough and strained. “You need your strength.”
I shake my head quickly, rising up on my toes to chase his mouth. “I’m not hungry.”
His eyes darken further, pupils blown wide. He looks at me like he wants to devour me whole. “Well I am,” he growls, and before I can process what’s happening he bends down and lifts me clean off the floor.
I let out a surprised squeak as he throws me over his shoulder in true caveman fashion, one big hand gripping the back of my thigh to hold me steady. The world tilts and my stomach flips with excitement. His shoulder’s solid and warm under my belly, the muscles flexing as he carries me across the cabin like I weigh nothing. My hair falls forward, brushing against his back, and heat radiates off his body through his shirt.
“Mason!” I laugh, half shocked and half thrilled, my hands gripping his shirt for balance. The sound comes out light and bubbly even though my heart is racing.
He doesn’t answer with words. He just carries me to the big bed and drops me down onto the mattress. I bounce once on the heavy quilts, the fabric soft and cool against my back. Before I can catch my breath he’s on me, crawling over my body like a predator, his massive frame caging me in. The weight of him presses me into the bed in the most delicious way, his hips settling between my thighs so I can feel exactly how hard he is for me.
“Been trying to keep control,” he rasps, voice low and filthy as he looks down at me. His eyes burn with hunger. “But I can’t anymore. Not with you looking at me like that. Not when I can smell how wet you are for me already.”
Heat floods my face and between my legs at his words. No one’s ever spoken to me like this. It should embarrass me, but instead it makes me even wetter, a fresh rush of slick heat soaking my panties. I reach up and pull him down into another kiss, desperate and messy. His mouth claims mine, tongue sliding deep, tasting me like he owns me. One of his big hands slides under my shirt, rough palm gliding over my bare stomach and up to cup my breast. His thumb brushes over my nipple and I arch into him with a whimper, the sensation shooting straight to my core.
“So sensitive,” he murmurs against my lips, pinching the tight peak gently. “These pretty tits have been teasing me for days. So soft and perfect.”
I moan into his mouth, my hands sliding into his hair and tugging. He kisses down my neck, stubble scraping deliciously against my skin, leaving a trail of heat and little marks that make me shiver. When he reaches the collar of the oversized t-shirt he growls in frustration and sits back just enough to pull it up and off me in one smooth motion. Cool air hits my bare breasts and I gasp, nipples tightening even more under his gaze.
“Fuck, look at you,” he says, voice thick with desire. “So beautiful. My innocent little one with these perfect tits just waiting for Daddy’s mouth.”
The wordDaddyslips from his lips and sends a fresh wave of arousal through me. I’ve never wanted anything more. He leans down and takes one nipple into his hot mouth, sucking hard while his tongue swirls around the sensitive peak. I cry out, back arching off the bed, hands fisting in his hair. The wet heat of his mouth is overwhelming, each pull sending sparks straight between my legs. He switches to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, his free hand kneading the one he just left.
“So sweet,” he growls against my skin, biting gently then soothing with his tongue. “Taste so fucking good. Been dying to get my mouth on you.”
He kisses lower, lips and tongue tracing a path down my stomach. Every press of his mouth leaves a trail of fire. When he reaches the waistband of the sweatpants he looks up at me, eyes blazing.
“Lift your hips, baby.”
I do as he says without hesitation, lifting so he can peel the pants and my panties down my legs in one go. The cool air hits my exposed pussy and I shiver, suddenly shy. But Mason makes a low sound of approval that chases the embarrassment away.
