Page 33 of Beautiful Disaster

That’s my sign to stop. I don’t want him to come yet.

“Oh, come on!” he complains, making me chuckle.

“We’re not done. Don’t worry, you’ll come… eventually.”

“Psh… I see how it’s gonna be.”

I sit up on my hands and hover over him. “Get used to it. I’m going to edge you often.”

He rolls his eyes and frowns. “Of course you are.”

“There’s that adorable brat that I’ve quickly gotten to know.”

I lift his legs and push them back. “Now, behave and hold these back for me.”

He pulls his legs back without complaint.

“Have you ever been rimmed, Jinx?”

He bites his bottom lip and looks away.

“Answer the question.”

“No,” he says with a sigh. “Girls never wanna.”

I’m not surprised he hasn’t. Good. More firsts for him.

“Buckle up, then.”

Chapter 10

Jinx

So much shit is swirling through my fucking head, making it hard to focus. Part of me wants to panic, and it’s taking everything I have not to. The other part wants to give him everything of me. When he started kissing my scars and saying those… words, all I wanted to do was shut him the hell up. I don’t want to feel shit right now. All I’ve been doing since I got here is feeling shit. I want to shut up my brain for one fucking second.

But as soon as the flat of Mason’s tongue swipes over my hole, everything goes silent. All I’m focused on is the arousing sensation.

That’s it.

That’s exactly what I need.

Despite the overly exposed position, I pull my legs further back.

He moves away and fingers my hole, swirling it around the muscle. “You like that?”

“More. I need fucking more,” I say.

“Say, please.”

I blow a raspberry and sigh. “Please rim me some more. Please!”

Mason blows on the spot he licked, sending chills throughout my body. I shudder and groan when his magical tongue is on me again. He swirls, licks, prods, nips. I’m almost drowning in pleasure. I’ve never felt anything like it. Where has rimming been all my life?

Have I played with my ass? Sure. A tongue? There’s no comparison.

I’m writhing, spreading my legs, pulling them back.

“I need more,” I blurt.