“Youloveit like this, huh” I rasp against her neck, tapping rhythmically against her just to hear the sounds she makes. “Getting your pussy spanked while you’re stretched and plugged and fucked so deep you can’t think straight.”
“Yes—fuck, yes—”
She’s so gone, I fucking love it. Moaning, begging for more. Forme.
“I can feel it,” I pant, driving into her harder, the headboard rattling against the wall. “Every time I slap your clit, you clench around me. You gonna come like this, baby?”
“Yes,please—Mason, please, tell me I can—”
I circle her clit in fast strokes, alternating with wet slaps against it, never letting up. Her whole body coils tight, muscles trembling under my grip.
“Then come for me, Frankie” I snarl, cock throbbing as I thrust deep. “Right fucking now.”
She explodes with a guttural cry, her whole body seizing beneath me, spasming so tight I see stars.
“Frankie,” I gasp. “Frankie,holy shit—”
I come with a brutal groan, slamming deep one last time and emptying inside her. Her head drops between her shoulders, breath stuttering as she rides out her high.
And fuck, I’ve never seen anything hotter.
I reach down and give her ass a smack, just to see it tremble under my hand.
She chuckles. “You into spanking pussy, Mason?”
I grin and lean over, kissing the space between her shoulders, my hands travelling up her ribs, cupping her tits.
“You moaned like it was the second coming, baby.”
She huffs a laugh. “Itwasthe second coming. And I cameveryhard.”
“Then yeah.” I bury my face in her neck. “I’m very into it.”
Chapter twelve
Frankie
My legs are still trembling. I think I might be glowing, or actually floating. Or maybe disintegrating entirely, because whatever that just was, it’s rewired my brain.
I feel boneless and overheated, laying on my stomach with one hand fisted in the sheets, the other still loosely clutched halfway up the headboard.
My pulse hasn’t figured out how to calm down yet, still twitching with aftershocks. And Mason is still here.
He hasn’t bolted, hasn’t pulled away. He’s beside me, propped up on one elbow as his fingers trace soft, slow shapes across the curve of my bare back.
His touch is the gentlest thing I’ve ever felt.
And that isdeeplyunfair, considering the fact ten minutes ago he was buried deep inside me relentlessly slapping my clit while my butt plug glinted at him.
My cheeks heat again at the memory. Every part of me feels raw and well-used and achy in all the best places.
But it’s the look on his face, when I slowly turn my head to his, that gets me.
It’s soft and thoughtful, as if he’s purposefully trying to hold onto this moment for as long as possible. Like he’s purposefully trying to hold ontome.
“Too much?” His voice is a low rumble.
I shake my head against the pillow. “Toogood.”
