“Fuck,” I cry and my body bows. My spine curls, melting into him, giving in to my excruciating desire for this beautiful monster.
My fingers rake into his hair, pushing his head into my breast, as I bite my lip and move myself up and down his cock.
“Good girl,” he whispers against my flushed breast. “Show me how much you want your king’s cock.”
And just like that, I’m wetter than I have ever been before.
Damn it.
I do as he commands. Yearning for that praise, I beginrocking my hips at an angle, my nails digging into him for balance. The soft fabric of his boxers lets me feel every part of his huge cock as I helplessly grind myself all over him—like I’m in someone else’s body.
A slow, dark heat pools inside me as my movements begin, shoving the edge of his boxers down, pushing them lower and lower, digging for his hard shaft. It’s so hot I’m surprised my panties haven’t caught fire already. A little part of me desperately wants them to burn, then melt and vanish.
His naked cock rises from his boxers, as hard as a stone pillar, the tip edging into the side rim of my panties. Slowly, it breaches the threshold, turning me into a moaning, spluttering mess.
Crowding my underwear and forcing my pussy lips apart, his cock rises until he’s fully wedged in, and I’m rubbing my arousal up and down the entire length of his shaft.
“Fuck me, Eva,” Mason hisses against my nipple.
His head snaps up, fingers knotting the back of my head in a tight hold as he watches me shamelessly grind against his cock, continuing on my mission of self-degradation.
“You see why I have trouble believing you are fucking virgin, right?” he growls, his eyes turning dark and feverishly intense.
Sliding a finger under the top band, he pulls my underwear down, slightly, just enough to see his crown kiss my clit. Again and again.
The hunger on his face is a brutal, mesmerizing sight.
“You should come with a warning label, little dove,” he groans. His fingers clutch the fragile silk, tight. “I deserve a medal for not ripping these panties and fucking this beautiful cunt,right fucking now. Unless you’ve changed your mind?”
I shake my head, even as I rock my hips, chasing my peak.
“Open your mouth,” he grunts. My lips part slightly, and he sticks his thumb in. “Suck.”
I do. Wrapping my lips around the base, I suck it in, tasting his intoxicating whiskey and smoke. It’s familiar, nostalgic.
With his free hand, he grabs my waist and starts moving me faster. So fast, fire licks my skin with every brush against him.
“Fuck.” Mason’s head falls back, his face twisting in erotic pleasure. Like a god, pleased.
That look, that face, is enough to undo me. My mouth falls open on a cry I can’t hold in any longer. His hand, slathered in my saliva, wraps around my jaw and juts it up.
“Eyes on me, princess.” His gaze flares. “I want to see the Etheridge pride melt in these ocean eyes when you come for me.”
A powerful wave builds inside me, rising like the tide, heat pooling between my legs, stronger than ever. He thrusts his cock against my clit again, and I’m done. Held under the weight of his gaze, fisting his shirt, I fall apart, whimpering his name.
“Fuck,” he grunts as his warmth fills my underwear, ruining what’s left of them when the frail band finally snaps, and his cum floods both of our thighs and on my sheets. All over my nightdress.
My body shakes from the orgasm so hard I would collapse onto him if he weren’t holding me up.
He fixes my gaze—the fire in his eyes still alive—then looks down.
“Look at the mess you’ve made.” He smiles, gathering his cum from my thighs between two fingers, working his way up. “Didn’t I make it clear: you have to clean up your mess?”
Without warning, he shoves two fingers inside my wet pussy.
I gasp.
This is the first time anyone has touched me here. The first time my pussy had something to clench around. And it’sclenching—my walls grip him for dear life. My jaw drops in a raspy moan when he drives his fingers in and out, slowlyfucking his cum into my pussy, then goes back for more. Every thrust, unbearably hot.
