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“Right there, Liv,” he says, breathless, panting. “Right. Fucking. There.”

The rhythm of my sucking and stroking picks up speed. I flick my tongue across the head of his cock. Suck. Flick. Suck. My movements are almost mechanical, robotic, as I focus on making this all about him.

“Fuck,” he grunts.

I take him deeper into my mouth, preparing for his climax.

Wanting to take it all, feeling frenzied and free for the first time…perhaps ever.

His balls are tight, his cock engorged—but just as I think he’s going to spasm into an orgasm, he pulls out abruptly. I feel the loss as sharply as if he cut me off from oxygen.

My heart beats with worry. “Is something wrong?”

His mouth twists into a wicked grin. “Not a damn thing.”

I’m so relieved to hear the lust in his voice that it takes me by surprise when he grabs my wrists, lifts me to a standing position and guides me to the bed, his still erect cock poking against my ass. Gently, he turns me around, palms my breast, and then bends to take my nipple between his lips. My body ignites.

He suckles each of my breasts, alternating between his mouth and his fingertips, sending ripples of pleasure to my core. With his free hand, he traces a path from my hips, across my stomach, and between my thighs. He rubs my pussy, knowing exactly how to touch me, firm and confident but not overly aggressive.

With every touch, my orgasm begins to build, the battle to control it, derail it, becoming more difficult to fight.

Mason gently pushes me back onto the mattress and spreads my legs. His hands wrap around my ankles, pinning me in place. “The sweet scent of your pussy has been teasing me since yesterday.” His tongue darts across his bottom lip. “I dreamed about it. About you. I need to know if you taste as good as I imagine you do.”

Fuck, yes. I want this so badly.

The only thing I desire more than his tongue on me, is his hard, thick cock pushing into me and going as deep as it can go.

He kneels on the floor and dips his head between my thighs. My entire body vibrates with lust and a yearning so intense, it makes my head spin. His tongue trails up along my calf, and circles my knee. Every nerve ending snaps awake. I arch into the mattress and curl my fingers into the bedding, squeezing tight to ease the ache in my pussy. The anticipation is so intense, my orgasm builds with alarming speed.

Mason’s teeth nip at my inner thighs and then suddenly, without warning, his tongue plunges into my cleft. I gasp out loud.

“I was right about the sweetness,” he says, voice muffled against my pussy. He licks again, twice more, each time dragging his tongue through my wet slit with delicious skill.

He takes my clit between his lips. I begin to pant, and then almost grunt. He sucks harder, drawing the tiny, sensitive nub into his mouth, mashing his face against my swollen vulva.

The stimulation is too much, too soon, and too fierce. My knees go weak and I suffer a sudden, juddering climax that is so sharp and unexpected it almost hurts. I grab Mason’s head, meaning to yank him off, but my hands pull him closer instead.

Even though my flesh feels like it’s on fire, I’m acutely aware of how his hair feels on my fingers, the herbal scent of his shampoo.

“It’s too much,” I cry out, wriggling frantically as the suction on my clit increases.

But instead of letting go, he slides his hands around my hips to clutch my butt and plunges his tongue deeper. My body jerks and bucks, but he hangs on like a lifeline, digging his fingers into my flesh, pressing and probing with his tongue until at last, I can no longer hold it.

As waves of pleasure undulate through me, I thrust my hips, pushing my pussy to his face, and bite hard to temper my scream.

Chapter 14

Angry voices cut through the hazy remnants of my dream. I lift one eyelid, squinting into the sunlight which streams through the open curtains. For a second, I’m not sure where I am, but when I roll onto my back, my backside ignites as if on fire, and the evening’s events come flooding back.

A lazy smile curls my lips up as I remember with vivid detail the feel of Mason’s agile tongue between my thighs. My pussy, sore from being devoured, clenches with the memory. I curl the pillow to my chest, and burrow my face into it, as though to trap my smile. I’m practically giddy.

But the grin fades when I recognize the voice outside the door. It’s Lucas, and he sounds mad as hell. I sit upright, straining to hear the loud conversation in the hall.

“What the fuck is she doing in your bed?”

“What the hell does it matter to you?” Mason’s tone is tight with tension, and it makes my heart thump a little louder. “I don’t question who you fuck.”

I pull my knees up to my chest and hold my breath.