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“Fuck,” he grits out as his cock jumps in my hand. “You’re incredibly good at that. You’re also very wet. I can smell you.”

I don’t bother to release his finger to answer. My panties are soaked, and I’m not even a little bit ashamed of the fact. I continue to stroke and suck, reveling in the amazing feeling of his smooth, steely cock in my hand and his finger in my mouth.

After a minute, I feel movement below. The sound of the belt hitting the floor and his widening stance tells me his jeans are off. Mason is completely naked, and I’m still fully dressed, right down to my purse dissecting my breasts.

The imbalance feels deliciously decadent, if a little unfair. I forget all about it when he starts to pump his hips, fucking himself between my fingers.

“I’m going to come in your hand. You’re going to let me.” Before he’s finished saying the words, he’s increasing the tempo. My fingers automatically grip him harder, and I know he’s right; I’m going to let him.

Fucking hell. What’s wrong with me? For the first time in my life I want to give pleasure, utterly and completely without taking any for myself. And it’s not because I feel I owe him for Montauk.

No, right here, right now, all I want is to please him, to satisfy that ravenous hunger in his eyes, the voracious edge that’s riding him and sending tremors through his hot body.

More pre-cum coats my fingers, and I spread it over his rod, my wrist working harder as I keep up with the almost frantic rhythm of his hips and the finger fucking my mouth.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispers into my ear. “Do me like that. Work me harder. Faster!”

My cheeks are beginning to burn with the pressure of sucking him, but I keep at it, a part of me reeling with the fact that I don’t want to disappoint him.

I flick my tongue against the pad of his finger, and he releases a deep groan. His eyelids flutter as my left hand grips his balls harder, stroking the smooth skin in tandem with my hand pumps. “Ah, Christ, I’m going to fuck you everywhere. I’m going to spend hours imprinting myself on every inch of your body. But for now, I want you to watch me come for you. See how much you please me.”

With that, he pulls his finger out of my mouth and spreads saliva all over my lips before he lets go of my chin. He plants his other hand on the door and levers himself slightly away from my body.

My eager gaze drops and I gasp when I see his cock for the first time.

The thickness I already know about, but he’s also long and lightly veined, with a beautifully sculpted head I simply need to wrap my lips around.

I feel his blood surge beneath my touch and I know he’s coming. My head snaps up and he’s watching my face, his eyes half-shut and heavy with the pre-orgasmic wave riding him.

Slowly, his mouth parts on a long, breathyaah,then he says my name.“Keely.”

I’m filled with a rush of power for a single, mind-blowing second as I glimpse a strange, incandescent light in his eyes. Then the power is ruthlessly snatched from me when he surges forcefully between my fingers, and an animal growl rumbles from his throat.

The first thick spurt hits my covered belly, followed by several more. Warmth seeps through the thin cotton of my top and soaks my skin. He jerks in my hold, his whole frame caught in a series of mesmeric spasms as he covers my front in cum.

His eyes are still staring into mine when his shudders die down, and I can honestly admit that it’s the hottest thing I’ve experienced so far in my life. That is, until he leans forward and catches my lower lip in a less-than-gentle bite before sliding his tongue over the tingling ache.

“You were magnificent,” he mutters against my mouth.

The silky hairs of his trim beard tickle my skin, but before I can respond, he steps away and leaves me sagging against the door. I get a load ofhisfull magnificence a second later as my eyes take in his warrior-like glory for the first time.

God.

No wonder the man is arrogant and infuriating to a huge fault. With a body and face like that, not to mention his blue-blooded pedigree, Mason Sinclair has a hell of a lot to crow about.

He’s sleek, smooth muscle everywhere. Powerful thighs rise to lean hips and a short thicket of hair frames his thick cock and balls, lending his godly body a weirdly earthy roughness that makes him even hotter in my eyes.

He takes another step back and slides not-quite-steady fingers through his hair. “Come into the kitchen so we can get you cleaned up,” he says, his gaze dropping to my stomach.

I look down and see the patch of wetness on my cream top. There’s also a couple drops of semen on the marble floor and my body reacts heatedly to the evidence of his release.

My gaze returns to find he’s watching me. He’s also getting turned on again if the thickening between his legs is any indication. My mouth waters as I watch him, and he holds out his hand to me.

“Come.”

I straighten from the door and thankfully my legs support me. When I reach him, he hooks his finger beneath the strap of my purse and pulls it over my head.

“Do you have your phone?” he asks.