Page 55 of Freaks Of Nature

I move my fingers in and out in a smooth motion, building on the cresting surge in my core. I feed into it. My hips roll in sync, grinding back at him.

My eagerness earns me a moan, and Mason’s heavy hand on my throat shifts, stroking me encouragingly.

The sound of his praise resonates in my chest. He fuels my climax without touching me. He’s in my head.

Sloshing sounds carry to my ears with the suction. I’m knuckles deep, my palm curved over my clit, buthe’sthe one taking me there,hisdemand,hisvoice.

“More!” he growls. “Let me feel you come.”

My muscles clench around my fingers as his words push me over the edge, and for a few seconds, I stop breathing entirely. My body convulses.

“Good girl.” His right hand gives my throat another praising squeeze, but his fist relaxes in my hair. “That’s one down.”

Then his grip locks around my wrist, and he tows me to the bedroom.

Mason whirls me around him, backing me up toward the foot of the bed before his hands seize the hem of my top. He rips it over my head, then does the same with his hoodie and T-shirt in one go.

Stepping into me, one strong arm looped around my waist, he urges me backward onto the bed.

The mattress creaks with our combined weight when his mouth dips to my breasts. He suckles one, then the other, swirling his tongue around the pebbled nipple.

I whimper, arching in pleasure against his hold on me while scooting my ass toward the headboard to give him room.

His free hand slides up my thigh. With his other arm bracing my back, he pulls my underwear down one-handedly before settling fully between my legs.

The only thing I got left on are my skirt and combat boots.

Mason releases my nipple. Keeping up the assault with his tongue, he licks a trail along my stomach. His eyes flit up to meet mine, the dark green appearing almost black as he circles my belly button slowly.

I don’t miss the wicked glint. His hands slide under my ass, and I bunch the sheets at my sides to brace myself for his dive under the pleats.

A high-pitched yelp breaches my lips. His firm hold keeping me from squirming, he seals his mouth to me, hot and wet while he lashes out with his piercing.

Holy fucking shit!I shatter almost instantly, my hips bucking off the bed in spastic motion, fists clenching the sheets.

Mason lets me ride out the shivers against his tongue before rising. “Fuck, you look hot like that, baby girl.”

Moving up, he sinks into my shape. “You’re a man’s wet dream,” he groans, lowering his mouth to mine.

He rocks the hard bulge of his fly against my tender parts but then stops and lifts abruptly. “I want you to see what I see, Em.”

Mason rolls off. Propping himself up at the headboard, he pulls me back against his chest, spreading my legs.

Oh God!He has us facing my floor-length mirror across the room.

“Watch!”

As his left hand slides around the front of my throat, he takes my right hand, lacing our fingers, and guiding them to my awaiting pink flesh.

His coarse stubble scrapes along my jaw with intent. “That’s mine, Emily,” he declares, his breath hot at my cheek while teasing me with a soft touch.

Leading me, he traces my seam front to back, spreading me open.

“And you’ll remember that every time you come.” Then he pushes into me.

I draw in a breath as I stretch around our combined fingers. Mason moves them in and out, catching the sensitive bundle of nerves at the cusp on each stroke.

“Do you feel my brother’s cum inside you?” he asks, thrusting deeper. “Mixing with mine?”