Page 95 of Freaks Of Nature

Mason’ strokes me relentlessly. My body starts to tremble under the tension. I’m so close to coming again. My muscles grow stiff. I feel it peaking—

The orgasm crashes down on me more intensely than anything I’ve ever experienced. The ground under my feet disappears along with everything else. My vision goes black.

My awareness slowly returns with Mason’s coaxing voice. “Come back to me, baby girl.”

I feel his thumb brushing my cheek, his hand no longer covering my mouth.

I jerk awake and suck in a breath. Mason’s gloved fingers stretch across the front of my throat, but his hold is gentle when he twists my head toward him.

His eyes sweep over my face, and a hint of surprise flickers in them, like he didn’t expect me to climax that hard.

The corner of my mouth twitches with amusement. I feel high.

My right hand lifts, and I tug down his mask, revealing a wicked grin.

It only flashes for a second before his lips crash down on me.

“I’m not done with you, Em,” he says, his mouth open over mine.

His tongue flicks at me, and his kiss turns fierce, picking up the heat right where we left off when I passed out. “You’re going to look so good on your hands and knees out here.”

I whimper as the image forms in my mind.

His grip releases my throat, and he nudges me to the ground, my hands already out to brace myself when he settles on his knees behind me.

A heavy palm flattens my chest. With his knees pinning my legs closed, he rips my panties down my thighs.

The cool forest air licks at my wet seam, heightening my sensitivity, and I know it’s all part of his strategy. Everything about Mason is primal and raw, and I ache for it. He makes me feel alive in a way only he can.

He proves it with a slap to my pulsing flesh.

I cry out as the strike ignites a sharp sting through my core. My hips rock under the torment, chasing my climax. My legs tremble.

“Not yet, baby girl,” Mason chides.

He pumps two fingers into me, then pulls them out.

“Mmmh.” I hear him groan as he sucks them clean. “You taste like heaven, baby.”

His belt clanks as he unfastens it and frees himself of his restraints. Then the thick head of his cock crowns my opening.

My breath catches in my throat. Mason thrusts into me in one long moan that sends shivers up my spine. The momentum pushes me forward. My knees and hands skid in the dirt, a hot burn flaring from the friction.

He retreats and drives in again, so deep and harsh I can’t draw air into my lungs.

His right hand reaches around to my clit, flicking his fingers over the swollen nub. “Whose name are you gonna cry out, huh?”

“Yours, M-Mason,” I wail, tears blurring my vision as I jerk into his touch.

“That’s right. The devil has come to feast, baby girl. And I’ll have my taste. Again,”—thrust—“again,”—thrust—“and again.”

He follows up with more punishing thrusts, each one so deep my vision fizzles, and I see sparks. “I should’ve drawn you like this, baby girl. You’re so fucking beautiful on your knees for me.”

Twigs crunch somewhere up ahead.

I lift my eyes enough to see Ash leaning against a tree.

“Let’s make him watch you come for me,” Mason grates out.