Page 21 of Stolen Holidays (The Miller Brothers #5)

Mason leans over and yanks the string of lights off the mantle. “Arms behind your back.”

I immediately obey. The thought of being tied up by my husband makes my nipples harden and my pussy wet. Liquid arousal drips down my inner thighs as Mason gently wraps the cord around my wrists.

“Too tight?”

“No.” My heart races and my breaths come in quicker. Anticipation makes my skin prickly.

Mason scoots his ass to the edge of the couch, giving me and my stomach enough room to be comfortable while I’m on my knees. He leans back against the pillows with a smoldering grin that makes my clit pulse. “Go on then. Suck.”

I lean forward, and my hair falls around me like a curtain as I wrap my lips around the head of his cock.

Mason smooths my hair back and wraps it around his fist, giving himself a clear view of his dick in my mouth.

I slide down his shaft and suck. My spit pools in my mouth and drips down his length as his salty and masculine taste coats my tongue.

Eyes closed, I hum in approval at his delicious and potent flavor.

“Look at me, Baby Doll.”

I obey, locking onto his dreamy orbs. His irises swirl with a heady mix of dominance and desire. I watch as his eyelids grow heavy. Without the use of my hands, my job gets harder, but I’m not one to back down from a challenge, and my goal is to get Mason to break.

I don’t just bob his cock; I undulate. Hollowing my cheeks, I alternate between sucking and massaging his dick with my tongue with each pass.

“Fuck, Em. It’s too much,” he grits out.

His rough whisky voice drives me to go faster, deeper. Mason’s control slips, and he starts to thrust his hips. The tip of his cock bumps the back of my throat, and in a surprise move, I relax my throat, letting him past the ring of muscle. My nose grazes his pelvis.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he shouts, ripping me off his cock with a pop.

I stare at his lipstick-covered cock and pout. “Why did you stop?”

“Because I’m not about to come down your pretty throat when I promised to fuck you hard enough that you’ll feel me all day.”

“Mmm,” I moan as I rub my thighs together, searching for friction to take the edge off.

Mason doesn’t miss my reaction and grinds his teeth, barely keeping his cool. “Stand up,” he grunts, the demanding tone I associate with sexual pleasure slipping out as easily as breathing.

There he is.

“So bossy,” I purr.

Mason fights a smile as he helps guide me to my feet. His fingers curl over the top of my panties as he peels them off my hips and slides them down my legs. I step out of them and wait, my hands still tied behind my back.

“How are your wrists? Do they hurt?”

I tug on the cord. The string of lights isn’t tight enough to feel suffocating or loose enough to escape. “No, they’re fine.”

“Good.” Mason exhales a cleansing breath and slips back into bedroom boss mode. “Turn around and face the wall.”

I do as instructed.

“Good girl.”

His hands find my hips, and his scorching heat seeps into my flesh as he steers me backward until the back of my knees hit the couch. One hand disappears from my waist.

“Slow,” he grumbles as I lower into a squat with his help.

The tip of his cock bumps my entrance. I moan his name as my pussy slides down his tip an inch.

He grips my wrists in one hand and my stomach with the other as he pushes me forward.

“If at any point you feel uncomfortable, you tell me to stop.”

My chest heaves as I pant for air like I just ran a marathon. “Okay.”

“Brace yourself.” Mason tugs me back, and I fall down his length in one fell swoop.

We both hiss as my body wraps around his extensive girth like a glove. I freeze, adjusting to his size.

“Fuck, Emery. I’m not going to last. You’re too fucking tight,” Mason groans and rests his forehead on my back. “Please tell me you’re okay.”

“So full. I need you to move. Please.” My pussy pulses, and arousal pools around our connection.

Mason chuckles. “Then move. Take what you want, Baby Doll.”

“That’s not what I want, and you know it. Now fucking fuck me already,” I growl in frustration.

Mason grunts a laugh. “You asked for it now, wife.”

Below my breasts, he grips my ribs and lifts me into the air. As I fall back, I slam down onto his cock as he thrusts upward, expelling the air in my lungs. Mason repeats the move, and with each thrust, his cock hits deeper, and I get wetter.

This is the piece of Mason I have been missing for the last few months. The part of him I fell in love with and never want to lose. He’s a beautiful juxtaposition of a man. Rough, loving, demanding, tender. Everything.

“So close.” I’m teetering on a tightrope as my orgasm builds.

Mason knows exactly what I need. He slips his hands between my legs and finds my clit, swirling the sensitive bundle of nerves with the pad of his middle finger as he continues to thrust up into me. “Come for me. Come all over your husband’s cock.”

I moan his name. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to Mason’s dirty mouth, and I hope I never do. I love how he surprises me.

Fire licks my skin as I climb towards the peak of pleasure. Everything about this moment is perfect. The pressure on my clit. The deep-seated strokes of his thick length. It’s everything.

“Yes, oh yes,” I chant as I come apart in a spectacular flash of sparkling fireworks.

“Fuck yes. I love when your pussy squeezes my dick, begging for my cum.” Mason’s cock swells inside me, and the steady rhythm of his thrusts becomes disjointed. He firmly grips my stomach and pulls me down onto him as he comes inside me with a satisfied growl of my name.

Our movements eventually come to a stop, and Mason unties my hands.

He brings my arms to my sides and massages my wrists and biceps. “That was amazing.”

“It was,” I pant, trying to catch my breath.

“Are you okay?”

I lay my head back on his shoulder. “I’m so good.” I chuckle. “That was exactly what I needed.”

“I’m glad I have a happy wife.” He peppers my neck and shoulder with kisses. “Time to get cleaned up.”

“I don’t think I can move.” My body feels like it’s on fire and made of Jello at the same time.

Mason chuckles, and his hot breath fans across my shoulder, making me shiver. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” He lifts me from my position on his lap and carries me to the bathroom with ease, where he takes his time and tends to every inch of my skin.

And as I curl into his side for the night in our bed, I’m reminded of just how lucky I am to have fallen for one of the best men on the planet. A man who will be the best father to our son. A man who would do anything for his family.

My bossy man.