Page 122 of Word to the Wise

And in Mason’s arms, I’m safe.

He sets me down on my feet, and tugs at the bottom of my dress, stripping it all the way off.

“You’re a fucking goddess, you know that?” He runs his hands over my curves, pausing to grab my bare ass.

“Is that so?” I reach behind me and undo my bra, tossing it to the side. “Worship me then.”

“Fuck.” Mason groans, dropping to his knees.

He presses my back against the cool glass, and his mouth finds my nipple. His tongue runs slow, sensual circles over one while he pinches the other.

I’m climbing so slowly, it’s a tease.

As he continues to toy with my nipple, he reaches down to peel my panties to the side, dragging his fingers through me.

He drives them in and out, slowly building me up. My head rests back against the window, and he works from one nipple to the other as he ignites my core with his movements.

I’m riding his hand, desperate for the friction and barely holding back. His touch steals my control. And when he lifts one of my legs to hook it over his shoulders, I shudder. His tongue moves to my heat, and he licks my pussy like he really is worshipping me.

Circling my clit and then teasing the path down until he’s slipping his tongue in with his finger. Tasting me, taking me.

There’s barely enough time to grip his hair before my knees start to cave. I’m on the cliff, breeze on my face, and he’s driving me straight off it.

My man, kneeling before me. Adoring me. Reveling in every little sound I make.

He curls his fingers and sets me off. I’m a rocket floating into outer space. He doesn’t let up on the pressure ashe rides me through every wave. He makes me feel it all, and I dig my hands in his hair to hold on.

I’m still pulsing when Mason stands up and pulls down his jeans in the front, releasing his hard cock. In one swift move, he picks me up and shoves me down on him. The full force of him impales me, stealing my breath away.

He fucks me against the window, and people could see us if they really cared to. But I don’t mind. I want the world to know this is the man for me. The man who loves me with a pure heart and fucks me so good that I’m already on the verge of coming again.

“Ride my cock. Come for me.” He holds my back to the window while I circle my hips.

I grind myself over him, chasing his pleasure.

“That’s it.” He grabs my breast, working my nipple between his fingers. “You’re so pretty when you’re being greedy with my cock. Fuck what’s yours, Reed. Claim me.”

Grabbing his shoulders, I slide up and down his thick shaft. So full, I’ll never get enough of him as I seek out my pleasure.

“You’re going to make me come.” He groans.

Tipping my forehead to his, I plant a kiss on his lips. “Come with me.”

Mason takes control, holding my hips and pounding into me. Brutal thrusts strike every nerve. He fills me. Consumes me. He kisses me and becomes my air. He becomes my heartbeat.

I shatter, squeezing him so tight, a growl vibrates his chest. And then he’s spillinginto me.

I’m crushed between his body and the glass, the city beneath us, and I’m still catching my breath as he slows. The urgency fades, and he drops his forehead to mine. His burning blue gaze sears into me as he watches my climax flush my face. He hands me every good feeling I’ve been desperate for.

And he makes himself mine, so I allow myself to be his.

“I love you.” Tipping my chin up, I kiss him.

And there’s nothing veiled in my words. It’s my whole heart, confessing what he means to me. I love him for who he is and who we are. I accept his darkness, and he accepts mine.

From the roots up.

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