Page 82 of Word to the Wise

All the signs are clear. Mason was meant to be a part of my life in some way.

His tongue meets mine, and he tastes like the spearmint gum he was chewing before he went into the house to get the markers.

His hands rake up my back, and he wraps himself around me. My shield from myself on days when I’m tearing apart.

I’m frantic as I dig my fingers into his scalp, and he arches me so he can kiss a path down the center of my throat.

“Mason.” I groan when he pinches one of my nipples.

I’ve always been self-conscious about my chest, but Mason appreciates my breasts. His large palms cup me, and his fingers dig in as I circle my hips in his lap. He leans back in the lounger, toying with my nipple.

His blue eyes burn bright as he watches me roll my core over him, and he sees me like I’m worth looking at. With the intensity that has me desperate to reveal all sides of myself to him.

Reaching for the hem of my shirt, I strip it off and toss it to the side.

“You’re testing my ability to be a gentleman, Reed.” His stare falls to my breasts.

“Don’t be a gentleman then, Mason.” I grip his shoulders, circling my hips again. Leaning in, I run my tongue over his lower lip until he steals it, sucking it into his mouth.

This man brings my body to life in ways I didn’t think was possible.

I drag my fingers along the scruff on his jaw when he breaks the kiss. “I’d rather you fuck me dirty.”

Dirty.

Unapologetically.

Like he’s craving me as much as I crave him.

“Yes, ma’am.” He grabs my ass and lifts us up, spinning us around until my back hits the cushions. “You should really be careful what you ask for.”

He rips my pajama shorts down my legs in one swift move before he stands to strip off his own shirt, revealing every carved inch of his chest in the moonlight.

“What’s the fun in that?” I tease my lip with my teeth.

He reaches for his belt, and I sit up, stripping my bra off and appreciating how he can’t take his eyes off me. His focus has my nipples pebbling. And my core throbs at how slow he’s sliding his zipper down.

Mason pulls his cock out, wrapping his hand around the thick shaft. A bead drips from the tip, and he strokes his thumb over the slit. I’m desperate for him to take me, to fill me. But he’s patient, pleasuring himself to the sight of me first.

My tongue darts out, and I wet my lips. A move that has Mason grabbing me by the throat to pull me closer.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me, Reed?” He angles my chin up, slowly painting my lips with what’s dripping out of the tip of his cock.

“Yes.”

The veins in his forearms pop as he tightens his grasp on his shaft. “Even if I want to fuck the back of your throat until you’re crying for me?”

He shoves his thumb into my mouth, forcing it open.

“Yes,” I mumble around it.

“Good girl.” He drags his thumb out, and then he’s thrusting his cock in.

He’s so large, he stretches my lips, and my jaw aches almost instantly. I’m trying my best to wrap my mouth around him, but I’m fighting for air. His hips thrust forward, and he does what he promises; he strikes the back of my throat, but he’s not even bottoming out yet. His hands find my hair, and I grab what doesn’t fit, stroking him.

Mason finds a rhythm. Choking me with his hard thrusts as I gag, and tears spill down my cheeks. But I don’t pull back, and he doesn’t stop. I want to please him how he needs it.

“Eyes on me, Reed.”