Page 66 of Kings Have No Mercy
His tongue. His hands. His damn groans of pleasure.
All of it.
It undoes me. It makes my pussy throb.
I groan along with him as he kisses up my jaw and grips my hips. I’m filled in the next second, impaled by his thick girth.
Stars shoot before my eyes and my pussy flutters tightly around him.
Mason loses it, drawing his hips back and slamming into me whole. He makes no sense as he fucks me, grunting and groaning broken words. All over the slap of our skin and squelch of my soaked pussy.
“So fucking good.”
I whimper in answer, rocking with him. My fingers glide over his scalp and hold his face close to mine.
He fucks into me like a man no longer able to hide the beast inside. It’s hard and unforgiving, his hips fast and his dick forceful tunneling into me. His grip squeezes my flesh enough to bruise, holding my hips and thighs. Groping my breasts.
I take it all with a wanton shudder, riding his aggressive wave, and swimming in the tingles it gives me.
“So fucking wet.”
His teeth scrape my skin. My nails do the same. He plants himself whole and bottoms out and we sing together. I’m shaky and sweaty, rocking with him, feeling fuller than I’ve ever felt, that I can only wrap my hands around his muscled back and grip him.
“So fucking deep,” he growls, then he pounds into me some more.
He goes so deep I’m sure he’s about to split me into two.
My orgasm washes over me in a hoarse scream. He shuts me up by pressing his lips to mine and pumps into me like a feral beast holding nothing back.
’Til he comes and realizes last second what he’s done.
“Fuck!” he groans, then he kisses me. Sloppily, with his tongue in my mouth. “Your pussy’s so good, Syd. So fucking good… I wasn’t supposed to… but I had to come inside.”
I can’t even be mad at him. I’m just as scrambled as he is.
When we part, we’re still so dazed we stand nude behind the bar counter.
In my breathless state, I slide my gaze up and down Mason’s naked, muscled body glistening in sweat. My hypersensitive, overstimulated pussy clenches at the sight. Even his damn still-huge-while-flaccid penis turns me on all over again.
How I’m so instantly turned on so quickly, seconds after we fucked, I have no idea. No other man has ever had me feeling like this much of a sex freak…
I clear my throat, force myself to chill, and bend down to collect my clothes. “I… wasn’t expecting that.”
“That makes two of us.”
“Mason,” I sigh, stepping into my panties, then pulling on my bra. “What the hell are we doing? These hookups have been intense. So has hating you. Then we… we kind of got along… and I kind of liked it. But now…”
Mason scrubs a hand over his face. “It’s been a rollercoaster.”
“I don’t know if I can keep doing it—this. It’s too intense.”
“Syd—”
“You’ve got me confused!” I blurt out. “One second we’re hot. The next we’re cold. Then we’re hot! I need consistency!”
He hooks me by the waist and surprises me with a kiss. It ends before I’m ready for it to, but it’s affectionate enough that I’m staring at him wide-eyed afterward.
“That consistent enough?”