Page 70 of Kings Have No Mercy
“Since apparently we still haven’t cleared things up,” he says. “Maybe this will.”
He swoops in and captures my lips in a hard, unrelenting kiss. I gasp at the shock of it, trying to orient myself, but having no such luck as Mason sends me reeling. He licks my bottom lip and then sucks it between his teeth for a playful bite.
I almost jerk back, then realize I’m trapped. I’m stuck between the bed and the warm weight of his muscled body.
My heartbeat soars into overdrive as we fall into an enthusiastic rhythm. Mason leads, his mouth plundering mine, his hand gripping my hip and pressing me into the mattress.
Oh sweet Jesus.
Need pulses through me. Awakened and intense, it fills me ’til I feel like I’ll burst.
My body aches for it. His touch. His kiss. His dick.
It becomes the only thing I can think about. The thing I want most in this moment.
I moan and grind against him, my pelvis and his pelvis aligned. He wedges himself between my thighs, his erection heavy and rock hard, and kisses me thoroughly—he goes from my lips to my throat and then dips lower. He charts a path down my breasts and stomach, pulling up the thin cami I’m wearing to bed.
My fingers dig into his tattooed skin, and I sing his praises with my moans. Moans that soon turn into pants at the feel of Mason’s rough hands on my soft thighs. He pries them apart wider and then tugs at my panties.
I lift and twist my hips to help him. We had sex earlier, but damn if I don’t need another round.
It’s written on my face as I gaze hazily up at him and try to catch my breath. I expect him to go to town, pull out his dick, and pound away ’til we’re both exploding.
Instead, Mason flips me onto my stomach. My hips are dragged backward ’til my legs bend and I’m propped up on my knees. It happens in such a fast and fluid motion that I barely recognize what’s happened.
That my body’s tilted as if I’m doing downward dog during yoga. My bare ass is perched in the air, and Mason’s positioned directly behind me with a full view. I ball my fingers into the sheets and shift my body, distantly aware of how it must look from his perspective—my naked ass shaking right in front of him, almost tauntingly.
He rumbles out a growl more startling than thunder, and just when I expect him to fill me with his thick cock, I’m proven wrong again.
Mason grips my ass and tongues my pussy from behind.
“OH!” I gasp out in surprise at the feel of his warm, wet tongue. “Ohhh, Mace… fuck, yessss…”
It’s the only thing I can think to say as he tongues my pussy and squeezes my ass within the powerful grip of his hands.
He’s all in from the first lash of his tongue. It works it in a sweeping motion that grows more intense the more pressure he applies.
I close my eyes and ride the pleasurable waves washing over my body. I sink into the feeling of his mouth devouring my pussy. The clench of his palms spreading my cheeks apart. Even the scratch of his beard on the underside of my thighs.
Overwhelming is an understatement as my body thrums with ever-increasing pleasure—enough pleasure that I’m clutching the bedsheets and grinding back against his face.
There’s no other way to put it.
Mason Cutler makes love to my pussy with his tongue.
If such a thing were ever truly possible, this would be it.
No one has ever eaten me out the way Mason does, with such an intense passion and enthusiasm that it’s like he’s spent his whole life training for this moment.
I’m a mess as I finally surrender to the pleasure. It consumes me in a spine-arching, thigh-quivering thrash of my body. All decorum is lost in the breathless cry I let out, slumping against the bed once he’s through with me.
Or so I think.
Body buzzing and mind hazy, I’m wrought with pleasure, ready to curl up and doze off.
But Mason’s just getting started. As I crawl toward my pillow, he drags me back toward him, canting my hips up higher.
He leans over me, his larger body swathing over mine in a mass of heavy, warm muscle.