Delivering His Gifts (Mountain Men of Liberty #10)- K.C. Crowne Page 0,33

from my orgasm.

Mason grinned at me and stood up. Sometimes, it was hard to believe how large he was. He was built like a mountain, strong and hard and so many beautiful, curved edges.

I wasn’t completely satiated either - I needed more of him.

I needed him inside me.

He performed a strip show for me, slowly removing his clothes as my body ached for him. But I wasn’t about to rush. I had to admit, seeing him in all his sexy glory was satisfying in its own right.

He removed his shirt first - slowly unbuttoning it until he got to the last one. He let it fall to the floor, exposing that chiseled chest. His tattoos seemed to glisten from the perspiration, dancing across his flesh as he unbuckled his belt.

“Please!” It didn’t even sound like my voice anymore. I sat up in the bed, and I helped him remove his pants until they slid down his muscular thighs, his boxers along with them.

I gasped at the sight of him. Yes, I had felt him before and knew he was endowed but seeing him with my own two eyes was another story. I reached for his cock with two hands, wrapping them around it firmly. I just had to touch it. I leaned forward, ready to return the favor of oral sex, but Mason stopped me by placing his hands gently on my face.

“I’m afraid if you touch me, I’ll blow,” he said. Even in the heat of the moment, he was still an absolute gentleman.

He nudged me backward on the bed until I was laying down. He moved over my body, dotting kisses along my tummy until he was hovering above me, his eyes staring deep into mine.

A swirl of emotions flooded my heart and my mind. I wanted him so badly, and I didn’t just mean in a sexual way. I wanted all of him - heart and soul. But I knew that was just the hormones and the sexual energy talking. It had to be. I hardly knew this man, even if he was the father of my child.

Mason kissed me as our bodies came together. His cock rubbed against my wetness, sliding between my lips. Feeling his warm body against me, I was already on the verge of another orgasm. Every nerve in my body was on fire, every touch sent me a shiver down my spine.

And when he slid the tip of his cock against my opening, I couldn’t help it, I begged some more.

“Please, Mason!”

Slowly, at first, he stretched me open. He pulled back from the kiss, and I watched as his face contorted into a look of bliss. His eyes shut for a moment as he rested inside me, as if savoring the sensation of being sheathed in me.

And then he began rocking back and forth, sliding in and out of my tightness. His movements were rhythmic and perfect for hitting all the right spots. His eyes opened and he stared into mine once more - and I felt lost in those dark eyes, as if I was drowning. But I wasn’t afraid, no, I wanted to be caught up in the current, I wanted to be swept away. And at least for that moment, I allowed myself to drop my walls and let go.

I wrapped myself around him, my lower body arching upward to meet his thrusts. I needed him deeper and deeper inside me. I wanted all of him inside me. I was greedy for his cock.

And Mason was more than happy to give me every inch, thrusting into me with perfect precision as his lips locked on my neck, close enough to my ear that I heard every sound he made - his groans quiet but deep.

I loved knowing that I made him feel as good as he did me. Hearing those sounds brought me even closer to the edge. I didn’t have my shirt to silence my screams this time, but I buried my face into Mason’s shoulder. My mouth opened and I cried out into his shoulder, my nails embedding in his back. If this bothered Mason, it didn’t show. If anything, his breathing grew more ragged, his movements more desperate.

I was close enough to whisper in his ear, to state my demands. “Come inside me, Mason. Please…”

“Danielle…” He groaned, burying his shaft deep inside me one last time.

My pussy spasmed around his throbbing cock. The feeling of his pulsating member filled me full and sent me over the