You Are My Reason - Willow Winters Page 0,19

from the alcohol before but in this moment I’m drunk with lust, and I find it too difficult to care.

“I want to fuck you, Jules,” Mason practically growls. He pulls me into him suddenly and forces a gasp from me as he nips my earlobe. “I want to make you cum so hard you forget everything.”

I moan as my nipples harden and my back arches. “The only thing you need to worry about is remembering my name,” he whispers into my ear, his hands roaming down my waist, stopping at my ass. “Just my name and what I’ve done to you tonight.”

I tilt my head back and everything he’s saying is exactly what I need to hear. “Yes,” I say into the soft breeze that cools my exposed hot skin.

“Only tonight,” he says so low, I nearly miss it. My fingers slip under his shirt so I can feel his bare skin, and it triggers him to pull away from me. Just slightly, only so he can look into my eyes, but I grip him harder. I’m afraid to lose what he’s offering me.

I want him. I want his promise.

I want to forget and feel alive again.

“Yes, only tonight,” I say in agreement and then press my lips to his, moving a hand to the back of his head. My fingers spear through his thick hair as his tongue strokes mine and he lifts me into his arms by my ass.

I gasp at the sudden movement and wrap my legs around his waist. He takes the opportunity to trail open-mouth kisses down my neck and torture my deprived body.

I’m sure of it now. All I need is to be held by this man. Fucked by him and ruined by him.

With my back against the wall of his porch, he slides a hand up my dress and between my legs. Petting me, testing me until the sudden spike of pleasure hits me harder than I expected. He presses his thumb against me just right and my grip on him tightens.

I come alive for him, every nerve ending on fire, ready to burst into a flame so hot I can’t control myself. He doesn’t stop, even as I writhe and beg for him to take me inside. My fingers dig into his shoulders, my nails scratching along his shirt and wishing it were skin.

The pleasure is so intense already. It’s nearly too much. I want to pull away because the inevitable drop from this high is going to shatter me. I’m all too aware of it, but I can’t help myself.

He never stops kissing me as he balances me in one strong arm and unlocks the door. He never sets me down until he has me on his bed.

And he never gives me the chance to think about anything but the desire threatening to destroy me.

He doesn’t take his time with my dress, desperate to have me bared to him. I reach behind me, unclasping my bra as he pulls the lace down my body. His fingers loop around my thong and take it along with the black dress.

My heels fall to the floor with a loud thud. I’m given a quick moment to consider what I’m doing as he pulls his shirt over his head. But instead of giving in to self-doubt, I’m mesmerized by the rippling of his muscles and then by the girth and rigidity of his cock as he shoves off his pants.

It happened so fast. Like a whirlwind of chaos that only surrounded the two of us. The mattress groans with his weight as I prop myself up on my elbows. He slides between my legs, spreading my thighs. My body opens up for him as if he was meant to be there all along. As if my movements are controlled by his desires.

My heart feels like it’s trying to get away from me. His hard, hot body pushes down against mine and I can barely breathe.

My head turns to one side and then the other, feeling the cool sheet beneath my cheeks as he brushes against my slick folds.

“You’re so wet for me,” he says and Mason’s voice is a mixture of wonder and reverence. He captures my lips with his and suddenly pushes his cock deep inside of me, all the way to the hilt in one swift stroke.

I scream out, my neck arching and my back bowing as he stills and gives me a moment to adjust to his size. My breath halts in