Mason (Carter Brothers #2) - Lisa Helen Gray Page 0,80

I swear, I don’t need to have a mirror to know how red I am right now. I can feel the flush on my chest, rising up my neck to my face.

“Mason,’’ I plead, for what I’m not sure.

He chuckles, his warm breath fanning my sex and I buck again, my sex moving closer to his awaiting mouth.

When he doesn’t make a move for a few seconds, I lift my head, but with my bump in the way I can’t see what he’s doing which just makes me wetter. I’m about to ask when I feel the vibrations become harder, stronger, and I squeal out in surprise, the pleasure something I never felt before when I used one.

Maybe it’s because Mason is in control, my mind wonders.

His breath is against my clit, but his one hand is between my legs, holding the vibrator as he starts to thrust it in and out. I cry out, my hips bucking so wildly that Mason has to use his other hand to press down on my hips, but it only causes me to cry out louder.

“Oh God,’’ I moan loving the feel of him, but the moan soon turns into another cry of pleasure when his tongue reaches my clit, flicking it once, twice before I feel myself tighten.

“Touch yourself,’’ I beg, needing him to be pleasured by this too. It’s the one thing I’ve always fantasised him doing, but he never did. We skipped most of the foreplay, too desperate to get each other’s clothes off.

His moan against my clit sends a new wave of pleasure and I have to grab onto the sheets to try and keep myself grounded, wanting to wait for him.

“Are you touching yourself,’’ I gasp out, needing to know so I can picture him.

“Fuck! Denny, you’re killing me,’’ he groans out, but then he moves into a kneeling position, I gasp in pleasure seeing his hand wrapped around his meaty, thick erection and I lick my lips wishing I could get my taste of him. It’s only fair since he tasted me.

“Stop looking at me like that Angel, I’ll end up blowing my load,” he breathes out, his hand on the vibrator twisting a little to give it a new angle, the thrusting picking up along with the speed of vibrations.

“Oh God Mason,’’ I cry out, wanting him. “I want to touch you.’’

Thinking he’d refuse, I’m surprised when he moves, not removing the one hand from the vibrator as he moves closer towards my head, lying on his side.

He gives my belly a light kiss before his fingers touch my clit and I moan out, wetting my lips when I turn my head, his cock near my mouth. I don’t hesitate, although I should because I’ve never done this before, but something inside me is begging to do it. So I take his cock in one hand and run my tongue around the tip, the saltiness hitting my taste buds.

I have to quickly remind myself of what I read and when I do, I try taking, but with the way I’m laying, I’m not able to take him all the way. I’m lucky if I get halfway before I start gagging

With my lips wrapped around him and the feel of his fingers torturing my clit and the vibrator between my legs, I can feel myself building up, ready to explode.

“Fuck, I’m going to come soon, are you close?’’ he asks, his voice ruff and husky.

I moan around his cock which causes him to groan. “If you don’t want me to come in your mouth let me know now, babe.’’

I don’t bother answering; I just take him a little deeper, ignoring the cramp in my neck. As soon as he realises I want him to cum in my mouth he groans, exploding. The taste isn’t as horrible as every makes out it to be, it’s gone as soon as it’s swallowed, and that’s what I do, swallow. I’m also trying to focus on licking it all up, another thing I read in one of my smutty romance novels. Only it’s not as erotic as they made it out to be. I try my hardest to concentrate, but with his fingers, the vibrator and him cumming in my mouth, I’m ready to explode and all it takes is Mason to pinch my clit hard for me to explode, my mouth pulling away from his cock, crying out it in pleasure. My back hits the mattress properly and I cry