pulsed and clenched down on nothing. Understanding her need, Mason shushed her, soothing her with a hot, open-mouthed kiss. But his hands weren’t so gentle. He took both her wrists in one of his, pinning them over her head.
“I’m going to take you now,” he whispered in her ear. Laila gulped, nodding in wordless agreement when he paused, hovering.
Mason muttered something that sounded like ‘Thank Christ’ before flexing his hips, driving his cock past the threshold of her aching sheath. But it wasn’t an easy breaching. Her core wasn’t precisely untried. A slim vibrator was lying in a shoebox under the bed, but her little toy was just that—a toy. At least it was when compared to the thick reality pulsing against her skin. So, despite her almost-desperate welcome, her body resisted him.
Laila could feel Mason hesitate. Determined not to let him stop, she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him close. A whimper escaped as the broad head of his cock pushed past the tight entrance of her channel.
Mason sucked in a breath, freezing with predatory stillness. Laila’s heart nosedived in her chest. For a split second, she worried he was going to withdraw, leaving her alone and cold.
Apparently, though, she misread his intentions. Whatever internal battle Mason’s brain waged, he’d already lost. “Sugar, look at my cock. Watch me take you.”
Whimpering at that testosterone-filled order, Laila glanced down, her eyes fixed on his shaft, which was slowly disappearing into virgin territory. “Oh God, please, please,” she cried out incoherently as his hips pressed flush against her.
“I’m going to give you what you want, sugar. Never doubt that,” he said roughly.
Crying out in relief, she clutched at him as he began to thrust, sinking deeper and deeper. Whatever pain she felt began to fade with each slippery glide.
Mason was too tall to kiss her lips in this position, but that didn’t stop her from kissing him. Laila opened her mouth against his chest, grazing his collarbone with her teeth.
Even though Laila still hurt, her hunger was stronger than the pain. She had been in love with this man for the better part of a year. If she could have, she would have taken a bite of him, consumed him whole.
Her small show of aggression seemed to inflame Mason. He picked up the pace, pumping faster. His rhythm wasn’t easy or gentle, but she didn’t care. Laila had waited too long for his. She was too hungry. Acting on instinct, she tightened her inner walls experimentally, squeezing hardest when he was deepest. Mason swore, his head thrown back.
“Be careful what you wish for, baby,” he warned with a hiss, his eyes molten silver. Hitching her legs tighter around him, Mason started to thrust, one hand holding her wrists pinned to the bed.
Frantic now, Laila threw her hips at him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Bliss fizzed in her veins as she rocked with him, greedily absorbing every surge and stroke until she, too, was moaning, pulsing and fluttering all around him.
He let go of her wrists, maneuvering her knees a little higher.
“Are you close?” he breathed in her ear. “Or do you need me to fuck you harder?”
Laila cried out as Mason ground against her, pelvis stroking her clit in time with his thrusts. Blindly bucking against him, she gasped as the knot of pleasure in her core began to tighten like a spring winding tight.
“That’s it,” Mason breathed, his hips driving into her relentlessly. “That pink pretty pussy needs it deep. It needs my thick cock to fuck it hard, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, yes,” she pleaded, her nails digging into his back.
The tight coursing pleasure splintered, breaking her open as she screamed out Mason’s name.
It was nothing like the brief climaxes she’d experienced on her own. This was nothing less than rapture, a paroxysm of pleasure. And it went on and on because Mason kept pushing, grinding and stroking with his hands and cock until she collapsed underneath him in a sweaty, boneless mess.
But Mason hadn’t come yet.
Laila hadn’t known if she would be aware of the moment Mason orgasmed. Rosamie had frequently complained about her ex’s stealth climaxes. Most of the porn videos she’d watched on lonely solo nights also seemed to corroborate the fact men didn’t do big finishes. But there was no doubt with Mason. He didn’t come—he exploded.
Swearing a blue streak, Mason buried his hands in her hair as his thick shaft jerked and pulsed inside her, setting her throbbing again. His arms and chest went