The Price of Mason (Forbidden Men 10)

“Stop!” Reese shrieked suddenly. “Wait, wait, wait.”

I froze, looking into her eyes for signs of pain or distress. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Are you okay? I thought you said—”

When I began to pull out, however, she only locked her thighs harder around me, keeping me right where I was.

“No, shh, I’m fine. I’m fine,” she panted, though she looked scared shitless. “I just…I need a moment. I wasn’t expecting it to be so… You’re so big. Bigger than…” She met my gaze and blinked. Then she blinked again. Something in my expression must’ve reassured her once more because just like that, her inner muscles that had been locked hard against my intrusion seemed to shift, relaxing enough as if willing to accept more. Then her thighs opened and her chest arched as her hips undulated against me, drawing me in deeper, moving to gain more friction. “Mmm.”

And holy shit, it took everything I had not to dive, and pump, and fuck the shit out of her. But I somehow managed to keep absolutely still until she physically slapped my shoulder, yelling, “Move, move, move.”

That was exactly what I wanted to do. “But you just told me to stop.”

Eyes widening with outrage, she grabbed my hair and pulled as if trying to yank me into motion. “Well, now I need you to move. Oh, God. Please hurry. I feel so… I’m so… Jesus, what are you doing to me?”

Though my body strained for fast and hard, no way was I going to scare her again. I watched her closely as I pulled out and just barely rocked in again.

She pulled my hair some more, arching and moaning. “More.”

I grinned. This was definitely my Reese, there was no mistaking that. She put every emotion right out there for the world to see, hiding nothing. And I loved it. Taking my feet off the floor, I crawled the rest of the way onto the bed with her because I wasn’t messing around any longer. Then I gripped the pillow by her face and moved how I wanted to, slamming into her with the full force of my hips.

“You confuse the hell out of me, Teresa, Reese, or whoever the hell you are,” I panted out and shook my head as I continued to pound. “But I still can’t get enough of you.”

She grinned and threw her head back, meeting my thrusts just as hard as I was giving them. So I picked up the pace, slapping even more roughly into her. Then I shifted her so I could go deeper. When I saw h

er jerk in surprise as I hit a new spot, I knew I’d found my pot of gold. I attacked it, making sure I hit it again. And again. And again. God, yes, I had her number now.

She thrashed her head from side to side, and her thighs went taut around me.

“You feel so good, so good,” she gasped. “So good.”

She was there, right on the edge of euphoria. And it was magnificent. It made me just as close to coming.

“Christ,” I groaned. “Don’t say shit like that to me when I’m already on the edge. You feel good too, Reese. So…goddamn…good. But I don’t want it to end yet.”

She nodded as if to agree, only to mutter, “Oh, screw it,” right before she clutched my ass and pulled me in to the hilt and kept me there, deep inside her, grinding. “We can have long, drawn-out slow sex later.”

“Promise?”

She nodded. “Yes. Yes. Right now, just light me up. Please.”

That, I could do. “On it,” I said, driving her to the peak. Then I sank my fingers into her hair and held my cheek next to hers as I rasped into her ear, “I love this. I love you. You are so beautiful.”

“I love you, too.”

Just when I was about to press my thumb to her clit, she came.

“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.”

“Jesus, Reese.” I followed her off the cliff, pulsing inside her with an orgasm that would’ve blown the top off my head had I been a cartoon character.

“Oh…my…God,” she breathed one last time before we both finished.

I collapsed on top of her.

For some reason, I felt so good and sated, with not even a bit of filth or self-disgust I’d always felt before at moments like this, that I started laughing.

Because this was…

Amazing.