Truly Yours (Mason & Sophie 2, Roommate Duet 4)

“Wanna see how amazing you taste?” I pop a brow, smirking. When she grins and nods, my smirk deepens before I slide my tongue between her lips and kiss her deeply. Our bodies burn for each other, hot and ready.

“Do I get a turn now?” she asks when we break apart, and I settle my body between her legs.

“I don’t want to come in your mouth, baby, and if your mouth is anywhere near my dick, I won’t be able to stop myself.” I feel her thighs tighten around my waist, pushing us closer together. My cock is aching to be inside her, but I know the moment it feels her soft, smooth pussy, I’m going to lose all control.

Sophie chuckles and blushes, and I love how comfortable we are with each other. Being with someone has never felt this way for me, has never meant this much to me, and now that Sophie’s mine, I’m never letting her go.

Leaning up on my elbows, I reach over to my nightstand and pull out the large box of condoms. She giggles at the size of the box, and I throw her a wink. “Should we see how fast we can go through it?”

“If you just bought it, why was the box already opened?” she inquires, raising an eyebrow.

“Because I imagined myself scrambling to open it in the dark and didn’t want to embarrass myself,” I tell her honestly, chuckling.

Once I have a foil packet, I lean back on my knees. “Let me,” Sophie says, pushing herself up. I give it over to her and watch as she pulls my boxers down, then strokes my cock. I moan at her touch, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. My willpower is about to snap, so I stop her and tell her she better hurry. She slides it down along my length, and I nearly hiss at how amazing her hands feel on me.

I reach for her T-shirt and pull it off her body, and then she lies back, bare and waiting. Kicking off my shorts the rest of the way, I tower over her as she rests her legs on either side of me.

“I love you,” I whisper, brushing strands of hair from her cheek. “So damn much.”

Sophie reaches for me, pressing a hot kiss to my lips. “I love you, too. So much it scares me sometimes.”

“Don’t be scared, sweet Sophie,” I tell her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I’m yours.”

“And I’m yours,” she repeats the words that melt my jaded heart.

Then I position myself against her entrance and slowly slide into paradise. Her breath hitches as her head falls back, and I sink deeper. Fuck, she’s so goddamn tight. Sophie widens her hips for me as I grab her wrists and pull them above her head, linking our fingers together.

“You feel so good,” she mutters when she looks into my eyes. “Faster, Mason.”

I gradually increase my pace, sliding my hand down her arm, then cupping her breast and teasing the nipple. Her tits are so soft, and her skin is so smooth. I want to devour every inch of her. Kissing along her jaw and neck, Sophie brings a hand down my back, encouraging more. I know she’s not fragile, but knowing what she’s been through, I can’t fathom causing her any amount of pain.

“Harder…” she says, panting. “I won’t break, baby.”

Pulling back until I can look into her eyes, I frown. “Sweetheart, I know you won’t, but I don’t want to hurt you. Even if it’s meant to bring you pleasure, the thought of hurting you tears me apart.”

“You could never, Mason. As long as I’m with you, I feel safe and secure. But you don’t have to hold back. Stop handling me with care.” She pleads with her gorgeous brown eyes.

“I only want to make you feel good, Soph,” I tell her.

“You do. Fuck, you do.” She arches her hips with a moan. “But I want you to give me all of you. Take me like you really want to. Hard, deep, fast, rough—I want it all.”

Jesus Christ.

Her words barely leave her mouth before I’m pulling out and ramming back inside her. She groans at first, tightening her hands on my arms, and then releases a long-drawn-out moan. I palm her breast, my fingers digging into her soft skin as I feel her explode, squeezing me like a vise grip.

“Oh God, yes…” The corner of her lips tilts up in a flirtatious smile. “More, Mason. I want more.”

I lean back and push her knees to her chest, then drive back inside her.

“Hold your legs, baby,” I order, thrusting deep and hard as she squeezes her legs together. “Fuck, you feel so tight.”

Sophie’s breathing is erratic as I grip her hip in one hand and rub circles against her clit with the other.