All For You (Rocktown Ink #5) Sherilee Gray (best memoirs of all time .TXT) 📖

forehead to his. “You don’t need to list off all the reasons, Mason. And you won’t hurt me. I promise, my eyes are wide open.”

He searched my gaze for long seconds.

“I know what this is,” I whispered.

He made a desperate sound. “Fuck it.” Then pressed his mouth to mine for a quick hard kiss. “I need to fuck you, kitten.”

Oh god.

He tugged out his wallet, grabbed a condom, tore it open, and rolled it on. His hand on my hip flexed, and he pulled me closer, positioning me.

Fisting his cock, he looked up at me again. “You’ll have to work me inside that tight pussy, baby.”

My inner muscles clenched. I could probably come just listening to him talk dirty.

Mase looked down, holding up my dress so he could watch as I angled my hips and did what he asked, working the first inch of him inside. He hadn’t forgotten how we’d taken it slow that first time, how he’d gotten me off three times first to ease the way.

But I didn’t want to go slow this time. I needed him now. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I wriggled my hips and sank down. I whimpered when he bottomed out, my head dropping to his shoulder as my inner muscles fluttered and spasmed around him, adjusting to his size.

“Fuck,” Mase said as his rough, hot hand slid up and down my back.

Tightening my hold on him, I rolled my hips, desperate to feel him moving inside me. Rocking against him as his strong, capable hands held me tight, controlling the pace.

And with every downward stroke, my clit grazed the base of his cock. I was already so turned on, I wouldn’t last long. My inner muscles clamped down hard around him, and I gasped, moving quicker.

“Don’t come, Trixie.”

A sob escaped. “I don’t think I can stop it.”

He moved then, flipping me so I was lying with my back to the large couch, and he came down on top of me. One hand went to the couch above my head, the other behind my knee, and he spread me wide and thrust back inside. I groaned and gripped at the cushions under me.

“Hands above your head,” he ordered.

I quickly did as he said, and he took them in one of his, pinning them down, then ground his hips into mine, fucking me hard and a little rough.

“This what you need, kitten?”

“Don’t stop.” I wrapped my legs around his hips and lifted my own, taking him deeper. My orgasm built again, pleasure coiling in my belly, down my thighs, setting fire to every nerve ending in my body.

“Yeah, this is what you need, isn’t it, Trixie? You need to be fucked hard, don’t you, sweetheart? You’ve been desperate for this since you walked away from me that morning?”

“Yes,” I gasped out.

Mase slammed in again and again. “While you’re in my bed, no one else touches you, or kisses you. No one else fucks you…and they sure as fuck don’t dance with you, understand?”

“Yes, Mason.” I cried out, my orgasm racing up on me. “I’m going to come.” I arched, still trying to hold it back for him, waiting for him to tell me I could.

Sweat coated his tanned skin, his biceps bulged, and every muscle in his chest and abs were tight. He leaned in and kissed me, deep and claiming, then he lifted his head. “Let go, kitten.”

At his rough order, I did as he said, I let go. I let everything go, all the fear and worry and grief. I let pleasure wash through me, unable to hold it back another moment. I gave him everything, crying out, god, sobbing from the relief of losing that weight I’d been carrying around for such a long time, even if it was just for a little while.

When the stars dancing behind my lids dissipated, I opened my eyes. Mase was watching me, still moving inside me, and he didn’t look away, didn’t let go of my wrists as he continued to thrust hard inside me. “Beautiful,” he snarled. “Fucking beautiful, Trixie.”

Then his thrusts grew wilder, more demanding, strain lined his handsome face, the tendons in his throat standing out, then all the tension broke and pleasure transformed his features. He dropped and groaned against my throat.

He thought I was beautiful when I came? Mase was breathtaking.

His lips grazed my neck, his hot panted breaths lifting goose bumps along my skin, then he raised his head and said, “Stay with me tonight?”

I nodded, there was nowhere else I wanted to be.

Mase moved then, sliding out of me before lifting me up off the couch and standing me on my feet. He yanked up his jeans. “Go up to my room, kitten, get into bed. I’ll get rid of this condom and go get Jimmy. He can sleep down here.” He pressed a kiss to my lips, I gave him my trailer keys, and he strode off.

I watched him go, my skin flushing hot as I did. He wanted me here tonight. And he’d thought about Jimmy. My hand lifted to my chest and I pulled in a breath as I walked to the stairs. It was pretty pathetic that I’d set such a low bar for how I expected to be treated. Someone other than my gran doing something for me in any way always shocked me. Before I moved here, I’d always done for myself. Which was why small gestures made a big impact. I had to remember that and keep things in perspective.

Making my way upstairs, I walked into his room. I’d wanted to know how it looked furnished. It was better than I imagined. His bed was big, the duvet a deep gold that looked phenomenal with the navy walls. His furniture was all recycled timber, something I’d already known because Quinn had mentioned he’d bought it from a local furniture maker.

Thinking about Quinn brought guilt with it. I hated keeping this from her, but if she found out what