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

Her fingers clenched around the edge of the table tighter. “I…I don’t think I can.”

“Let’s see, shall we?” I replaced my fingers with my mouth and went to work on her clit.

She lifted to her toes and rocked against the table, rubbing her pussy against my mouth. I let her because it was hot as fuck and I wanted to make her come again so damn badly.

She was still sensitive, and a few more minutes licking and sucking her clit, she came for me again with a long-drawn-out moan.

I stood, grabbed a condom from my wallet, yanked the front of my pants open, and rolled it on. “This first fuck is going to be rough, because my kitten just came so good for me, she deserves a reward for making me so hard.”

I dragged her dress higher, lifting her to get it up and over her head. I wanted her naked when I sank inside her. I slid the fabric down her arms and wrapped it around her wrists. “Okay?” I said against her ear, but judging by the goose bumps that had lifted all over her skin, she was totally on board with the makeshift restraint.

“Yes.” She whimpered and squirmed. “I need you inside me, Mason.”

Fisting my dick, I pressed it to her opening. “Ready?”

“Now…please.”

Gripping her hip, I sank inside her, barking out a curse. Trixie was utter perfection. It was like she’d been made just for me. Only me. I leaned forward, planting a hand on the table and thrust hard and deep. Her pussy spasmed around my cock, and she curled her fingers around my hand on the table and moved it to the back of her neck.

Fucking hell.

Yeah, totally made for me. I held her down firmly, pulled out and slammed back inside her, so hard the table hit the wall of the trailer, and I kept on going giving it to her the way I’d promised. Sweat had my shirt clinging to my chest and stomach. I don’t know why, but having Trixie naked while I was still fully dressed, was a serious fucking turn-on.

Trixie shoved back, taking me deeper. “There she is, my greedy girl, wanting it harder.”

“Yes,” she rasped. “Harder.”

I slid an arm under her, cupping her pussy, gliding over her slick little clit. “You gonna come with me, kitten?”

Her face was flushed, her cheek pressed against the tabletop, lips apart. “Y-yes…oh fuck.”

I bent over her, my mouth pressed to her ear. “Goddamn it, Trixie, you’re so perfect. Let me feel it, kitten. Come for me.”

She cried out, half sobbing as she came for the third time, clamping down on me so hard my vision blacked out. I pressed her into the table and barked out a curse as I thrust into her and fucking blew.

Collapsing across her back, I kissed her shoulder and neck, her jaw, while we came down, while we both tried to catch our breath. When she smiled, laughing breathlessly, I picked her up, and on shaky legs carried her to the bedroom.

Because after that, I needed to hold her tight.

Trixie

We’d spent every night together since the one in my trailer, five nights and the heat between us hadn’t dimmed, not in the least. If anything, it burned hotter. I was sitting on his couch when Mase walked in, and perv that I am, I admired his butt as he switched on the TV.

“What are we watching tonight?” I licked ice cream off my spoon and scooped up another mouthful.

Mase sat beside me, grabbed my hand holding the spoon, and shoved it in his mouth, eating it before I could. “The Office,” he said with his mouth full.

“Oh my god! Do you know how close you just came to serious injury? I asked if you wanted some ice cream and you declined.” I scooped up more, and he grabbed my hand again and stole that mouthful as well.

“Changed my mind,” he said and licked his lips, a dorky grin on his face that made my stupid heart flutter.

I loved when he was like this, cute and playful. I wanted to kiss him even more than usual. I held my bowl away and quickly shoved the last spoonful in my mouth and smirked.

He dove on me. One moment my bowl was in my hand, the next it was on the coffee table and his mouth was on mine. He licked into my mouth, stealing what I was savoring, then pulled back, licking his lips again and laughing.

I stared at him in shock. “I can’t believe you just did that…I don’t know whether to be pissed off or turned on.”

“Both work for me,” he said, that grin still on his face. “I love it when the claws come out. Feel free to punish me with them when I fuck you latter, kitten.”

Laughing, and turned right the hell on, I threw a pillow at his head and he deflected it before it could make contact. “Let me hit you, goddamn it.”

He wrapped his arms around my waist, buried his face against my stomach, and laughed harder.

My hands went to his head, and instead of shoving him away, I ended up brushing them through his soft hair. “You’re the worst.”

He shoved up my shirt and blew a raspberry on my belly. I squealed and squirmed, laughing so hard I could barely breathe. Jimmy jumped up, his tail wagging hard enough to start a tornado, and barked.

“Stop, I’m going to pee.”

He lifted his head, eyes bright, dancing as he took in my face. “Not into golden showers, baby.”

I shoved at his chest, flushed and weak and stupidly happy. “Thank fuck for that.”

He gave my butt a squeeze. “You want some more ice cream before we start the episode?”

“I’m fine, thank you.”

His lips twitched. “Glad to hear it. Now scoot over.”

Mase hit play and we settled in to watch. During a discussion of favorite TV shows, I’d discovered he’d never watched The Office. I’d started his