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

That blue gaze lifted to me as he released my now dark pink nipple. “Having you at my mercy, kitten, it’s too good. I don’t know what to suck or kiss or fuck first.”

Oh god. I rolled my hips, grinding my knees together, needing pressure on my clit. It wasn’t enough.

He didn’t wait for an answer, no, he licked the other nipple, while he gently tugged on the other side with his fingers. They were sensitive and I wriggled wanting more, while at the same time whimpering because it was on the verge of too much.

He sucked deeply one last time, then released me, and I groaned, my lower belly quivering, electricity zapping through every nerve ending. Rough-skinned hands slid down my thighs and he eased my legs apart as he kissed his way down my stomach.

I arched again when he flicked his tongue over my clit, my entire body shaking now from my desperation to come, like I hadn’t just a short time ago. A low buzzing sound started.

“Spread nice and wide for me, kitten.”

Heat coiled tighter in my lower stomach because I knew what was coming. Knowing that Mase was doing it to me, that he was watching, made it so damn hot. He slid the vibrator up my inner thigh, then gently ran it along the seam of my pussy, sliding it over my clit several times. I cried out, close to going over the edge just from that, but Mase didn’t want that, not yet, and moved it down, through my slick folds, to my opening.

“What do you think of while you’re fucking yourself with this alone in your trailer, kitten?” he said roughly, pushing it in an inch.

My thighs shook. “Of you, of this,” I all but sobbed.

“Yeah, you do,” he said and slid it deeper until it was all the way in, then he slowly, slowly, dragged it back out.

I lifted my hips, trying to urge him on, wanting more. His gaze slid up to mine as he fucked me with it, lazily, and not quite deep enough, driving me wild. “Please, Mason, more.”

He shook his head and leaned in to lick my clit again leisurely. “Fuck, you taste good, Trixie.”

“Please,” I said again as slow waves of pleasure licked over me.

He shook his head again. “I know you want hard, dirty girl, I know you want fast and deep, and you’ll get it, when my cock is inside you, not before.”

Then he stopped teasing my clit and worked it with his tongue, licking and sucking, while he continued that same pace with the vibrator. It was too much, I writhed and Mase put a hand to my hip, holding me down and upped his efforts.

Throwing my head back I cried out, coming a second time.

The last wave moved through me, and I lay there sweaty and panting as Mase tossed Clark aside and lifted to his knees. His hands dropped to the button of his jeans and he tore them open, shoving them and his briefs down a bit. I had to swallow back another groan when he pulled his cock free, so impossibly hard and long and thick.

Straddling me, he moved up my body, pausing long enough to slide an extra pillow behind my head. Hungrily, I watched as he fisted his cock and brought it to my mouth.

“Open,” he demanded.

Yes. I wanted his taste on my tongue. I wanted him to use me to get off.

His hand went to the wall above the headboard, then he led the fat, glistening head of his cock to my parted lips. I darted my tongue out, licking fluid from the tip. “I love the way you taste as well.”

His eyes flashed, so full of hunger, his need fed my own. He leaned in, pushing inside my mouth, and I opened for him, welcoming him in, hollowing my cheeks, and sucked.

He cursed, his hips rocking forward, thrusting shallowly into my mouth. “Suck it, kitten…that’s it.”

I wanted more, deeper, rougher. I lifted my head, to do just that, but he pulled back. And the whole time he watched me with ravenous eyes, teasing both of us, thrusting in, then pulling back as I desperately tried to take all of him. Finally, he cupped my jaw and thrust into my mouth several times in quick succession. I wanted to grab his hips and keep him there. He groaned, then pulled out totally.

“Mason…please,” I protested.

“Not going to blow in your sexy mouth, kitten. I want to be inside you when I come.” He climbed off the bed and shoved his jeans and briefs completely off, then grabbing a condom, rolled it on, and climbed on top on me.

I wrapped my legs around his hips.

“Hold on to the bars, nice and tight, baby,” he said as he positioned himself.

I nodded, and he didn’t even pause, he slammed inside me so deep I cried out.

So good. How was this always so fucking good. Mase was up on his hands, his stare locked on mine as he fucked me hard. I couldn’t look away from him. His jaw was tight, his blue eyes so dark they were almost black.

His beautiful body strained as he pounded into me, and I lifted my hips so I could take him even deeper. He growled and looked down between our bodies, watching as he filled me over and over again.

Then his head came back up and his mouth came down on mine, our lips colliding in a hungry, wet kiss that was so incredibly hot I couldn’t get enough. I never knew it could be this good. I never imagined it was possible.

Like he could read my mind, Mase lifted his head, a fierce look on his face. “Look what you do to me, Trixie. Only. You,” he bit out, punctuating each word with a hard thrust of his hips. “Fuck, kitten. Only you.”

I didn’t care that those words were only said in the heat of the moment, I let them sink in