Page 15 of Revived My Heart

“That mouth,” I hissed, sliding one finger to her clit, rubbing it hard as I pushed a finger into her back hole, pumping it just fast as my cock was going.

“Yes!” she screamed, shattering all around me and I had to bite my lip to keep from exploding because I wanted her to give me more.

In fact, I was going to make her give me more, even if she was sensitive. At least another one more round before we fully passed out.

~ Patty ~

I felt him slide out and turned to see his soaked, hard cock right there, and I couldn’t help smirk. I reached over and shoved him on his back.

“How adventurous do you want to be, Mason?”

He cocked a brow at me and my smirk grew.

“Why, gonna ride me? Not quite new.”

“No,” I told him, moving so that my back was facing him.

“Reverse cowgirl isn’t something different either.”

“Just shut up and enjoy the ride.”

He frowned slightly before I grabbed his cock and slid down on him, moaning all over again at the feeling of him in me.

I couldn’t help but wonder if that was something I would ever tire of, because I was really hoping I wouldn’t.

He smacked my ass and I winked back at him before falling forward and resting on my elbows, making me gasp at how deep he was and everything he was rubbing.

“Holy shit,” he groaned, lifting his head to look at my ass. His hand grabbed my cheeks, spreading me before I pushed back, making him groan again. “Fucking hell this is insane.”

“I thought you might like it, especially as an ass man.”

“Don’t stop, woman.”

Another wave of desire shot through me at that name, and it shouldn’t. Because I always hated it, but something about the way he growled it had me clenching my thighs together even more. Which had him groaning too.

“Not stopping,” I told him, pushing him back again and again. My nipples brushed the blanket, and every sway had me gasping at the sensation.

“Patty,” he groaned, his hands fully clenching my ass and hell if it didn’t turn me on even more. He was rough in a good way; in a way I always wanted.

Because he knew what I needed, not just what he thought. And he wrecked me because of that. Sex was never going to be the same.

“Fucking hurry so I can come already,” he panted out and I laughed, pushing back even harder. He smacked my ass over and over and I had no doubt that it was red and would be sore, but I loved it. Every time his hand connected, more juice coated his cock. If it was possible, we were making more and more messes on his bed, and he didn’t seem to mind in the least.

“Does poor Mason need to come?” I slowed down, making him growl and before I knew it, I was flipped on my back, my legs in the air and he was pounding into me with a wild fashion. I had to reach up to hold onto the headboard, so I didn’t bump my head, but he didn’t care. And quite honestly, I didn’t care either.

“Come for me again,” he told me, letting go of a hip to twist a nipple and I was done. I screamed, almost blacking out as I came, shaking violently in his arms.

He cried out as he felt that, his own release coming long and strong. And after several moments of pumping and grunting, he collapsed next to me, his arm around my stomach.

And I knew I was done for.

This man had officially ruined me in the best way, and I knew I wouldn’t find anyone else like him.

And that was, by the far, the most dangerous part.

Chapter 8

~ Mason ~