Page 112 of Beautiful Disaster

I claw at him, slam into him, snarl at him.

“You’re so fucking tight and hot. Squeeze me!” He clenches around me just as I’d asked. “Tighter!”

His face is flushed, and a sheen of sweat builds on his skin as it does mine. I drip on him. My skin is burning for him. The smells of spice and sex fill the air, making me fucking feral for him. Primal. I want to let it all out of me.

Mason claws at my back and uses his legs to pull me in deeper.

“Fuck yeah…” I breathe. “God, you look so fucking hot. You’re at my mercy now.”

“Jinx…”

“Say my name again.”

“Jinx.”

“Tell me you love me.”

“I love you so much.”

I grip his hair as he’s gripped mine so many times, forcing him to look at me as I roll my hips non-stop.

“You own me. Now I own you,” I tell him.

“Always, Precious.”

I can hardly breathe; the pressure is so strong. My heart is slamming in my chest from arousal and just watching Mason get lost in lust.

“Look at you. Look at my Dom, getting lost in my cock. So out of control. So fucking wrecked. I have the power over you now.”

His chest heaves, and his lips part as he nods. He doesn’t even reprimand me. He doesn’t shut me up. Mason just lets me… feel and get lost in his tight heat.

I’m so close, but I’m fighting it. My balls are drawn up tight and heavy. Mason must notice because he reaches for his dick, but I slap his hand away. “Mine!”

He raises a brow, but says nothing, putting his hands back on me, now meeting me thrust for thrust. My fingers are still tugging his hair and gripping his throat as my eyes close. Right when I’m at my breaking point, I let him go, pull out, and stroke myself, spattering his face, chest, and abs. He’s mine, and I’ll mark him with my cum to prove it.

Mason dips his finger into it and sucks it off.

“Fuck…” I grit.

Before I feel the first threads of numbness, I scoot down and swallow his cock whole. Mason cries out; no doubt sensitive as hell. I don’t waste my time, sucking hard and fast, using my hand to squeeze, and my other hand to tug on his nuts.

He threads his fingers through my hair as he gets lost in my mouth. The tip hits the back of my throat as I force him deeper, pulling a loud groan from him. He’s close. So close. His cock is hot on my tongue.

As soon as he starts to shoot his load, I pop off and stroke him, mingling his cum with mine.

“Goodfuckinggod…” he rasps.

I climb forward, licking a stripe along his abs, cleaning the cum from his skin before falling on top of him. He’s a sticky mess, and it’s hot as fuck.

I fall to my side, and he rolls over with me, grabbing my throat. “Fucking naughty…” he says, smirking. “Which Jinx is this? Because I haven’t met him before.”

“I… may have gotten a little carried away.”

“A little?”

“Did you… not like it?”

“Jesus, Jinx… I loved it. You were so damn sexy.”