Page 78 of Fallen Hero

I released her nipple, skimmed my mouth down to her belly button, and asked, “Here?”

“Lower.”

Needing to relieve the ache, I pressed my harder-than-steel cock against the mattress and teased my tongue across her stomach just above her black silk panties.

“Here?”

“Lower.”

I hitched her leg up over my shoulder, kissed her inner thigh, and groaned my question. “Here?”

The closer my lips got to her sex, the harder the point of her heel dug into my back. Marks I’d proudly wear, knowing it was me who made this stubborn woman mindless.

“Please, Mason. You’re killing me.”

Too far gone to continue my game, I yanked the gusset of her panties to the side and gave her a long, slow swipe of my tongue from slit to clit.

Her ass came off the bed and her breathy “Oh my . . . holy shit” filled the room—and I ate.

I couldn’t control my desperation if I tried. I needed to taste her orgasm, needed to feel her come apart again, needed to hear her call out my name. That alone should’ve scared the fuck out of me, but I couldn’t muster the fear. My attraction was all consuming, my desire borderline obsessive.

I wanted every part of this woman—not just her orgasm, but her trust.

“Mason, oh shit.”

“Is this what you wanted, baby? My tongue fucking your sweet pussy?”

“I think . . . I’m going to . . .”

I shoved my hands under her ass and angled her higher. “Ride my face, Calli.”

In spectacular fashion, she did as I asked. The harder she rocked her pussy on my tongue, the harder I ground my cock against the mattress, uncaring I was going to come in my pants.

“Mason,” she mewled.

Her hips bucked wildly as I lapped her through her orgasm, moaning “Mine” against her pussy.

I couldn’t remember the last time an orgasm had felt so fucking good.

“Mason!”

Shit, motherfucker, that was not Calli. It was Pete calling my name.

“Team’s here!”

Calista’s thighs clenched tight around my head.

I released her ass to tap her hip. She got the hint and released her hold so I could unfortunately roll out from between her legs, but not before I dropped a hard kiss on her clit.

That earned me a sweet, thankfully soft groan.

“I’ll be right down,” I shouted back.

Immediately, Calista tried to close her legs. I halted her movements, keeping her open for my perusal.

“Mason?”

My gaze tipped up from her pink, swollen, just-tongue-fucked pussy to her soft, sated, pretty face. “Yeah, baby?”