Page 155 of Rising Heat
“Put your hands above your head.”
She does as she’s told.
I spit in my hand and stroke my length a few times as she watches in awe before I line myself up with her glistening cunt, dragging the head of my cock slowly against her and teasing over her clit instead of giving her what she wants.
The little whine she lets out is half annoyance, half desperation.
“I don’t have a condom.”
“Tested, clean—”
“Same.” I hold her gaze. “You on the pill?”
She nods.
“Mm…” The corner of my mouth tugs. “Good.”
“Mack…pleaseee.”
“Please what?”
“Please…” She shifts beneath me, already losing her patience. “Fuck me.”
“You’re so damn pretty when you beg.” I drag myself through her one more time, earning another frustrated sound before I meet her eyes again. “Show me how pretty you are when you’re screaming my name while I pump you full of cum.”
She pushes her eyebrows together and nods eagerly.
I glide through her center, finally give her what she’s been asking for. I lean over her, pinning both wrists above her head with one hand while the other settles hard against her hip, holding her in place as I drive into her.
Raw.
“Fuck, Darcy.” I practically growl. “You feel so good.”
She answers with a moan, nipping at my lower lip before sucking it. I answer by hammering into her harder, giving her every inch, and she rocks her hips to meet my thrusts.
“Mack…” She whimpers around my name. “Oh my God… please don’t stop…”
“Call me by my real name.”
The words are out before I can even think about why.
She stills for half a second, her eyebrows knitting together as she searches my face, looking for something I can’t even explain myself, then nods.
Our mouths find each other again, kisses turning sloppy as we lose ourselves in the same rhythm, both of us chasing the same finish.
“Mason…” she breathes when I finally let her up for air.
The sound goes straight to my dick.
Low. Breathless. Caught somewhere between surprise and surrender.
My grip tightens instinctively as I keep her on edge, right where I want her. Not to be an asshole. Mostly. Watching Darcy come apart has become one of my favorite pastimes. Watching all that wit give way to want, her smart-ass remarks stripped away until all that’s left are those gorgeous sounds she keeps trying not to make.
She has no idea what that does to me. Then again, judging by the way she’s looking at me right now, maybe she does.
Her hips start to rolling faster as her pussy clenching around me with every thrust. My jaw ticks as I hold her gaze, my hand gripping her hip harder and pulling her down onto my cock over and over.
“Please—” she begs.
