Chapter 83
Lydia
His lips were practically already brushing against mine, but when I gave him that peck, he grabbed the back of my neck and pued
me in deeper.
His lips pressed hard against mine, urging me to let him in, and so I did, I opened up to him and almost immediately, his tongue slid in, slow, wet, deep.
He kissed like he was mad at me, like he had been waiting too long to do it. His hand slipped down, gripping my waist, then dragging me onto his lap
I straddled him, intentionally soothing myself to the feel of him.
He didn’t stop kissing me. One hand pulled my hair. The other slid down my back, then down to cup my ass. He squeezed it so hard I couldn’t help but bite.
“You taste… So good,” he whispered against my lips. I didn’t respond to that as I rocked against him, slow at first, making his grip on my waist tighten.
He growls. “Lydia,” he said in a warning tone, “You keep moving like that…” I didn’t stop.
I placed my hands on his shoulders and pressed my hips down, feeling how hard he was through his pants. He groaned into my mouth even more.
His hand slipped inside, brushing over my pussy. I gasped into his mouth when he touched me there, just above the heat. “You’re already wet,” he murmured against my neck, licking slowly, “You want me that bad?”
“Shut up,” I breathed out, trying to steady my voice. He pulled back as his eyes met mine. “Take off your dress.” he ordered.
I stood slowly. I pulled it off, all the way down, slowing down intentionally just to tease him a bit. Then I slipped my thong down too, stepping out of them.
I stood in front of him. Fully bare and yet unashamed. His mouth parted slightly before he leaned back on the couch, legs spread, ands resting on his thighs.
“Come here.” I climbed onto the couch, moving to kneel between his legs. I reached for his belt, pulling it open slowly without breaking off eye contact.
He watched me without blinking as his pants came down. So did his boxers. He was already hard.
I looked up at him once. “You’re already hard, You want me that bad?” I asked in a teasing tone.
“Don’t ask,” he said through gritted teeth as he barely contained his chuckle, “Just use your mouth,”
I leaned in. My lips wrapped around the tip of his hard cock. His hand moved to grab my hair immediately. He groaned loudly as pushed down further, feeling him hit the back of my throat.
“Fuck” he hissed. “That mouth…”
I pulled back, letting it slip out slowly. I licked around the head, then took him back in, bobbing up and down in a slow rhythm.
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He kept his hand on my head, fingers tangled deep in my hair, guiding me, “Just like that, Don’t stop. Jud dontlu
I moaned a little, and that made him twitch in my mouth. His hips moved up slightly, and let him. He started thrus
my mouth. His breaths were louder now and even sexier.
“Fuck, your mouth feels too good,” he grunted. “Been dreaming of this for five fucking years”
I didn’t stop. He hit the back of my throat over and over. I adjusted, letting my tongue slide around him while I sucked harder. He was losing it. His legs trembled under me.
“Stop,” he said suddenly, I pulled back, breathless. My lips were wet and swollen.
He reached down, lifted me by the waist like I weighed nothing. He turned me around, laying me flat on the couch with my legs dangling over the edge.
He went down on me with no warning. His tongue was hot, and I meant so, so hot. He was slow and sensual, and that was driving me way too close to the edge. He licked me like he was starving.
I cried out, not being able to hold myself back. I was arching, fingers gripping the side of the couch like it would rip it open.
He didn’t rush at all. He kissed and sucked like he had nowhere else to be. My thighs were trembling, I tried to close them instinctively, but he held them open, spreading me even wider.
“Don’t run,” he murmured in a really sexy tone. “Take it all.”
His tongue dipped inside me and then up again, pressing firmly over my clit and drawing circles. I was losing my mind at this point as my hand grabbed his hair.
“Mason.” He groaned into me, the vibration had me screaming his name. “Don’t stop. Please. Please don’t stop.”
“You gonna cum in my mouth baby?” he growled, still licking. I whimpered.
My legs shook even more. I grabbed the pillow behind me and squeezed it tight. His tongue moved faster, now mixed with sucking, making filthy sounds.
I felt it build. Fast.
I cried out, back lifting off the couch as I came hard against his mouth. He didn’t stop until I was twitching, trying to push him away
He finally pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You taste just like I remember. Delicious”
I couldn’t speak or formulate a reply at this point as I was panting.
He came over to me, pulling me up, then turning me around. He bent me over the couch arm. “My turn,” he whispered.
I I felt him press against me from behind, sliding between my legs, teasing me. “You’re still dripping, baby girl.”
“Do you still want this?” He asked, throwing the ball in my court again. I couldn’t trust my voice yet, so I nodded affirmatively. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, filling me up. I gasped and gripped the couch.
He filled me up completely, and we both moaned. He pulled back, then slammed in again, deep and slow. Ovi The couch squeaked beneath us.
One hand grabbed my waist, the other slid around to hold my throat gently, pulling me back against him.
over and over
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You feel tod good and too tight” he grunted in my ear. I’m not gonna läst
His thrusts grew faster, rougher. I was gasping, moaning his name over and over again.
We were both gone, no thoughts, no talking, just skin against skin, loud breaths, and filthy sounds.
He suddenly flipped me over, not letting our connection break. His question cante out rough as he made eye contact: “You like that, huh?”
I nodded fast, biting my lip, fingers digging into the pillow above my head. I couldn’t even speak. All I could do was move with him.
My hips lifted to meet every hard, deep thrust. The couch creaked even louder and my moans filled the whole damn room. couldn’t take this much and shut my eyes, feeling him inside of me.
“Look at me,” he growled. I opened my eyes and met his.
His hair was messy, sweat dripping down his temple, jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might snap. His abs flexed with every!
thrust
“I said look at me while I fuck you.” My thighs shook as I tried to hold on, I really did, but then he pulled all the way out.
“Wha-?” Before I could finish, he grabbed my waist, flipped me over fast again, and pulled me onto his lap.
“Ride me now.”
I reached between us, guided him in, and lowered myself on him. My breath hitched at how deep he went. How thick he still was. I placed both hands on his chest and started grinding in circles.
His hands held my waist, helping me move. “Up and down, baby. Just like that. Don’t stop.”
I started bouncing.
Harder.
Faster.
Our skin slapped, the sound filling the room. Sweat dripped from my chest to his stomach. His head dropped back, lips parted..
“You look so fucking good riding me.”
I could feel him twitching inside me. I could feel myself building again, and this time it was faster. My eyes rolled back as I moved faster. I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to.
“Touch yourself,” he said hoarsely. My hand slipped down, fingers rubbing at my clit. His thrusts met mine, hips slamming up into
- me.
“God, I’m gonna-”
“Don’t you dare cum without me,” he growled, thrusting harder now. “Hold it.”
“I–I can’t”
“You can.” His hands gripped tighter dragging me down over and over. “Cum with me. You hear me?
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I nodded breathlessly. His hand shot to my throat, “Say my name.”
“Mason…
“Louder.”
“Mason”
“That’s it. Let go. Now.”
I cried out first, body going stiff, thighs shaking hard as my cum ripped through me. He came the second I clenched around him, his groan deep and raw as he held me tight, pumping every drop inside.
We stayed like that, stuck together with our bodies trembling and foreheads touching.
I couldn’t move and he didn’t let go. After a while he spoke again, “You okay?”
I nodded, still feeling him throb inside me.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
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