Page 3 of A Miami Love Tale
Playing with the edge of my cut-off shorts, Mason drags his fingers under the fabric until he finds me between my legs.
My body is going completely haywire, and I know I’m already very ready for him.
“So wet already, Songbird.” He toys with me, gliding his fingers over my slit just enough to drive away any and all thoughts. “I love it.”
His grip on my hair pulls my head up slightly, and he spanks over my other cheek. Heat burns in my skin, but then Mason’s fingers are teasing me again.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me, Songbird? Ugh,” he groans, rubbing roughly before he yanks his fingers away and brushes his erection against me. “So damn good.”
I whimper low, seeking out more contact from him. My pussy is throbbing with need, and even with so little attention, I’m already so close to the edge.
“These shorts need to go.”
Mason pulls me back from the island, his hands going to the button and zipper to get my bottoms off. He does so in a flash, taking my panties with them, and then he’s hoisting me up onto the island again.
“The perfect treat to start my day.”
Mason smirks at me, and I meet his eyes, heat in my cheeks and gaze lidded with desire. I can’t believe he’s going to do this right on the island, but I amsohere for it.
With little preamble, Mason dives between my thighs, holding my legs open with his hands. His tongue slides along my seam, and I buck against the incredible sensation, my head dropping back as I lean on my elbows.
It’s impossible that Mason is this good with his tongue, and he works me right up to the brink of an orgasm in just a few moments.
He flicks my clit with his tongue, swirling it around and then diving it deep inside me. My hand instinctively goes to his hair, and I rock my hips, aching for more as he takes his fill of me.
A deep, throaty moan escapes me, and Mason reaches up my body to smooth his hand over my mouth. I know we have to be quiet, and there’s something about it that heightens everything.
I bite onto his fingers, trying to silence myself, and Mason groans against my slippery folds. I urge him on, squeezing his hair in between my fingers.
“Oh, fuck,” I mumbled against his fingers.
As I do, Mason drives them between my lips. I begin to suck, imagining his large cock, and damn, am I close.
Mason pulls back just enough to speak against my skin. “Come for me, Songbird.”
When he starts back up again, sucking my clit into his mouth, Mason’s free hand joins the show, his fingers finding me and slipping in so deep.
I whine around the fingers in my mouth, riding Mason’s hand and mouth as my orgasm comes barreling forward.
It takes everything not to cry out, but I manage to keep the scream in my throat trapped, and Mason thrusts in and out of me in hard, rough strokes.
When I’m over the other side of the release, he yanks me down from the island, getting me to kneel before him as he frees his erection through a downed zipper.
I don’t hesitate, taking him in my mouth as far as I can, which is a damn stretch considering how thick and long he is.
But I couldn’t care less.
I return the favor he gave me, bobbing my head in a quick rhythm that has Mason grabbing my head as he fucks my mouth.
It’s so sinful, so deliciously dirty to be doing this right in the damn kitchen, and I reach for my burning clit, toying with it as Mason thrusts.
“Such a naughty girl,” Mason grits out, plowing through a few more strokes before he pulls himself back. “Up. Bend over that fucking counter.”
I’m quick to my feet, turning around and leaning over the counter as instructed. As I position myself against the cool marble, Mason’s cock brushes over my slit, and I arch, whimpering.
“So needy. Tell me what you want, Songbird.”
“Fuck me, Mason,please.”