Mile High by Ophelia Bell

Author:Ophelia Bell [Bell, Ophelia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Animus Press

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Callie

Mason’s feral look is the only warning I have before he topples me back, pins me down, and kisses me hard. I moan a weak protest; my mouth is still coated in him. But he doesn’t seem to care. If anything, it gets him hotter.

He shoves his hands under my tank top again, then with a growl, yanks it up to reveal my breasts. I’m breathless as I arch into his teasing, sucking mouth, then lose track of how to move when he cups me between the legs, rubbing the heel of his palm against my core through my leggings, which are no doubt soaked through.

Sucking him off got me worked up more than I’ve ever been going down on a man before. But he can’t be ready to fuck already, can he?

Within the next two seconds, he has my leggings yanked down my thighs and tossed aside, then he drops to the floor on his knees and hauls me to the edge of the sofa.

Oh. God yes, it’s this again.

I barely have time to readjust for comfort when he buries his face between my thighs and devours me with every bit of enthusiasm as I just sucked his cock. A surprised cry escapes me at the hungry way he sucks my clit before plunging his tongue deep inside me. It’s like I’m on a runaway train, barely holding on but exhilarated all the same by how fast I’m hurtling to the end.

Just when I’ve surrendered wholly and I’m close to orgasm, he stops and rises up, his big, tattooed body looming over me. He’s rock hard again, and I have a mere breath to utter “Yes” before he plunges into me in one fast, brutal stroke.

It’s like the first time all over again, frantic and desperate. He kisses me again, growling into my mouth as he grips me by one hip, holding me stable to take his punishing thrusts, his other hand braced on the back of the sofa. And it’s all more than I imagined, the pleasure of each stroke driving me to the precipice so fast I can’t think.

“That’s it, baby. Scream my name. Fuck yes, Callie.”

I’m already there and barely register his words of encouragement over the howl of pleasure erupting from my throat. I shudder and buck against him, writhing in time with his rhythmic thrusts. He doesn’t give me time to come down beyond slipping out of me for just long enough to urge me to turn over. In a daze, I move, getting on my knees on the sofa cushions, with my elbows braced on the back. He grips one thigh, lifting my knee to the arm before plunging in once more with a groan.

“I’m going to come all over you again. There’s nothing more beautiful than seeing your sweet pussy coated in me, baby.”

Why does his promise make me so fucking hot? I moan a reply, my ability to use words obliterated by his perfect cock spearing me hard and fast. Then

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