I tug on his hand, pulling him to me. “I trust you.” More than I’ve ever trusted any man. When I say that, Mason takes my face in his hands and he absolutely devours my lips. Then he’s kneeled between my thighs, burying himself inside me and fucking me until I’m gasping his name with my toes curled in the distressed medallion rug beneath the coffee table. Feeling him bare is so damn good, every sensation is heightened to the next level. We both come hard. He pours inside me and my pussy squeezes down on him, milking every drop of his warm, thick release.
