Bullet: Devil's Rose MC #5

Chapter 35: Mason Ohara

"You wanna be fucked, angel."

"Oh, yes, I wanna be fucked so bad. Mason, goddamnit. Please please fuck me."

I love when she begs. I fucking love everything about her.

With a slight struggle, her bra is soon gone, thrown onto the floor along with her leggings and underwear. She lays below me, squirming like the needy little freak she is. Soon my shirt is gone, tossed on the floor with my shorts and underwear. 

My heart races as her hands run up and down my chest, and my breathing gets quicker and quicker as my cock hardens. My heart isn't the only one racing though. I can feel hers against my palm. I ease her head back onto the pillow, careful not to crush her beautiful and delicate body with my weight. 

The heat that we both radiate intertwines, making us both sweaty and comfortable. Her head tilts back on the pillow, her eyes closing, and he lips parting.

My hands run gently down her body. My voice is husky with emotion.

"God, you're so amazingly soft."

I kiss her neck. My head is spinning and I can't think about anything but her. All my worries float away. Everything goes cold and hot, and something is stirring the life inside of me. My hands reach, once again, for her hips. 

I am looking for something to hold on to. 

I kiss the space of the neck to the curve of her shoulder. I turn her around to kiss her shoulder blade and down her spine.

"I will be in bed with you every night to keep you warm. I will kiss you until I can't keep my eyes open."

I never thought I would be this guy. The head-over-heels, completely smitten and overwhelmed with love guy. I didn't think I would be lucky enough to have intimate moments like these. 

She snuggles into the pillow, and I lift my lips off her back, knowing that she's more tired than anything, and we shouldn't move forward with anything sexual. 

She needs more sleep in her life anyway, especially after last fucking night.

"I wake up every morning believing and convinced that you'll have disappeared. All of this will become a dream. Then you look at me and you speak to me. I can see how real it is. I feel the truth in your emotions, and the way you touch me."

The back of my hand brushes her cheek. I grin as she peels her eyes back open, eyeing me softly.

"I love you, angel."

"I love you too. God, I love you so much."

That's when my heart explodes, and it no longer fits in my chest.

"Everything is so different now. It looks different, tastes different, and feels incredibly different. I was brought back to life because of you. I've never known this comfort of peace and warmth," she concludes with a smile.

She turns around fully, her breasts pushing my chest. Her hands slide up my back, and she pulls my lips down to hers. I groan into her mouth, my cock throbbing at the slow and sexy sensation of her tongue swiping mine.

"We don't have to."

"No, no. I want to. Sleepy sex. Do you want to?"

"Yes, I do. I don't want you to feel pressured though."

"I never feel pressured with you."

Our lips graze, our hands feeling every inch of skin we can touch. She grinds her vagina against my lower stomach, leaving a trail of wetness behind. I bite down on her lower lip, clashing my upper teach with her bottom one. Her fingers grasp at my wavy hair as she reaches to the side of her body to grab a condom.