Holly head Slopes

Chapter twenty-one

ABI'S POV

It is unlikely that the sight of Mason Dugray between my legs will ever get old—the feeling certainly won't!

I'm sure we broke the speed limit on every road he drove. But, as he would say, 'He's untouchable' in this town. My confidence was raging from his urgency to have me.

We crashed through the front door into the house I had become familiar with. Immediately, Mason's hands gripped my waist to steady me from the strong kiss I was waiting for. We slowly started removing clothing that was in the way of our desire for skin.

A trail of coats, jumpers, and shoes was left behind as we progressed near the stairs. The second I felt his warm palms on my exposed, cold waist, I was a mess.

Mason picked me up and threw me over his shoulder to climb the stairs. I squealed as I was suddenly airborne. His dark chuckle made my stomach flip. He gave me arse a quick slap before we got into his bedroom.

I didn't even get a chance to tell him how vain he was to have his face plastered on his walls.

I had priorities.

I led flat on his bed once again. I still had my matching underwear set on that he stood and admired. Normally, if a man stood just watching me half-naked, I'd find it weird, but Dugray made me feel like a Victoria Secret model!

"God, it took us too long to find each other." He told me before kissing me again. His hunger never eased despite our lips becoming red and swollen. My pulse spiked when his kisses lowered from my lips and down my body. The clasp of my bra was released without me feeling his hands, just another one of his talents.

He kept his lustful eyes on mine as he trailed his warm kisses down my stomach, stopping above my waistline. The split second of hesitation could be considered as asking permission, but in our case, he just wanted me to beg him to devour me.

He stole the last piece of fabric that was separating us and threw it behind his shoulder. I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the pure ecstasy his tongue gave me.

He wrapped his arms around my thighs to hold me steady when I squirmed. He always started gentle, making me twitch and breathless, but he became drunk on my small moans; he must have more. His tongue dived inside me. My back left the bed to arch. He had all the control when he did that, and he knew it. I raked my hands through his thick, dark hair like it could ground me, but he thrived from it. He got quicker and quicker until my legs tried to close, but he wouldn't let that happen. The grip on my thighs kept them open enough for his mouth to give me one last kiss before I saw stars.

"Mason." I cried at the peak of my orgasm.

He slowly pulled away with a smile bigger than the ones in his winning photos. The glisten of my wetness shimmered on his lips as he came back up to face level.

"So, did I fulfil my duties?" He asked. I could have come all over again from the huskiness that only suited him.

"Nearly, but I think I need the full Dugray treatment." I grinned, slowly reaching his bedside drawer that had his stash of condoms.

He chuckled down at me and grabbed whatever one he picked up first. His collection was stocked well, with flavours, textures, and anything you could possibly want. Which shockingly didn't give me the ick.

I could feel his raging boner against my knee. He may not be patient in a coffee line, but he certainly made sure I was served a big orgasm before him. His size still hadn't normalised to me; I'm sure he could tear me in half if he wanted to.