CHAPTER 113MASONI’d thought the dry humping was bad. Torture.But the second I finally slid inside him, raw heat wrapping around me, I realized—no, this was torture.“Fuck—Tyler—” I choked, grabbing his hips. “You’re—Jesus—you’re so tight.”His head fell back, sweat slicking his throat, his lips parted in a broken moan. “Mason—God—I’ve wanted this all day. All fucking day.”“You’re gonna break me,” I groaned, thrusting up as he sank all the way down. “Christ, Ty, you feel like heaven.”He smirked, breathless, rolling his hips. “Heaven, huh? More like hell. You look like you’re dying.”“I am dying,” I snapped, then grabbed his jaw and kissed him rough. “You’re killing me slow.”“Good,” he whispered against my mouth before bouncing, hard.The sound that tore out of me was feral. My nails dug into his hips, and I swore I could feel every pulse of him around me, every clench.“Faster,” I demanded, slamming up into him.“Bossy,” he panted, but obeyed, riding me like he wanted me wrecked.
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