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following the tantalizing tease of his finger.
    “Think you can handle another finger? Would you like that, Courtney? You’d feel even fuller with two of my fingers fucking you.”
    Too much, too hot, too deep. Without waiting for an answer, he jerked his hand back. Then he was back two fingers spearing her, spreading her body as he stretched her muscles.
    “I need to come.” She panted against his neck, feeling her body draw tighter as the need grew.
    “Not yet, I want to see more. I want to hear you scream my name.” He pressed hot open-mouthed kisses against her neck. Running those talented lips across her skin until he reached her lips.
    She felt his palm at the back of her head, holding her where he wanted her. His fingers rubbed at her scalp as his tongue licked at her, his lips stroking against hers.
    Tunneling her own fingers into his hair, she gripped him close, fought to bring him closer, to consume him within the kiss as his hand left her hair to grip her hip and drag her closer.
    “Mason, now, fuck me now,” she begged as he nipped her lips before coming back to devour her mouth.
    “No,” he growled, fucking her hard and deep with his fingers only to withdraw and shove three fingers back into her slick body.
     
    Mason couldn’t get enough of Courtney’s mouth. Easily addicted to her flavor, he lowered his head once more, watching her breath catch as a long-drawn-out moan escaped her swollen lips.
    Courtney was everything he’d imagined and more. Sweet heat and fire that burned hot enough to match his own.
    She was his.
    His lips moved over hers as he steadily kept fingerfucking her, enjoying the sweet heat and wet grasp of her body. He pushed his tongue past her lips. An aroused growl rolled out of her throat as her hands pulled tightly against his hair. She arched into him, following the teasing lead of his fingers.
    Fuck, he couldn’t believe this was finally happening. That he finally had Courtney exactly where he’d always wanted her, beneath him, practically naked, wet and begging him.
    She tasted better than any of his fantasies. Like midnight walks on the beach in some tropical paradise. Her tongue met his boldly as he swept in, a growl of need building in his lungs as his lips conquered hers.
    With her breasts pressed against his shirt, Mason could feel her hot little nipples poking at him. Wanting more, wanting to feel her skin to skin, he pulled his fingers from her wet haven and his tongue from her mouth.
    “Wait, honey,” he said before she could protest. “I need to get rid of these clothes and grab a condom.”
    Mason toed off his shoes, yanked at his socks, shed his shirt and pants in record time, barely remembering to grab the protection before he tossed his pants.
    “Come here.” He lay back down on her and moaned at how right their naked bodies felt together. The little pebbles of her nipples teased him to new heights of pleasure.
    He used one hand to spread her knees around his hips as he lifted her to his chest. He’d waited forever to touch her. Dreamed of it so many times, he could hardly believe it was happening. So many years he’d waited and watched now the time to wait had come to an end. She was his. She would belong to him as she’d never belonged to another. There was no way he’d ever let her walk away and into another man’s bed.
    Everything about being with her felt natural. Like she’d been created to complete him and he her.
    As he pushed her farther into the deep, wide cushions, he watched the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Licking her neck, he let his thumb and forefinger grip one hard bud, using enough pressure to push her limits. He thought he knew what she wanted, but needed to be sure.
    As the pleasure-pain built he watched her mouth drop open, her chest falling and rising as the pleasure side of the equation built. Her desperate cry filled the room seconds before he took her mouth again, his tongue plunging deep into her mouth as he began to