Truly Yours

by Kennedy Fox

  Swinging her body to the bed until she’s under me, I tower over her and slant my mouth over hers. I slide my tongue between her soft lips as I settle between her thighs. Sophie wraps her legs around my waist, and the pressure between us is enough to make me combust.

  “Soph…” I murmur, desperate to take my time with her and not waste a second of this. “I want to taste you, baby.”

  I worship Sophie’s body, pulling up her shirt and feathering kisses down her stomach. Her fingers in my hair, her soft moans echoing in the air, the way she arches her back—I’m a fucking goner. My jaw moves across the band of her panties before my fingers pull them all the way down, and I toss them. The moment I smell her sweet arousal, I nearly lose all control.

  “Jesus Christ, woman,” I growl, flicking my tongue against her clit. I tease her swollen bud, then slide my finger down her slit until I’m inside her. Twisting my wrist, I go deeper and suck hard.

  “Holy shit,” she mutters, jerking her hips.

  Using my free hand, I push her thigh higher, needing more access. Then I slide a second finger inside and feast while bringing her closer to the edge.

  “Mason…oh my God, please,” she begs, and when I look up, I see her fisting the sheets, and her eyes are rolling. She’s so goddamn close.

  “You wanna come on my face, sweetheart?” I muse, then blow cool air against her skin. “You taste fucking delicious.”

  “Yes, yes…” She nods, opening her eyes to watch me.

  Leaning up slightly, I spread her legs wider and lick up and down her slit, feeling her shake against me. Then I wrap my lips around her clit and slide two fingers back inside her. I devour her like I’ve fantasized, and when her body quivers, I know she’s about to explode.

  Pulling my hand back just enough to add a third finger, Sophie screams loud enough to rattle the walls, and I smirk against her pussy, knowing that if Liam was home, he would’ve heard her. I wouldn’t feel bad, considering the years I’ve had to listen to his panty parade next door.

  “Goddamn,” I whisper, and seconds later, she’s unraveling, squeezing my fingers with her cunt. I lick her clean before moving back up her body and grinning like a fool. “You have any idea how fucking hot that was?”

  She’s still trying to catch her breath when she answers. “I can feel how much.” She grins, and I push my cock against her.

  “Wanna see how amazing you taste?” I pop a brow, smirking. When she grins and nods, my smirk deepens before I slide my tongue between her lips and kiss her deeply. Our bodies burn for each other, hot and ready.

  “Do I get a turn now?” she asks when we break apart, and I settle my body between her legs.

  “I don’t want to come in your mouth, baby, and if your mouth is anywhere near my dick, I won’t be able to stop myself.” I feel her thighs tighten around my waist, pushing us closer together. My cock is aching to be inside her, but I know the moment it feels her soft, smooth pussy, I’m going to lose all control.

  Sophie chuckles and blushes, and I love how comfortable we are with each other. Being with someone has never felt this way for me, has never meant this much to me, and now that Sophie’s mine, I’m never letting her go.

  Leaning up on my elbows, I reach over to my nightstand and pull out the large box of condoms. She giggles at the size of the box, and I throw her a wink. “Should we see how fast we can go through it?”

  “If you just bought it, why was the box already opened?” she inquires, raising an eyebrow.

  “Because I imagined myself scrambling to open it in the dark and didn’t want to embarrass myself,” I tell her honestly, chuckling.

  Once I have a foil packet, I lean back on my knees. “Let me,” Sophie says, pushing herself up. I give it over to her and watch as she pulls my boxers down, then strokes my cock. I moan at her touch, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. My willpower is about to snap, so I stop her and tell her she better hurry. She slides it down along my length, and I nearly hiss at how amazing her hands feel on me.

  I reach for her T-shirt and pull it off her body, and then she lies back, bare and waiting. Kicking off my shorts the rest of the way, I tower over her as she rests her legs on either side of me.

  “I love you,” I whisper, brushing strands of hair from her cheek. “So damn much.”

  Sophie reaches for me, pressing a hot kiss to my lips. “I love you, too. So much it scares me sometimes.”

  “Don’t be scared, sweet Sophie,” I tell her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I’m yours.”

  “And I’m yours,” she repeats the words that melt my jaded heart.

  Then I position myself against her entrance and slowly slide into paradise. Her breath hitches as her head falls back, and I sink deeper. Fuck, she’s so goddamn tight. Sophie widens her hips for me as I grab her wrists and pull them above her head, linking our fingers together.

  “You feel so good,” she mutters when she looks into my eyes. “Faster, Mason.”

  I gradually increase my pace, sliding my hand down her arm, then cupping her breast and teasing the nipple. Her tits are so soft, and her skin is so smooth. I want to devour every inch of her. Kissing along her jaw and neck, Sophie brings a hand down my back, encouraging more. I know she’s not fragile, but knowing what she’s been through, I can’t fathom causing her any amount of pain.

  “Harder…” she says, panting. “I won’t break, baby.”

  Pulling back until I can look into her eyes, I frown. “Sweetheart, I know you won’t, but I don’t want to hurt you. Even if it’s meant to bring you pleasure, the thought of hurting you tears me apart.”

  “You could never, Mason. As long as I’m with you, I feel safe and secure. But you don’t have to hold back. Stop handling me with care.” She pleads with her gorgeous brown eyes.

  “I only want to make you feel good, Soph,” I tell her.

  “You do. Fuck, you do.” She arches her hips with a moan. “But I want you to give me all of you. Take me like you really want to. Hard, deep, fast, rough—I want it all.”

  Jesus Christ.

  Her words barely leave her mouth before I’m pulling out and ramming back inside her. She groans at first, tightening her hands on my arms, and then releases a long-drawn-out moan. I palm her breast, my fingers digging into her soft skin as I feel her explode, squeezing me like a vise grip.

  “Oh God, yes…” The corner of her lips tilts up in a flirtatious smile. “More, Mason. I want more.”

  I lean back and push her knees to her chest, then drive back inside her.

  “Hold your legs, baby,” I order, thrusting deep and hard as she squeezes her legs together. “Fuck, you feel so tight.”

  Sophie’s breathing is erratic as I grip her hip in one hand and rub circles against her clit with the other.

  “You come so hard on my cock, baby. Do it again,” I order.

  She nods, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. I focus on her swollen bud as I drive faster, and soon, she’s screaming my name again as her body shakes and her legs fall on either side of me.

  Before Sophie can catch her breath, I pull out and cover her pussy with my mouth, licking up her arousal. Once her body settles, I tell her to flip over.

  “Stick that ass out for me, Soph. Hands above your head,” I demand, lining myself up with her entrance. Sliding in, I smack a cheek and smirk when she lets out a yelp. “You like that, sweetheart?” I whisper in her ear, wrapping a hand around her waist and rubbing her clit. “You like me smacking your ass when I fuck your tight cunt?”

  Sophie responds with a shattering explosion. This time, I can’t hold back, and I come long and hard, grunting her name. She feels so good, and I don’t want to let go, so I thrust a few more times until she’s unable to keep her body up.

  She falls flat to the bed, letting out a loud breath that causes me to laugh. Once I dispose of the condom in the trash, I lie down next to her and pull her into my arms.

  “I love you, Soph. That was—”

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��Fucking amazing,” she finishes for me.

  “Yeah, that about sums it up.” I chuckle.

  “Had I known what I was missing all these weeks, I would’ve snuck into your room sooner.”

  “Oh really? Had you forgotten from three years ago?” I tease, brushing my fingers down her slick arm. “Because I could never forget. In fact, I was actively trying to forget.”

  Sophie leans up on my chest, locking her eyes with mine with sincerity. “Of course I never forgot. I had to get a vibrator after you gave me the ‘Let’s just be friends’ speech.”

  That confession makes me laugh. “You’re lying.”

  “I swear! A girl has needs!”

  “Is that so?” I lean on my side and wrap my arms around her. “This vibrator. You still have it?”

  Her chuckling and blushing are all I need to confirm that she definitely still has it.

  We fall asleep wrapped up in each other, and I’m woken up with Sophie’s hot mouth on my dick. Blinking, I clear the fog from my eyes and fist my hand in her hair.

  “Baby. Shit, that feels good.”

  She slides her tongue up my hard shaft before wrapping her wet lips around my tip.

  “Fuck,” I hiss, arching my hips.

  My grip tightens as I bob her head up and down my length. Her little gagging noises have my eyes rolling to the back of my head. Sophie pulls back slightly, stroking me hard and fast. Then she takes me by surprise when she settles deeper between my thighs and starts sucking on my balls as she jerks me off.

  “Sophie, baby,” I moan, ready to die. Her sweet torture is enough to push me over the edge, but I don’t want to just yet. I love her hands and mouth on me.

  She hums, moving back to my tip and teasing me with her tongue as she circles it around.

  “You want to fuck my throat, don’t you?” Her little taunting voice has my dick jerking.

  “Woman.” I groan. “You better get up here and ride me before I do just that.”

  Smirking, I watch as she crawls up my body, slowly kissing my stomach. With my fingers in her soft hair, I yank it just enough to get her attention. “Get your tits up here, sweetheart.”

  Her smirk deepens as she straddles me, leaning down just enough for me to wrap my mouth around her nipple. If I stroked out right now, I’d die a happy man.

  “God, your body drives me wild, Sophie. I can’t stop touching you.”

  “I don’t want you to,” she tells me, rocking her body against my waist.

  Leaning over, I grab another foil packet and put my hands behind my head as I watch her slide it down my cock. Then she rises above me and slowly lowers herself onto my hard shaft.

  “God, Mason…” She settles before she leans over and starts rocking against me. I grab her hips and arch up to meet her thrusts. “Why does it feel so good?” she whispers, her head hovering above me. “Better than I could’ve imagined.”

  I brush the hair from her face and smile. “It’s meant to be good when you’re in love, can’t live without the other person, and would literally die for them. But it’s not just good, baby. It’s fucking magical, and every moment I get with you is perfect. So goddamn perfect when it’s with the right person.”

  Sophie squeezes her eyes, and I watch as a tear falls. I catch it with my thumb, then cup her face and cover her mouth with mine. I kiss her soft and slow, then hard and fast, for all the years we lost and the missed opportunities. I kiss her as though it’s my last dying breath.

  We make love until the sun rises, and when we’re both panting and nearly passed out, I pull her into my arms and whisper, “I love you.” She smiles, then looks up at me with sleepy eyes and repeats the very words that I never thought I deserved to hear again. And for the first time in years, I allow myself to be truly happy without remorse.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Sophie

  I wake up in a tangle of limbs, the sun blaring in through the windows, and wearing a goofy smile on my face. Mason’s warm chest presses against my back, and his arm is around my waist, holding me close. I’ve never felt more safe in my life than I do right now. He’s my protector, and I’m certain he’d never let anything bad happen to me.

  Considering what I know about him, I see how far he’s really come. How much he’s done for me and all the sacrifices he’s made to get here. The way he loves me is beyond anything I could’ve ever imagined. Most days, it seems like what we have is too good to be true. The thought of giving my whole heart to him terrifies me, and it makes me vulnerable and emotionally dependent. He has the ability to ruin me, but I trust him wholeheartedly. I don’t want to walk on eggshells anymore or allow the what-ifs to keep me guarded. I’m all in.

  “Good morning, sweetheart,” he murmurs gruffly against my ear. He stirs, pushing his erection into my back. “You in the mood for a morning quickie?” I feel him smile on my neck.

  “I’d say we’re past that, seeing as it’s almost noon,” I taunt, knowing we stayed up late and slept in. “Afternoon quickie?”

  “Afternoon, evening, night—let’s make it an all-day marathon.”

  “I’ve unleashed the beast now, haven’t I?” I chuckle and wiggle my ass. “You’re addicted.”

  “Fuckin’ right, I am. Addicted to you. To your body, your soul, your amazing tits.” He slides his hand up and squeezes my bare breast.

  “I think you might need to seek counseling…Addiction can be dangerous,” I tell him.

  “Oh, baby. This is one addiction I never want to be cured from.” Then Mason rolls me toward him and climbs over me. “In fact, I’m pretty sure I need another fix right now.”

  Just as he lowers his mouth to kiss me, I block him with my palm. “Wait!” I screech, and he pops a brow. “I have morning breath.” My cheeks flush. “Let me brush my teeth and take a shower. And maybe eat something. You know, to gain more energy.”

  Mason’s head falls back with a loud laugh. “Am I depriving you of fuel?”

  “Well, you did work me quite a bit. Perhaps the hot water will help my muscles. I feel like I did a full-body workout.”

  “Oh yes, I like the idea of taking a shower.” He winks, and I push him off me with a chuckle.

  “I meant alone.”

  He pouts, sticking out his lower lip, which causes me to burst out laughing. “You’re pathetic.”

  “I’d prefer love-sick.” He grabs my hand and helps me stand.

  I go in search of my clothes, and I blush at the sight of the condom box we dug into four times last night.

  “You shower. I’ll start lunch.” He cups my face and presses a quick kiss to my lips. “And for what it’s worth, I’d kiss your stinky breath any fucking day.” He flashes me a wink and walks out of the room in only his boxers.

  Once I’ve successfully showered, brushed my teeth, dressed, and thrown my hair up in the world’s messiest bun, I meet Mason in the kitchen. Leaning in the doorway, I smile as I watch him place two sandwiches on one plate and two more on another. Then he grabs a handful of chips and places half on mine and half on his. He turns toward the fridge, grabbing two sodas, and when his gaze meets mine, he smirks.

  “You gonna watch me all day?”

  “I’ve spent many days watching you. You were just too busy avoiding me,” I tell him, walking toward him and inhaling the scent of the coffee.

  “You ever gonna let me live that down?” He snickers.

  “Oh no.” I shake my head. “That’s going in our wedding vows.”

  Mason sets the cans down, then wraps his arms around my waist. “Wedding vows?” He pops a brow. “I think the guy is supposed to do the proposing, but…”

  “That was not a proposal,” I say pointedly, but I can’t wipe the smile off my face.

  “Why not? We’re already living together. Have amazing chemistry.” Mason leans down and presses a kiss to my nose. “Pretty sure you’re obsessed with my cock. You love me.”

  I smirk. “And you’re clearly humble.”

  Mason cups my cheeks, c
laiming my lips and stealing my breath away. “Amongst many other qualities, right?” He winks before sneaking another kiss.

  I snort at the way he waggles his brows. “Just feed me.”

  “You’ve got it, woman.”

  After devouring our food, we sit on the couch with mugs of coffee and catch up on Lucifer. Mason rubs my feet as we settle into a comfortable silence, laughing at the TV and sneaking side glances. I rub the heel of my foot against his dick, knowing it won’t take much to get him hard. Though I’m a little sore from our marathon sex last night, I can’t get enough of him. Things feel so natural, so right with him, and I love spending these quiet Saturdays together with just the two of us.

  As soon as the thought enters my mind, the front door bursts open, and Liam barrels into the living room wearing the same clothes he left in last night.

  “Afternoon walk of shame?” I tease.

  Liam wrinkles his nose, sniffing. “It smells like sex in here. Did you guys finally do it?” He narrows his eyes at us. “Wait. Did you do it in here?”

  “Have you two ever had boundaries?” I ask Mason, smirking.

  “Nope. Not for lack of trying, though.” He cackles, glancing at Liam.

  “Yeah, you two totally did it,” he says, walking into the kitchen. “About damn time. But that means I’m going to need noise-canceling headphones. I bet Soph’s a screamer.” He laughs to himself, then walks back into the living room with three beers in his hands. “Am I right?”

  “Might be time to have that boundaries chat again.” I pat Mason’s leg with a mischievous grin, grab one of the beers, then stand. “I’ll be in my room.” I round the couch, then flash him a wink before leaving the two of them alone.

  It takes Mason less than five minutes to charge into my bedroom and lock the door behind him. I’m sitting propped up against my headboard with a book, my eyes scanning the sentences when I feel him between my thighs. I hold back a smirk, keeping my gaze glued on the pages in front of me. He slides his hands up my legs, under my shorts, and finds my sweet spot.