THIRTY FIVE – CONFESSIONS, FINALLY.

MIRA

The fire in Mason's eyes tell me he's not joking. The heat gradually unfurling in my belly tells me I might not want him to be. God, this situation is a thousand diffrerent shades of fucked up.

I watch helplessly as Mason slowly parts my trembling thighs, revealing my apparently soaked and dripping pussy to his scorching eyes. The slightly musky scent of my arousal permeates the air, betraying my earlier struggle to escape him.

His eyes leave mine, slowly trailing down my stomach until they get to my burning core. I sense the moment he catches sight of my arousal. His eyes darken imperceptibly, and his tongue flicks out to wet his lower lip. The single act sends spasms through my frame.

"So wet. So fucking ready for me." My pussy clenches at his roughly whispered words. He dips his head lower towards my core, and my eyes widen with panic. If he touches me there, I'm a total goner.

"No! Mason, wait!"

He doesn't listen. I feel his lips on the…inside on my thigh. What? He kisses hi