Free The Valentine's Dare (The Sycamore Serial Book 1) by Nicolette Owens

his belt slowly and drawing it out. “So you want a strip tease, huh?”
    “You’re a real piece of work,” she said, a smile lighting up her face. “Just take them off already.”
    Mason dropped the belt and undid his zipper. “Someone’s impatient. That’s okay - so am I.”
    He pulled his jeans off, revealing a tight pair of dark blue boxers and a tantalizing glimpse of what lay beneath. Am I really going to do this? Kierra thought, nervous in the pit of her stomach. Mason strode towards her and took her in his arms, his muscular body pressing against her as their lips met once more. The feeling of him against her drowned out everything but her own lust. Yes. Yes, I definitely am going to do this.
    Now only the thin cotton of their underwear separated them. Mason tipped Kierra back on the bed, his mouth roaming down to her breasts as he took her nipple softly between his lips. One of his hands danced down her stomach to her hips, then slid beneath her panties.
    “Oh God,” she moaned, squirming and pressing up against his fingers as they stroked her skin. Further south he went, parting her folds and brushing up against her clit. “Right - there?”
    Mason’s mouth moved. “There?” he experimented with his fingers until she moaned, twisting towards him. “There,” he confirmed, with smug satisfaction in his voice.
    Kierra kissed him, clutching her fingers between her thighs and pressing her hips towards him. Mason’s shoulders clenched as he pulled her tight against him, his hips falling between her legs, hand slipping her underwear down.
    “I can’t - wait anymore,” he warned, hips jerking as the outline of his cock rubbed against her.
    “Don’t.”
    In answer, he pushed off his boxers, and they went on the floor along with her panties. Kierra stared down at him, stark naked between her legs, rock hard cock curving towards his abdomen. He held himself in one hand, tantalizingly close to her naked pussy.
    “Condoms?” she asked, her voice choked with her own desire. Fuck me, now, she left unsaid, but by the spark in his eyes she knew he heard it.
    “Got it.” Mason paced around the bed to the nightstand, his eyes never leaving hers. He pulled out the drawer and took a wrapped condom from it, the foil crinkling in his hands. His cock came to her attention - the whole long, thick length of it.
    Kierra crawled over to the edge of the bed and placed her hands on his hips. “This looks like it needs some attention,” she said, glancing up at him from beneath her leashes to appreciate the hunger in his eyes. Her mouth was oh-so-close to the head of his cock, and it wasn’t hard to see it was affecting him. “Let’s wrap it in something besides latex for a moment.”
    Mason swallowed, his hand falling to her hair to stroke the top of her head. “Sounds good to me.”
    She drew his tip into her mouth, tongue working the slit. Groaning, Mason drew her closer, and she let the first few inches of him fall into her mouth. At the same time, she put her hand on his sheath, working him slowly.
    “Ah - yeah, just like that,” he groaned, head falling back. “Fuck.”
    Exactly. Kierra worked him back and forth, reveling in the sounds that fell from his mouth, the look on his face when she glanced up to him. Soon he was all worked up, his mouth falling open, his hips thrusting back and forth into the ring of her hand and mouth.
    “Ugh- God.” Suddenly he stopped, pushing her head back. “This is all well and good, but I’m ready for the main show.”
    His cock fell out of her mouth and he sheathed it in the condom, hands playing through her hair. “Sounds good to me,” she said, drawing him back towards the bed, legs fallen open to make room for him. They came together on the bed, all wandering hands and entangled legs, hips lining up like a prayer, mouths meeting with a gasp of air.
    Mason’s hand on his cock guided him towards her, his eyes meeting hers as he guided himself slowly, gently, inside