Free Bruised Angel (River of Lies #2) by Sammy King Page A

against him, she kissed his lips gently.
    “I can’t give you sex, I’m not there yet, but I need something, the pounding between my legs is hurting me and I imagine you need relief too” she said.
    Mason’s eyes widened as he buried his face in her neck kissing and lightly nipping at the skin which produced more moans. He reached down and clasped her arse pushing her against him. Slowly Mason moved her to her back and fingered at the waistband of her shorts.
    “Are you sure you want to do this?” Mason asked watching her face for a truthful reaction.
    Chelsea nodded her head and gingerly touched his face.
    “I trust you Mason” she said.
    Mason gave her his crooked smile and kissed her long and passionately as he gently put his hand inside her shorts. Chelsea gasped as she felt his hand touch her pubic hair. She felt panic grip at her, but she refused to succumb to it and pushed it away. It was a time for healing, a time to replace bad memories and bad touching with the good. Mason hesitated as he watched her face go through the myriad of emotions that she was feeling. She looked deep into his eyes and lifted her hips pushing her mound into his hand. Mason didn’t need any further prompting as he ran his finger over the slit between her legs. Chelsea let out a moan as he pushed his fingers deeper into her folds. Soon she was bucking her hips and shaking under the weight of her pleasure as he touched on her button. Suddenly an overwhelming tingle began to envelope her, it started at the base of her spine and washed its way around to her front and down her thighs.
    Chelsea had never experienced an orgasm before, but she knew what they were and she  knew that she was on the verge of one. Mason seemed to realise this too as his movements increased in fervour, with his thumb circling her clit and his fingers pumping inside her. She closed her eyes and arched her back as the pleasure took over. Chelsea couldn’t take the onslaught anymore, she reached out and grasped Mason’s hand holding it firm on her as she rocked her hips back and forth riding the waves of pleasure that swam about her, washing away the bad and replacing it with beautiful memories. Slowly the pleasure ebbed away and she floated back to reality, trembling with aftershocks. Chelsea opened her eyes and saw Mason watching her with a triumphant smile on his face. She smiled and leaned up kissing his lips with a deep passion. He groaned and ground his erection into her thigh.
    “How do I help you?” she said.
    Mason frowned and shook his head.
    “I don’t want you to feel like you have to do that Chels. I’ll fix it in the shower” he said.
    Chelsea frowned and shook her head.
    “Fix it here. I want to watch you” she said.
    Mason’s jaw dropped open and his eyes widened.
    “You want to watch me jerk?” he said.
    Chelsea nodded and flashed him a smile. She knew that she would be pushing it too far if she tried much more, but she wanted to make him feel as loved as she had just felt. Chelsea pushed Mason on his back and tugged on his pants. Mason shook his head and chuckled as he lifted his hips and slipped his pants down, pushing the blanket off exposing his bottom half. Chelsea’s eyes widened. If a penis could be described as glorious then Mason’s was that.
    “Are you sure you want me to do this? Cause once I start I don’t think I will be able to stop” he said with a frown.
    Chelsea nodded and brushed her hand over the head of his cock which caused him to close his eyes and suck in a breath. Mason reached down with his hand and grasped his cock just beneath the head and began to stroke slowly at first. As his breath became more erratic his movements sped up. Chelsea couldn’t take her eyes off it. She loved watching him having pleasure even if it was at his own hands.
    “I’m going to cum soon Chels” Mason said in just above a whisper.
    He had his eyes shut tight. Chelsea reached out and put her hand over the head of his cock,