The Soul Mate (Roommates, # 4)

Mason

Magical unicorn pussy.

That was the only way to describe what I was feeling.

It was hard to put into words without sounding all sentimental, but this was the best sex of my life, with the hottest woman I’d ever had in my bed.

As tight as she was, I was drilling into her, burying myself up to the hilt time and again. I hadn’t found many women who could take all of me, and no one as snug as Bren.

Pure heaven.

“You okay with taking it deep like that, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” she panted. “Right there. Don’t you dare stop.”

Never. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” I grunted.

Lifting her knee so I could get even closer, I flexed my hips, sinking even further into her hot, willing body.

“I’m going to come again,” she moaned beneath me.

I felt like thumping my chest. “You normally pull hat tricks like this?” I grunted out through gritted teeth.

“No, I’m sorry.”

She was sorry? I would have forced out a laugh if my own climax wasn’t charging at me like an angry bull.

“Go for it, baby,” I encouraged. I loved how she took what she needed. There was nothing shy or timid about her. I could get addicted to being inside her. Hell, I could get addicted to her. “I’ve got all night.”

“But this is number four…I feel like a freak,” she murmured, burying her face against my throat. “This has never happened to me.”

“You’re perfect,” I told her, and not for the first time tonight.

Knowing I hit all the right spots inside her? Knowing she was multi-orgasmic-just for me? It was everything a man wanted to hear, but I knew she wasn’t just stroking my ego. I’d felt the way she trembled in my arms, every pulse each time she came and clamped down around me like a vise.

Moments later, Bren cried out again, and this time her release triggered my own, sparks shooting through my veins as I came harder than I ever had in my entire life.

Heart pounding, I rolled to my back, pulling her on top of me. Bren rested her head on my bicep and patted my chest.

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“Yeah,” I grunted, tugging her closer. There were no words for what that was. We might have to invent a few of our own come morning-call Webster’s-have them added to the dictionary.

She let out a soft, happy sigh, making herself comfortable.

My eyes fell closed, and I held her there, content and warm. As soon as I caught my breath, I wanted a repeat.

I was just going to rest my eyes for a second. When my heart rate calmed down and I got my breathing under control enough to speak, I was going to get down on one knee to propose marriage, because holy fuck. This woman was it for me. She’d ruined me for all others, and I was going to make her mine. There were no other options. As crazy as it sounded, a pack of wild horses couldn’t drag me away. I would make this woman mine come hell or high water. I would put a ring on her finger, my babies in her belly, and we’d live happily ever after. Just watch me.

The End