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“Beg harder.”
I shove my hand between my thighs and gather some of my arousal on my fingertips. “Please.” I shove a finger in his mouth. “Make me come on you, Mason.”
He nips my finger and unbuckles his belt, pulling his pants down. “That’s my good girl.”
We both look down to watch him drive in and out of me. The way his cock is wet from my pussy. The way my lips wrap round his base. The sound of our bodies slapping together. He yanks the top of my dress down so my tits fall out. Then he bites my nipples through the fabric of my bra, making my eyes roll back.
“I’m close.” Hooking my arm around his neck, I drive my other hand through his hair and pull it.
“I’m not wasting a drop of us,” he warns.
“Neither will I.”
Mason roars with his release. Hearing it and feeling the way his cock throbs inside me, makes me orgasm too. He pulls out and licks my pussy, gathering our pleasure on his tongue and holds it out for me. I take him in my mouth and suck on his tongue. I will never get enough of how filthy we can be with each other.
Once we’re both fully satisfied, I pull my dress back in place. “Ready?”
“Mmph.” He’s already pushing his dick back inside me for round two. “Ten more minutes.”
“Mason!” If we don’t leave now, he’ll fuck me straight through the night. “We have to go. Your dad, Jackson, and Grace are waiting for us.”
He droops like a wilted plant. “Well, that just killed my hard-on.”
I figured it would.
He snags his clothes off the floor. “Never mention their names to me when I’m balls deep inside you again, Princess. I’ll need therapy.”
“I promise. Never again.”
By the time we reach the game, we’re a half hour late. Even with reserved parking, it’s a nightmare getting inside and to our seats.
Grace is the first to greet us. “You guys missed the first pitch!”
“Traffic was a nightmare.” Mason snags a hot dog from his brother and hands it to me.
“Traffic, huh?” Grace’s eyes narrow. “Is that the story you’re sticking to?”
“Yup.” Mason shoves a hot dog in his mouth and winks at me.
“Aw come on!” Tom yells at the umpire. “That was a bullshit call!” He pats Mason on the back. “Good to see you, son.”
They embrace in a quick hug before cheering when the next batter hits the ball and runs to first base.
“Go! Go! Go!” Mason screams.
The player bolts past first and slides into second.
“Here you go, Leah.” Grace hands me a cold beer. “Jackson’s beer bitch tonight, so whenever you’re feeling thirsty, make him go on a run.”
Jackson shrugs. “I lost a bet with her that you’d be on time. Never thought it was possible for Mason to be late to a baseball game.”
“And what did I tell you?” Grace puts her hands on her hips. She looks adorable in her Gucci blouse, red shorts, and baseball hat. “I said Leah was priority numero uno. She could have said she wanted to fly to Paris for a macaron before they came here, and he’d have made it happen.”
Jackson shakes his head, ducking to hide his smile.
My heart is so full.
Mason’s slowly working on patching things with Jackson. Grace is helping with that. Tom has also put some effort into making changes to rebuild a relationship with his kids. Mason still doesn’t speak with Scarlet, but there’s no love lost there. Maybe that will change later down the road, but Mason’s happy with the boundaries he’s set.