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Mason is on me in an instant, helping me stand. “You’re still sore?” His mouth turns to a frown. “Damnit, I was too hard fucking you last night, wasn’t I?”
“Easy, buddy, don’t go inflating your dick’s ego. I’m just stiff.” My joints always hurt in the morning. It’s another reason I take a hot bath every day. My bones hurt like I’m ninety-six, which sucks.
But honestly, I am a little sore from last night, too. Mason fucks like an animal and I love it.
“You’d tell me, right?” He’s still holding my waist, worry making his brows dig down. “If I’m being too rough, you’d say something. Promise me you’d say something, Leah.”
“Hey, whoa, chill.” I boop his nose. “I like the way it hurts.”
Mason stills. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s a good hurt, X.” My body’s already craving his touch again. This chemistry between us isn’t just fun, it’s addictive. “I want you again.” Hooking my arms around his neck, I lure him back in the bed with me.
“I can’t be late for this meeting, Princess.”
“Then fuck me fast, X.”
“Jesus.” He peels his shirt off and unbuckles his belt while I rake my fingers through his hair and shove my tits in his face. “I swear you’re going to break me, woman.”
“Awww, poor baby.”
He spreads my legs and dives his big tongue inside me. “We don’t have time for your mouth!” I smack his head. “I want your dick.”
“You get what I give you,” he growls, before sucking on my clit.
I’m still overstimulated from last night and my clit is extra sensitive. He has me coming in less than a minute, with my eyes rolling back as my body catapults into pure bliss. I scream Mason’s name.
He looks up from between my legs and smiles. “Say it louder. The penthouse didn’t hear you.” He peppers kisses all over my body until he reaches my mouth. “You’re so gorgeous when you come, Princess.” He slides his cock inside me, and I realize he’s not wearing a condom.
We’d discussed this last night, but it’s still a little freaky not using one.
I’ve got an IUD. I’m clean. He’s clean. And it was my idea to go without a barrier. Great dick must make me stupid.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groans in my ear.
Mason fucks like a storm. He doesn’t just piston his hips. He surges. The man’s entire existence seems to laser focus on giving me pleasure.
“Turn over.” He pulls out long enough for me to roll onto my belly, then he crawls on top and plunges into me again. His mouth is hot on my skin when he latches onto my shoulder. That body part is my absolute kryptonite.
He bites down.
“Fuck,” I squeak. “Again.”
I can’t describe how good it feels to have my pleasure laced with a little pain. We tried it last night, and this only confirms that I definitely enjoy straddling the line.
Mason licks the spot he just bit, soothing it. “Your pussy clenches whenever I kiss you here.”
He puts his mouth on me again, groaning because he’s right; I do clench when he does that. It’s an automatic response I can’t control.
“You’re so wet, Princess.” His mouth works in wicked ways, driving my lust higher and higher.
With his arms bracketing my shoulders, I’m pinned in place. Keeping my hips tilted up and lower back arched, I let him drive me towards another climax. I see stars when I come this time.
“That’s a good girl,” he growls. “Grip my dick with your pussy. Make me come.”
All I can do is whimper while he fucks me.
“Where do you want it, Princess?”