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“Mmm hmm.” Like that’s no big fucking deal, he keeps kissing me while sliding his hand up my t-shirt to palm my tits.
“A billion with a b.”
“Mmm hmm.” He sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.
I slap his head. “A billion?”
He bites my hardened nipple. “With a b. We just established that.”
“Oh my god, Mason!” I squeeze his cheeks and pry him off my boob. “That’s amazing! Congratulations!”
With his face squished until he has fishy lips, he smiles at me. “Thanks.”
I smash my mouth to his.
He laughs and has finally lost that sadness in his eyes. He looks younger, happier, even lighter than he had just moments ago.
“Mason!” I scream at him. “Holy shitballs, we have to celebrate!” I wiggle out from under him and climb off the bed. “What do you want? My treat. This is incredible. I’m so proud of you!”
He sits on the bed, running a hand through his dark hair. “I just made a billion and you want to treat me?”
“Hells yes, I want to treat you!” I grab his shoulders and shake him. “Oh my god. How are you so calm? I’d be bouncing off the walls if I were you. Shit, I feel like I’m bouncing off the walls for you!”
He laughs again. “How about I treat you instead?”
“Nope. That’s not how this works. You should be celebrated, not me.”
He snags my hand and yanks me against his chest so he can play with my tits again.
“Ugh.” I smack the top of his head. “You’re incorrigible.”
“And you’re all I’ve thought about today.” He runs his hands up and down my back. “You drove me wild in that dressing room earlier. Knowing all those men were fantasizing about being the lucky fuckers to take you out in that new dress, when it’s me who gets the honor.” He unclasps my bra. “I want to fuck you in that dress. On live camera.”
My heart stumbles to a stop. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah.” He yanks my panties down. “May I?”
May he fuck me on camera during a live? I’m not sure about that. “I have to think about it, Mason. That’s a big step.” And I think he’s still flying high on his good news, which is making him not think clearly.
The thrill of doing something so risqué gives me goosebumps. I absolutely love the idea of putting on a show for others to watch. To be the spotlight in the center of this man’s attention and affection? To let others enjoy watching him fuck me until I come, screaming through a wild, vicious, head spinning orgasm?
It sounds amazing, but… “I don’t think we’re there yet.”
I sense Mason closing up. The last thing I want is for him to think I’m kink shaming him. I have a feeling his other women probably have, and I’m not like them.
“I’ve never exposed my whole body on camera before.” I confess. “And I’ve never had sex on camera.”
“But you did it with me that first night,” he argues, confusion in his tone. “You masturbated with me as X.”
“That was the first time I ever did something like that.”
Mason’s eyes widen. He swipes a hand over his mouth. “You’re serious?”
“As a heart attack.” But I don’t think he believes me.
His dark brow arches in challenge. “Why did you pick that night then?”
“Honestly?” I shrug. “I was hung up on fantasizing about fucking you, Mason. That night I left your condo, you were all I could think about. All I could talk about in the restaurant, too. When X showed up online that night, wearing pants that looked just like yours, and had a nice couch like yours, I totally imagined it was you I was getting off with, not X.”