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"Stunning," I reply, though I'm not looking at the horizon either. His gaze is intense, a stormy sea that threatens to pull me under, and I'm ready to drown.

"Never been one for small talk, Carlie," he says. "So I'll just say it—You’re not like the other women I’m used to. You stand out among them all like a siren calling me. I want you Carlie– I want to touch you, taste you, own you. But I’ll warn you now,once won’t be enough. I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of you."

His honesty sends a thrill through me. "Then take me, Mason. I want you too. I want this." My admission hangs between us, heavy with longing and the weight of a decision that feels both reckless and inevitable.

"Fuck, Carlie." He runs his hands over my curves, stoking the fire that rages inside me. "You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that."

We don't speak again as he guides me back to the bike. The ride back is charged with unsaid promises and yearning, every turn bringing us closer to what we both crave.

The rumble of Mason's bike fades into silence as we pull up to his house on the compound. I can hardly breathe, anticipation like a live wire under my skin. His hand finds mine, rough and sure, as he leads me inside.

"Never done anything like this before," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Me neither," Mason says gruffly, turning to face me in the dim light of his living room. "Wanting more than just a quick fuck from someone... it's new."

I search his dark eyes, finding an ocean of unspoken promises. Then, his lips are on mine, urgent and claiming, as though he's trying to speak through the kiss. Every touch is a word, every caress a sentence in a language we're writing together.

"I need you," he rasps against my mouth. “Fuck, I’ve never needed someone so badly, baby.”

"Then have me," I breathe back with a boldness I’ve never felt before.

We stumble down the hall and into his bedroom, his mouth as insistent as his hands. He pulls my shirt over my head,before slamming me against the wall to continue his ravenous exploration.

Reaching behind me, he pinches my bra together releasing the clasps. It falls down my arms and he gets a look at my large breasts I’ve been ashamed of for years. They aren’t perky and perfect like most women you see.

His eyes widen and his tongue darts out licking his lips. “Jesus Christ, you’re beautiful,” He murmurs, running his knuckles lightly over one of my breasts. That simple touch has me gasping his name. His eyes flick to mine and he smirks. Cupping both of my breasts in his strong, capable hands, he kisses me deeply and continues to massage my breasts. His rapture is intoxicating. He kisses down my neck as one of his hand moves from my breast down my stomach until his fingers dance over my pussy, lightly rubbing me over my jeans.

“Mason,” I moan. “I need more.”

Getting on his knees in front of me, he looks up at me as he undoes my button and pulls my jeans down my ass. Carefully, he pulls the jeans over my feet, until I’m free and all I have on is a black cotton thong.

He runs his hands up my thighs until he’s gripping my hips. He leans in, his nose traveling between the crevice of my pussy lips and he inhales my scent. “Carlie, fuck woman. It should be illegal to smell this fucking good.”

Embarrassed, I try and shift away but he holds me in place with one hand as he rips my panties away with the other. The slight sting fades fast as his tongue licks between my lips to circle my clit making me moan loudly.

“Are you going to be a good girl and stay put?” He growls, his hooded eyes looking up at me.

Biting my bottom lip I nod. I couldn’t move if my life depended on it. The man has me frozen to this wall as I watch what he does to me.

His cocky grin is back, bigger than before. “That’s my girl.” Using his thumbs he spreads my lips apart and places a kiss against my center. He runs his tongue up and down my slit. I throb painfully from the pleasure. I need so much more than just his tongue, yet I’m not willing to push him away. When he pushes a finger into me and I gasp, “More.”

“Such a needy pussy,” he growls, before pushing two fingers in and out of my center as he licks and sucks at my clit. I’m a live wire stretched tight ready to snap at any moment. He’s pushing me further than I’ve ever been and his assault only gets more aggressive the more I squirm. The moment his teeth graze my bundle of nerves, I crash, crying out his name.

His eyes find mine and he’s up in an instant, kissing me deeply until I’m no longer losing my mind. He picks me up, one hand behind my back and the other under my knees, and carries me to his bed. “You’re beautiful when you come.”

“Th–thank you?” I mumble.

I watch as he rolls on the condom, his jaw is set in a hard line. He looks at me with something fierce in his gaze. "Next time, I want nothing between us." It's both a vow and a plea.

Next time? I don’t know if I’ll survive one night with him, let alone a next time.

Kneeling between my spread thighs, he presses his cock to my pussy and looks up. He looks unhinged, like he’s about to fall right of the crazy train with me. “Tell me you want this, Carlie.”

“Yes,” I moan and he pushes into me, slowly. Agonizingly slow.

“Mason, don’t make me beg,” I growl.

“Fuck baby, but you do it so prettily,” He groans, pulling out and then thrusting back in quickly.

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