Page 34 of Mason

Damn, I liked that one.

“Mason.” I huffed, as I tore my lips from his. “This dress was a favorite.”

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he spat out before his mouth captured mine again.

Mason’s fingers ran down my body resting to cup my breasts and tweak my nipples through the lace of my bra. Shots of delight pulsed through me as his hands explored. He found the hook and undid my bra letting out a sigh as my breasts sprang free. I smiled and helped him slide it off me. His hands went back to caressing my breasts and I basked in his touch, already highly aroused from watching the dirty porn. My own fingers explored, tracing the ridges in his back before coming around to trail over every crevice and bump. I loved the feel of his body.

I sighed in pure bliss as he flexed and my fingers smoothed over his abs. Mason’s body was a toned work of art. He wasn’t too muscular that his muscles budged obscenely, he looked in proportion. Mason took care himself. He was older than me, but not by a huge age gap, just enough to make him mature, I felt.

The kiss deepened, Mason ravaged my mouth and I tried to match him, tangling tongues with his and moving my lips to his rhythm. Rubbing my body against his, I tore at his clothes, eager to take them off. His growl of pure need stopped our kiss and he eased back and pulled his clothes off until he was gloriously naked. Now nude, I circled my arms around him and ran my fingers up and down his back as I inched a leg up his thigh and moved against him, our skin kissing in tingling need for each other. He settled into my neck, his lips brushed over my sensitive skin before he sucked hard. I’d have ownership marks. His tongue slid out and licked the shell of my ear before he nibbled on the tip. Holy shit, sparks fluttered down straight to my core.

Mason made his way further down my body. His warm breath feathered over me leaving a trail of goosebumps. He kissed all the down until he was on his knees and then back up again hovering over my breasts. He blew on them and my nipples hardened. Taking a breath in, my body started shaking in anticipation of what he would do next. I groaned when he sucked a pebbled nipple in before repeating with the other. Raising my hands up I gripped his hair, holding him against me as my need for him burned higher.

His fingers roamed, heightening my desire, before they came down and he glided two fingers into my core. Gasping at the new pressure, I clutched at him and climbed on him, leaning my back against the wall and holding on to him tight. The tip of his cock nudged his hand out of the way and moved his fingers from my pussy to brush over my clit. His head came up from my breasts and his gaze caught my own as he entered me and my whole-body shuddered with a mini orgasm.

His movements were slow at first as he tested our balance. “This is so fucking hot. You are so fucking hot.” His mouth came down on mine as he sank in deep.

My body was on fire. I was already highly sensitive, like a coil sprung tight, ready to let the pressure go and unravel. Mason set a slow pace that drove me nuts, but with our position against the wall, which was very sexy and heightening my arousal beyond anything I’d felt before, I knew I had to let him be in control as he was the one holding our weight. I closed my eyes as his tongue tangled with mine and he thrust his cock in and out of me at an agonizingly slow pace.

Opening my eyes as I felt the cliff right there ready for me to fall off, I locked my gaze on his and moaned. “Please faster?”

His answering smirk and the light that came into his eyes told me he was going to have me beg. “What, bear? Faster what?”

“Move faster.”

He shook his head. “Nuh-uh. Tell me, bear. What am I doing to you?”

“Making love,” I groaned.

“Yes, but Alexa, tell me what you want me to do?”

Growling, I yelled, “Fuck me, Mason. Fuck faster, harder, deeper.”

“Hell yes,” he snarled. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”

He inched us over to the dressing table and I gripped the mirror with one hand and Mason steadied us, using the huge wooden piece of future. His movements became faster and I started to push back. I was so close to coming as tingles of pleasure flowed through me.

Staring at Mason, I watched with heightening desire as his muscles strained and tensed with each retreat and enter. Unable to resist touching his perfect body, I used one hand to smooth over his chest and around his back. I basked in the immense ecstasy as it built higher and higher as he pistoned in and out, over and over.

I was so eager for my release, my hand was gripping the mirror so tight I could feel nails breaking and poor Mason had the fingers of my other hand digging into his shoulders. Staring at him as I panted, I could see the strain on Mason’s face as he held most of our weight and fought not to come before me. I had learned Mason wanted me happy first, in everything we do.

Gazing into to his dark lust filled eyes I mewled as he went deep and as he pulled out I yelled, “I love you, Mason. Fuck, I love you so much.” I fell apart as he propelled me off the cliff and into heaven as pure bliss flowed through every cell in my body.

Mason growled like he was some beast. “You’re so God damn beautiful. Watching you come just then was the hottest thing I’ve even seen. Watch me, bear. Watch what you do to me.”

He pumped into me with a final deep push before giving a loud grunt as he let himself go. His grip slackened for moment and I slipped. He moaned and with shaky legs carried me to the bed and eased me off him. I fell, my body jelly as I basked in my raptured state. Mason got on the bed beside me and moved up to the pillows. He pulled me half on him.

“I love you, too, Alexa.” He nuzzled me and I snuggled against him.

My heart soared and my sucky day got a whole lot better.

FOR THE LAST FOUR MORNINGS, damn all day long, I had vomited anytime I moved or Mason ate, or I smelled food. I felt like shit. I could barely drink and the first trial was that afternoon. I should’ve been up getting myself ready. My therapist was down stairs with Mason’s mum, but I felt too sick to move. I had been feeling off for well over a week now, but I had brushed it off and thought it could have something to do with the trials coming up. But after four days of being unable to keep anything down, I was done thinking I could get over being scared and anxious.

“You’re not fucking going.” Mason growled from beside me as he rubbed my back while I vomited into the bucket. “Uncle Carl will be here in a moment, because I think you need to go to the hospital.”

I groaned. It was the best he was going to get. I had been protesting going to the hospital or doctors since this started, but today I couldn’t even talk. I hated the hospital, I spent so much time there when we first met and didn’t want to go back. I wasn’t a fan of anyone but Mason or his family touching me. My therapist said it was to do with my trust issues from foster care and the street and it was something I agreed with her on.

“Mason, I’m here. Move aside so I can get a look at her.” Carl, Mason’s uncle who was a doctor, came into the room and to my side. I barely gave him notice as the weight shifted on the bed. “When was the last time she kept down fluids?”

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