Page 51 of Meet Mason, the Billionaire

I pinched her nipple, just hard enough that she winced. Megan latched onto my rod and sucked like her life depended on it. I adjusted the settings until she thrashed about once more.

To be honest, I lost count of her orgasms. When we were at least around eight or so I called a stop to the game, because I wanted to be hard for the next bit.

“What are you doing?” she asked in a throaty whisper as I crawled down to the foot of the bed. “Are you untying me? For god’s sake, why?”

“Just your legs. As for why, that will soon be obvious.”

I pulled the pink plug from her perfect pussy, sucking her sweet juices by plunging my face into her now empty cunny. I suckled her clit until she squirted in my face and hollered fit to wake the dead.

“What are you doing?” she asked as I grabbed her hips and started rolling her over.

“I’m going to fuck that sweet pussy with this cock,” I growled.

“Oh, no, anything but that,” she said playfully. “Oh!”

When I rolled her over, her arms were crossed over her body. She was forced into a head down, ass up position. She wriggled her bottom, making the tail sway.

“Is my tail pretty, Sir?” she asked.

“It’s so pretty,” I rumbled. I pressed my cock against her pussy, moving the tail aside. I ran the throbbing head through her glistening pussy. She moaned softly as I slipped inside of her at last.

I groaned, because I could feel the vibe through the thin membrane of flesh separating my cock from her pony plug. I thrust into her pussy the first time, and her moan became a wail.

I slapped my hands on either side of her hips and glided in and out, in and out. I was ready to glow after immediately, but I wanted to make sure she enjoyed it even more than I did. I’m not one of those guys who gets jealous of a vibrator’s ability to make a woman cum, but I did get a kick out of doing it the old-fashioned way, too.

“Oh fuck, Mason,” she cried. “It’s so good! I feel so full.”

“I love stuffing you with hard cock,” I gasped.

That seemed to push over fully over the edge. Her scream pierced the air, and her pussy clamped down on my cock in a series of quick, tight, jerky spasms.

I pulled my cock out of her cunny, then removed the plug at last. She gasped as I poured lube onto her starfish.

I worked my cock into her ass, and she let out a guttural moan. Megan leaned into me, working herself further and further onto my cock until I was buried balls deep inside of her.

“Oh yes,” she groaned. “It feels so good. Please don’t stop.”

I pumped my hips, ignoring the way that my cramping hamstring protested. I made a mental note to get more magnesium in my diet before cumming in her ass.

When I untied her at last, she grabbed hold of me and hugged me tight with all four limbs. She snuggled up to my side and sighed.

As our sweat and passions cooled somewhat, I realized with shock that I was falling for the dark-haired artist in my arms.

And I was fallinghard. No pun intended.

Chapter Twenty-One

Megan

Breakfast at Mason’s the next morning came with dessert, if you catch my drift. Nothing too much fun, you understand. We both had work to get to.

I spent most of my shift at the restaurant coasting on the afterglow of the night before. The whole day, really. From Mason swooping in as the big hero to save my friend from going to hard people jail, to the chase through the streets of Manhattan, culminating with our unwitting participation in a nude body art sketch.

Then, as if that hadn’t all been enough all on its own, there had been the mind-blowing sex. I never knew I wanted a vibrating ponytail inside of me, but Mason was revealing a whole other side to my sexuality I’d never really dared to examine before.

Mason made me feel safe with being myself, and that let me be more uninhibited in the bedroom, as well as other areas of my life.

When my shift ended—complete with a pocket full of bills from generous tippers—I headed home and finished a painting I’d started weeks earlier. All in one afternoon. The surrealist landscape bore the merman from my mural, the one who looked suspiciously like Mason.

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