Page 12 of Mase
Watching him come undone is the most incredible sight I’ve ever witnessed; his facial expression holds so much passion it’s hard to describe. Exhilaration, euphoria, awe… and finally relief.
If I could bottle up the look of pure wonderment on his face as he comes down from his orgasm, I would. I’d never sell it, though. Not how I’ve sold my body. Never.
No, this look deserves to be treasured.
He pulls out of my pussy, and I wince while he smirks down at his cum and my juices blended together.
“You dirtied my cock up, little girl.” His gaze drifts up to mine, but he doesn’t look the least bit annoyed. If anything, he looks thrilled. “Feel it, feel your ruined pussy.” He guides my hand to my swollen pussy. It’s wet and tender to the touch. “Can you feel how wet you are?”
I nod frantically and stroke over my aching clit, still waiting for the orgasm that seems to have edged away with his brutal fucking.
“Paint my lips with your blood, sweetheart. Paint them and make me yours too.”
Oh, sweet Jesus.Does he mean? My eyes widen, and myhand trembles as he lowers himself toward me. When my fingers touch his lips, the sight of my blood combined with his cum has my pussy clenching in desperation. “Please,” I beg. His tongue darts out over his lip, and I swear something inside me gushes at the action.Holy shit, he’s tasting us.He closes his eyes and rolls his lips, dragging the sticky, bloody substance into his mouth and savoring our taste.
Holy hell.
He groans, then snaps his eyes open.
“Fuck, we taste good. Your innocence on my tongue has truly released the sinner inside me.” His smile turns into a salacious grin, then, without warning, he pulls back and flips me over. “I suggest you rub your little cunt, sweetheart. I’m about to take your ass, and if breaking your pussy in made you cry, this is going to make you scream.”
I’m stunned to silence, but he positions me onto my knees, and I move my hand quickly, rubbing over my aching bud with vigor, determined to get the feeling back he drew out of me with the swipe of his filthy tongue. He chuckles as if knowing my thoughts, then grabs hold of my braid and wraps it around his fist like a rein. The swipe of his wet cock up and down the crack of my ass has me rubbing my clit faster and faster.
“I’m going to fuck your ass so hard, sweetheart.” His words send a shiver of expectation through me. This is going to hurt, but I welcome it. After all, I agreed to being someone’s whore on my application form; this is what’s expected of me. What I never considered was being so attracted to the man who would take my innocence and pour gasoline on it, burning it to the ground, and the flames roar with an overwhelming fireball of indulgence.
MASE
My cock breaches her tight little asshole, and the tender skin stretches around my tip. I force myself inside her, only using our blended juices from her pussy as lubrication, and I adore the fact. “Fuck, yes,” I groan, holding back the hungry need to slam viciously inside her like a feral animal.
One hand grips her hip while I yank her hair harder to hold her in place, giving her no option but to remain on all fours while I break her ass in.
“That’s it, let me in,” I grunt as I inch farther inside.
“I don’t think I can. It burns so bad,” she whines, and I slap her ass hard. She’s my whore to control.
My guttural groan vibrates in my chest. Fuck, yes. “You’re mine to use.”
She tenses and releases a low whimper. “Oh god.”
Her hand moves faster between her legs as she thrums at her clit, no doubt trying to capture that pleasure point to subside her pain.
Despite the gnawing voice at the back of my mind, telling me to go easy on her, her earlier words scream at me louder than before, bringing with them a reminder of my past. A past that still haunts my present.
“You’re not even man enough to give me a fucking child, Mason!” Tara screams like a banshee. “I want a man!”
“You don’t even let me near you to fucking try!” I bellow.
It’s been two years since she lost the baby, a baby that wasn’t mine to begin with. Two years since she destroyed my trust, crumbling it into a thousand pieces until it was nothing but ash. Then it blew away, never again returning.
She later told me she kept the baby for us. For us? Did she really expect me to raise another man’s child? When I told the guys, Owen was quick to point out that the guy she just so happened to be impregnated by was a billionaire too.
I’m not stupid; she doesn’t love me. Not in the way a wife should love a husband, at least. “That’s because I like normal sex, Mase! You want more. You make me feel like I’m not enough for you!” she screams, and I roll my eyes.
I’ve never said she’s not enough for me. Not once.
“When it’s you that’s not enough for me.” She continues on her tirade. “Why can’t you just be normal? Be happy with what we’ve got.”
I snort at her analogy. Me not happy? She’s the one who fucks around, not me.
