Page 33 of Mase
“You’ve got to be a good girl.”
She gasps, and my eyes roll. Holy fuck, I could come from that sound alone.
Smack.
“Gotta learn, Summer.”
Smack.
“Gonna be a good girl for me?”
She moans, actually fucking moans. “Oh, god, please.”
Smack.
“Say sorry, Sum.” I smooth my palm over her reddened cheek. “Say it.”
Her panting breaths fill the space between us, and it’s clear she’s struggling to remain in control and not give in to me.
Smack.
“Ahh! S-Sorry,” she whispers, sending a rush of euphoria through me.
“Good girl.”
My fingers fumble with my belt, then I pop open my jeans and pull out my leaking cock. Snatching her by the hips, I yank her toward the edge of the seat. When I push her panties to the side, I delight in the way they’re wet, soaked in her arousal.
“You like me punishing you, sweetheart?” I rasp, lining my cock up to her dripping hole.
“Y-yes.”
I slam inside her, and her body stiffens as I plunge all theway in, then draw back and slam inside harder, faster, deeper with each punishing thrust. My hips bounce off her ass as I take what I want from her. “That’s it, give it up for me. Give me your tight cunt, Summer.”
She somehow manages to grip me tighter, and the slapping of our skin is an aphrodisiac to my pent-up, tension-filled soul.
“Fuck. Fuck,” I chant, pleasure zipping up my spine.
With a hand between us, I press the pad of my thumb on her already-swollen clit, circling it as I do. “Come,” I command, and she lets out a scream that bounces off the trees. I stumble forward, pumping her small body with thick, hot ropes of my cum before falling against her and causing us both to collapse onto the seat. Our heavy breaths fill the truck, and the smell of sex permeates the air, bringing with it a sense of solace, and I know in this moment, I found my person. She’s it for me, the one who sees all of me and doesn’t want to change a damn thing. No, she embraces me for who I am.
She sets my body ablaze, weathers the onset, then becomes my calm after the storm.
We’re about to walk into the darkness together and bask in it.
SEVENTEEN
SUMMER
I continue bitingmy nails as Mase drives. He’s quiet, deep in thought, and staring ahead like I don’t exist, and I hate it. He did, after all, just come inside me. Again.
He spanked my ass, and I loved it, submitting wholeheartedly.
My body came alive beneath him, and in that moment, I would have given him whatever he wanted because I wanted it even more.
But the silence isn’t something I can take; it feels like a rejection, almost as if he’s shutting down and blocking out what we did.
His hands are still clutching the steering wheel like he’s angry. Is he angry with himself for giving in?
There’s an odd tension between us, similar to the night I gave myself to him. I’m waiting for something to happen, but I have no clue what. I only hope this isn’t rejection; not when I crave his touch so much.
