Page 46 of Mase
“Yes.” His hand works up and down his length. “So fucking hard.”
“You want me to choke her with it?”
His hooded eyes meet mine. “Yes. Choke her with it.” His voice is dark and has an intensity to it that has me fisting my cock faster, my grip becoming painful.
“You want me to fill her hole with my thick cum?” I bite out, and my balls draw up.
“Holy fuck, yes. Do it,” he heaves, the aggression in his tone evident.
“Please, I need it,” Summer begs so beautifully, and I lean over her, delivering the first splash of my hot cum to her waiting tongue. It hits her cheek, her nose, then I aim it down her neck and over her bare tits. It feels like my supply of cum is never-ending, and hearing Travis experience his own peak only adds to my experience.
“Ahhh, fuck,” Travis roars into the room, and I drop back against the couch, completely spent.
Summer swipes at her mouth, and I chuckle when she grimaces as her hand touches her cheek. “It’s everywhere.” She smiles back at me. “You’re very messy, Mase. You need better aim.”
“My aim was perfect.” Grinning down at her lazily, I move to adjust her top and push her straps back in place. I take her chin in the palm of my hand. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever set eyes on. I don’t know how the hell I got so lucky to have caught you.”
Emotion washes over her face, and she blinks away unshed tears.
“Pretty sure it was all thanks to an app where she sold her body. Against my wishes, I might add,” Travis delivers while tucking his spent cock back into his jeans.
“You come?” I lift an eyebrow in his direction.
“Fuck yes. Hot as hell.” He swallows thickly. “Thanks, man.”
I nod at him, then move to my feet and lift Summer into my arms. “I’m going to spend the rest of the night appreciating this hot little body while thanking Oscar O’Connell for being a pure genius,” I state, and Summer wraps her legs around my waist.
“Who?” Trav shouts as I head through the door.
“The Mafia!”
“The fucking what?” he screeches, making Summer and me laugh as I turn and head up the stairs.
“Do you think this Oscar guy can help with something else too?”
I pull back to peer into Summer’s eyes. “Like what?”
She chews on her lip.
“Anything you need I can help you with, Sum. You’ll never need anyone again, not while you have me.”
“But I don’t know how long I’ll have you for.” It’s like she’s trying to tell me something without uttering the words. I search her face, and something cold slithers down my spine, and I come to a stop.
I open my mouth to ask her, but she shakes her head, and her soft, salty lips brush over mine, seeking access. When her tongue prods at my mouth, I become completely consumed by this girl.
TWENTY-FIVE
SUMMER
Tonight was simply amazing,and the fact that Mase has welcomed Travis into our fold and accepted him feels like a dream. But the guilt eating away at me is rearing its ugly head, especially when the nausea rolling around my stomach threatens to erupt. Glancing at the clock, I see it’s still the early hours of the morning. My sickness is coming at random times, making me believe there’s no such thing as morning sickness. There can’t be—or not in my case, at least. Instead, it’s any-time-of-day sickness.
I peer over at Mase and take in his sleeping form, the way the sheet rests against his abs has my fingers twitching to lift it, and my mouth salivates to taste him again.
But when my focus latches onto the ring attached to the chain around his neck, my stomach lurches and vomit flames up my throat. I rush out of bed and into the bathroom, gently closing the bathroom door before dropping to the floor and heaving into the toilet. The burn comes after I expel the contents of my stomach, and I sob. “God, I hate this.”
“Hey, it’s okay.” Mase strokes my back, and I freeze. “You finished?”
All I can do is dip my head, and he takes hold of my arm and gently helps me to my feet. Feeling his eyes on me, I avert my gaze, and he blows out a deep breath. Then, before I can think of my next move, he lifts me onto the counter, places toothpaste on my toothbrush, and slides it into my mouth. Tears fill my eyes. I don’t even have memories of my mother brushing my teeth, and now I’m receiving the care from a man I so desperately want. Why does life have to be so cruel? To hand me someone who can bring me happiness, yet just as easily rip it away.
