Page 88 of Screwged for Christmas

Mason’s deep voice catches me off guard and my heart takes the sudden jolt of surprise as its cue to hit overdrive.

“Take all my cock, baby.”

He’s dirty talking? But with whom? Have I interrupted him with someone else? Fear freezes me by the door, clutching the handle I just locked. I didn’t notice any pictures in his office of another woman, but I could be wrong.

My face heats to boiling and I falter in my steps.

A deep and rough groan comes again and what it does to my body makes me question my sanity.

“Angel? I thought you would sleep through the night.”

He must have heard my heavy breathing.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you. I woke and got cold.”

“Come here, sweetheart.”

I place one foot in front of the other and round the couch to see his very hard, thick cock in his hand. He’s jacking himself off and the erotic view is more than I can take. Heat instantly pools between my legs and my nipples hardened beneath his heavy robe.

He doesn’t look shy or embarrassed about touching himself when I come to stand in front of him.

From base to tip his big hand keeps stroking the long, hard gorgeous length between his legs.

“I thought you were with someone,” I say but I don’t let on to the amount of relief I feel I didn’t stumble into him having sex with another woman.

He pushes to his feet, his beautiful, heavy cock bouncing between us with a thick drop of cum on the tip.

I lick my lips and he looks on with a wicked expression that leaves nothing to the imagination. He wants me. Bad.

“Silly thoughts, angel.” He purrs close to my ear as he pulls me against him. His hard cock pressing into me. “There’s no one else but you.” He pulls back to look me in the eyes.

To prove his point he wraps my hair around his hand and pulls my head back until my face is turned up to him. My lips part and he takes it as an open invitation for a taste.

The pulse between my legs has me loosening the sash on my robe to reach in and try to relieve some of the pressure.

“No, baby girl, that’s for me to do.” He takes my hand and pulls it away.

“Not this time, Mason. You’ve had enough fun, don’t you think?” Before I can think about it I drop to my knees in front of him, letting my robe fall open. I open my mouth and wet my lips.

“But first, how could you think I would ever reject you? I remember your words to me right before I fell asleep.”

He strokes a finger down my cheek. “I don’t have the best record with women, sweetheart. They’re usually out for something money can buy or think being arm candy is the highlight of their lives. That doesn’t roll with me.”

“What about your mom?”

“What about her? She walked out when I could barely fend for myself. Came home one day after school to find my dad on the porch. Note in hand. Apparently, she thought the football coach from the high school where she taught could give her a better life.”

Now I understood. It all made sense now. In an effort to push both our dark memories aside and not have to deal with them, I smile up at him.

Through the opening of his pants I get the full view of the deep cut V in his hips from hours at the gym or maybe he was born that damn good looking. I don’t know but the way my brain stops forming thoughts and instead goes from nice to naughty in zero to sixty leaves me speechless. I’m not experienced, not even in the slightest, but I have the internet and I know sexy when I see it and Mason Savage is the definition of a panty-melter.

Black dress slacks hang from his hips and his belt buckle jingles lightly with his movements. I see the wet marks I left behind on those thousand-dollar slacks and you know what, I can’t say I’m sorry when I feel a burst of pride in marking the man like some lioness in heat.

“God, I don’t have it in me to tell you no this time, sweetheart. Please forgive me.”

My pussy clenches as he hooks his balls over the edge of his briefs and peels the zipper down the last half inch to give me full access to his cock.

“I’m not playing, Mason. And I’m not going anywhere. You have nothing to apologize for. I’m a big girl but more importantly I know what I want. I’m too tired to think of why I feel so safe with you. Why I feel so right next to you. For now anyway. I’m going to trust my instincts and my heart for once. But Iknowfor a fact I want you so you get that reserved look off your face right now. I’m not going anywhere. Now can we stop talking already? I’m hungry for a taste.”

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