“Fuck,” he groans, and his muscles tense up at once. I look at his chest, biting on my lower lip as I see his muscles bulging, his abs a perfect wall of lust. And then he starts to cum.
A long strand of cum shoots from the tip of his cock and hits me straight in the face. I grin as I feel the warmness of it against my face and I open my mouth, taking the next strand over my tongue. It doesn’t take long for my mouth to be brimming with his seed.
“That’s it… Come for me…” I moan, semen cascading out of my mouth as I speak. He keeps on stroking as he cums, a river of his seed covering my face, neck, and tits. While his cock gives out its final spasms against his fingers, I grin wildly and, grabbing my own tits, start to smear his juices over my naked body. I take my hands down to my stomach, pushing the cum there, and then I go further down to my pussy. Trembling, I feel thick strands of his gooey warmness dripping down my folds; I look up at Mason and bite on my bottom lip. There’s no need for words; he goes down to his knees and, moving like a predator, he lunges at me.
Wrapping his lips around my inner lips, he starts to suck on my pussy; then, when he has already licked me dry, he moves his tongue up my stomach and toward my tits, scooping his own cum in the process. Moving his mouth between my breasts, he only stops when his lips find my own.
I place both my hands on his face and kiss him, our tongues dancing around one another as we swap his cum. I’ve never exactly been a saint or a prude, but I’ve never been this wicked… But with Mason, it just seems right. When I’m with him, everything seems right.
“I love you so fucking much, baby girl” he whispers, a tender smile on his lips. His words are genuine and, just hearing him, I become as sure as I have ever been that nothing will ever again come between us. Whatever we have to do to make it work, I know we’ll do it. Whatever the cost.
“I love you too… You’re my everything.” I smile and lean back against the couch, pulling Mason close to me. He sits by my side and, as I throw my head back, I simply close my eyes and hold his hand in mine.
This is perfection.
This is happiness.
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Mason
I wake up as the rays of sun start to hit my eyes.
I look over and smile.
She's fucking beautiful. But right now, she's just a head with blonde hair peeking out from underneath the blankets.
Jesus Christ we did some crazy shit last night.
You remember I told you to take your fucking panties off? That they'd get wet?
I hope you listened to me.
No, I'm not going to check for you. Listen, after everything that went on with Lorna, the most I'm going to do is roll over like I'm doing now and run my hand over Becca's tight, smooth, squeezable ass.
Fuck, her ass feels good. And I can tell that even in her sleep she's fucking enjoying it.
She moans slightly. I'm probably giving baby girl a wet dream right now.
Her body twitches ever so slightly and I pull myself closer to her.
I'm a fucking animal. I'm guided by just one thought and desire right now. And that's to bring my naked body as close to hers as possible. To rub my cock against her. To please myself using her. Lust is guiding my thoughts. Carnal fury is starting to simmer in my brain.
My cock starts to press against Becca's ass cheeks underneath the blanket and I pull my teeth back in a silent snarl.
This girl does all sorts of fucked up things to me. I mean it. Look at me.
Twenty-four hours ago I was the King of Wall Street. On top of a globe-girdling multinational corporation.
Sure, technically I still am. But I know what's coming. I know where this is heading.
I made my choice last night. And I chose Becca over Kane Price.
Do I regret it at all in the morning?
Absolutely not. I'll never regret the decision I made.
So what? The Board of Directors fires me? Is that what you're worried about, Gorgeous?