“Taste yourself,” he hums as his lips connect to mine. His tongue splits my lips and I do exactly as he demands. I taste myself. Heady and sexy and pretty damn good, if I do say so myself.
I’m coming back to the land of the living, my heart rate calming as we kiss, my eyes regaining focus, and I see he’s carried me to an oversized lounger, bed sort of deal, under the poolhouse overhang. As Mason holds himself over me, I stare at the sinuous muscles in his shoulders, hard cords of pure power, flexing and twisting effortlessly.
“You’re my new favorite food.” He smiles on a sniff. “And, my new favorite everything if I’m honest. You’re fucking perfect, Jenny.”
“I will admit…” I take a finger and swipe it on his chin, my slick arousal still clinging there, then put it in my mouth, pulling it out slow and dramatic on a sexy moan. “I taste yummy.”
“Smart ass.”
He grins as he pushes himself back, looking down between our bodies, and my eyes follow his gaze.
That cock is a beast.
Bigger than I first thought. The tip has little droplets of liquid forming at the opening and dripping down, and I get my first eyeful of his balls, looking as big as those stupid chrome ones douchebag guys hang from the back of their pick-up trucks.
I swallow hard, the logistics of how this is going to go eluding me. Luckily, my lust-addled brain doesn’t seem to care and my now-greedy pussy says damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead no matter the collateral damage.
“We doing this?” I ask, voice shaking but confident at the same time.
“Oh yeah,” Mason grits out, reaching down to give his shaft a few strokes, and I have to wonder just how much cum a set of balls that big can hold.
But, from the look in Mason’s eyes…I’m about to find out.
Chapter 5
Mason
I don’t know how it’s possible that her hold on me tightens with each passing second but it does. I am a bit terrified to see how I’m going to feel after I fuck her.
After I claim her.
Make her cum on my cock.
Jesus, I’m gone for this fucking girl.
Her flavor roars through me, embedding itself into my very DNA, turning my already manic level of obsession with her into true madness.
I run my hand up and down my granite-hard shaft, the veins pulsing, looking ready to pop as pre-cum seeps from the tip. My balls are tight and hot, priming the pump that’s going to deliver a load into her sweet, cherry pussy. My cum will be shooting like a fire hose directly against her cervix.
I’m going to breed this girl, my one true obsession, on her eighteenth birthday.
“Happy birthday, little flame,” I half-growl, looking down at the pink folds of her pussy splaying out like a perfect flesh flower.
“Thank…you…” She mouths the words as I see a slow release of more of her sweet, warm nectar slipping out of her innocent pussy.
“Who do you belong to?” I rumble as the throb in my balls tries to distract me, but I hold fast. “Let me re-phrase…who do you and this pussy belong to?” I demand, my voice harder as I continue fisting my erection, giving the base a squeeze as I try to keep from spraying jizz all over her soft curves.
“I suppose the only answer I can think of is…you, Mr. Thomas.”
“Damn right. A+. I’m the only answer. No one else, not ever. Nobody will see you, have you, want you, need you like I do.”
I lock one arm next to her, moving my hips so my cock is above her ripe cherry pussy, then running the swollen head around her clit, making her hiss as her eyes fall to slits.
“Ready again, are you? Your pussy is already greedy for me. I told you. You’ll crave me like I’ve craved you for three fucking months.”
Her nipples pull into puckered peaks as her body bows, the tip of my dick nudging through her folds, then back up to slap against her little pearl, over and over, until she’s panting and driving her hips upward into my cock strokes.
“I’ve craved you too, even before right now, you know...”
“You don’t know craving yet, trust me.” I guide my cock down, teasing her virgin hole as her eyes snap back into wide hazel glades. The low lights from the pool house and under the water cast dreamlike shadows and colors across her face, like a erotic light show made especially for me.
I feel a rush of warm juice meeting my tip as she opens her mouth in a little gasp.
“Please, I want you. I didn’t understand what this felt like before. It’s like I’m about to implode, or explode, or evaporate or…whatever…something bad will happen if you don’t…” Her voice trails off as I feel pressure on the back of my thigh. Her heel is pulling me forward and I know how she feels.