But then, Mason takes things up a notch. He shifts his arms around my waist and lifts me before depositing me on the kitchen counter and seizing my mouth again.
“You’re so beautiful, Charity,” he rasps. “So fucking sweet and so young too.”
I swallow while staring into his eyes.
“It’s not a problem, is it?”
He lets out a harsh chuckle, streaks darkening his cheekbones.
“No, not at all, baby girl. If anything, it makes you even more irresistible to a man like me.”
I’m relieved, but then pull back once more.
“Yes, but Mason … this is going to be my first time,” I say in a small tone. “That is, if it’s heading where I think it’s heading. I’m so sorry,” I rush. “I know you probably don’t want to be with me, and –”
But my words are cut off by a deep kiss. He storms my soul before pulling back and gazing into my eyes.
“Who said that? You can’t imagine how those words make me feel, baby,” he rasps harshly. “Knowing that you’ve never done this with another man. That no one’s ever touched this lusciousness,” he rasps, reaching up to stroke a breast through my thin camisole. We both watch as my nipple hardens and stiffens, and a small moan comes from my throat. Mason’s eyes flare as he chuckles.
“Oh yes, you’re ready for it,” he growls. Then, the handsome alpha male grips my hips and pulls me closer, fitting himself in between my thighs so that my body is flush against his hard frame. I can feel a huge stiffness through our clothes, and I wiggle a bit against it. He growls in pleasure before grunting, “Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.”
But Mason has his ways too. Those big hands grip my thighs and then his thumbs move up my inner legs, sliding their way into my shorts. I moan a bit as they reach upwards, gently skimming against my panties.
“You’re so sexy,” he whispers, working his thumbs under the lace to touch the lips of my soaked pussy. “And so wet for me too.”
“Yes!” I moan in response, my eyes fluttering closed. Oh my God, I’ve touched myself before, but it was never like this. Hot jolts of pleasure surge through my secret space as I moisten and begin to drip. Mason growls knowingly, and one of his thumbs finds my clit to give it a steady rub, while the other teases my wet opening. Intense pleasure sparkles through my body, and I begin to pant as he fingers me deeper.
“That’s right,” he whispers hoarsely. “Keep moaning for me just like that.”
I lean back then, resting my weight on my hands and spread my thighs even further. Oh god, I want this, and Mason seems to know exactly what to do. But the man needs full access to my wetness, and suddenly, there’s a loud rip as he literally rips both my panties and my shorts apart. I’m gleaming and moist beneath his gaze and he lets out a guttural moan.
“Now your camisole,” he directs. Quickly, I toss the silk over my head, and now I’m fully nude before the handsome alpha male. My creamy curves tremble with need as I lift my knees so that my feet are flat on the countertop, showing him everything.
“Please,” I beg breathily. “Touch me, Mason.”
His blue eyes flare as he smirks.
“Of course, baby. I’m at your service.” Then, he reaches forward and gently teases my clit again before plunging a finger deep into my wetness. The squelching sound is obscene, but I don’t care. I lean back on my hands again and moan desperately, loving the deep penetration.
“Yes, yes,” I cry. “Just like that.”
Meanwhile, Mason pumps his finger inside, wet sucking sounds filling the kitchen. Pressure builds in my pelvis as I squeeze my eyes shut, my head tilting back. Then, a rush of pure pleasure crashes over me, and I cry out, shuddering with ecstasy as my pussy clamps and spasms on his finger.
“Oh oh oh!” I scream. “Oh God!”
“Yes, baby girl,” my lover rasps, eyes glowing. “Let yourself feel.”
I scream again, breasts bobbling as he fingers me through my climax, enjoying the feel of my violently shaking walls. I shriek and moan, my vision going black as the wave rushes over me again and again. But finally, I open my eyes, still panting and gasping from pleasure.
“Goodness,” I murmur. “I had no idea it could be like that.”
Mason grins and slides his finger from my wet folds before lifting it to his mouth for a taste. I’m horrified at how wet his forearm is, but he just smiles knowingly.
“You’re a squirter, sweetheart. Didn’t you know? You splattered all over me,” he remarks, indicating the now-transparent fabric of his wife-beater.
“I what?” I gasp, eyes wide.
He nods.
“You squirted, honey. Do you know what that is? It’s when a woman releases fluid when she comes and it shoots out in a beautiful arc from her pussy. I loved it, baby, and I want you to do that as much as possible.”