Aw yeah. As my fantasies intensified, I wrapped her panties around my shaft, enjoying the soft slide of silk. Aw fuck, is this what her pussy would feel like? Naw. It’d be even better, hot and wet, with a thousand g’s of suck force.
I went slow at first, wanting the movement to last, enjoying the silk brushing against the stiff length. Pausing for a moment, I rubbed the lace against my tip, getting it nice and sensitive.
And after just thirty seconds, my pole shook involuntarily. I was harder than I’d been in a long time, even with a woman in bed. Shit, that’s what Laney did to me.
Clenching my jaw, my eyes shut on their own, hand becoming a vise. Aw, fuck yeah. That sweet pussy spread open, the hole winking with nectar. The way she’d moan when I slipped it in, big boobies bobbling as she was fucked for the first time. The way she’d call my name.
“Mason, Mason!”
Oh shit. I picked up the pace, stroking myself harder and faster, fingers tight around my shaft. My back twisted on the thin mattress, thighs and abs clenching with lust. Laney. My sweet Laney. The one with the constantly wet snatch, her drenched panties our little secret.
And it didn’t take much more than that. Somehow, my sweet little girl has me wrapped around her finger even when she’s not here. Because with a jerk of my hips and a wrenching grunt, it happened. Sperm spilled all over my hand, cockpole twitching and thrusting desperately, the bubbly white everywhere. On my hand. On my mattress. On the wall, I’d shot like a fucking bb gun.
Oh yeah, Mr. Happy wanted to be in her. It wanted to make a deposit in the sweet female’s interior, that fertile pussy channel sucking it all up.
But for now, this was all I had. That, and the sweet sound of her voice in my mind. The smile on those curving lips, innocent and giving.
Fuck.
I was so fucked.
CHAPTER SIX
Laney
I stared at my computer screen, trying to write. For a few days, I’d been dragging my feet with this article. Honestly, who cared about Disney Land? Who cared about which animated character was getting top billing? People are still going to visit the amusement park no matter what. Sometimes, it felt like my boss liked to give me nothing more than busy work.
It was so stupid.
I minimized the document and switched to my browser, scanning some of my sources.
It took me no more than two minutes to get bored.
Sometimes, I really hated being a reporter.
Sighing, I leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes. And Mason materialized immediately.
Oh god.
My tongue swept out involuntarily, licking my lips.
My nipples stiffened, insides going hot.
Because it’s really hard to write an article when there’s a gorgeous billionaire plaguing your every waking thought. It is even harder when just thinking about him gets you incredibly wet and horny.
Knowing I had a deadline to meet, I tried to push him out of my mind.
Focus. Focus. If I didn’t turn this in on time, my editor would kill me. My two previous assignments had already been late. Shit. It was go time, and I glanced at the clock.
7:54 p.m. already? Shit. Shit. Shit. There was no way I was going to get this done by midnight.
Oh crap.
Getting up, I began to pace around the room nervously. My hands ran trails through my hair, even as the blood began flowing through my veins. I could do this. I could do this.
If only Mason would get out of my head!
But how could I stop thinking about him after what we did?
I slumped back into my chair, replaying the moment in my head.
Oh god. It was so wrong.
And yet unbelievably good.
Because I’d let the alpha lick and taste my pussy. Not only that, we did it in a dirty prison bathroom. What the hell was I thinking?
But the thing is, how was I supposed to deny him? Mr. Evercore was so commanding. He had a way of pulling me in like a moth to a flame. And I’d been into it for sure. I’d screamed his name, grasping at his shoulders, begging for more.
What kind of a girl did that make me?
I’ve always thought of myself as a good girl. I kept out of trouble and managed to avoid ugly relationships. But suddenly, here I was, pining over an inmate. Not only that, but he’d made me feel so good. I couldn’t deny that.
In fact, my feet were itching to get back to the San Nemo. It didn’t make any sense, but I was dying to see him again. I wanted to feel the weight of his gaze on my body, his hands on my hips, his lips on my neck. I wanted to touch, to kiss, and to take. No limits.