“Come on, baby,” I said. “I love it so much. Your dick is so good…”
My words seemed to spark a renewed vigor in Mason as he grabbed my hair and pulled hard, jerking my head back to him, finally taking some control. I wondered how hard it was for a man like him to hold back at anything. But he’d done a pretty good job thus far, and I loved the power he’d shared with me.
“I’m gonna come!” Mason yelled. “Oh, I’m going to fill you up!”
“Give it to me! Please!” I groaned.
Mason’s body began to vibrate and shake, as his cock grew a little bit harder and then started to sputter inside of me. A second later I felt him release his bucket load of sweet jizz into my waiting chamber.
“Yes!” Mason yelled with every single hump and pump of his salty seed.
I was about to come myself. I’d been wanting it for a while and now it was time. I’d earned it. Finally, after all of the stress I was going through, the games I’d had to endure, and the wondering about Mason—I was about to get mine.
And I did. My body erupted with passion and pleasure. I let myself crumble into it, my legs trembling beneath me. I wanted to fall down, but I wouldn’t allow myself this defeat.
As my orgasm began to wane, Mason suddenly pulled his cock out of me, grabbed my shoulders and guided me to my knees, where he promptly shoved his hard cock into my mouth. I groaned with surprise, but once he did I felt like I’d been given the final reward from our lovemaking.
My head was now spinning around and around. I was dizzy and I was dazed. I barely knew coherently where I was or what I was doing. All that mattered was the bliss I felt from it all. My body was still trembling from the orgasm and now I was tasting the remnants of Mason’s climax, mixing with my own juices. Somehow the two together tasted amazing and I felt that Mason and I were actually one now.
I woke up gasping for air. My room was dark. There was no Mason. It was just me in the dark. I was hornier than I’d ever been in my life, my pussy wet, and my heart lonely.
Wow… Mason and I…
Marla was right. I did want him. There was an undeniable connection there. I gravitated towards him, even if I did deny it with every bone in my body. I knew all of the reasons why I shouldn’t have been with a guy like Mason, but I hadn’t really gone over the reasons in my head of why I should go for a guy like Mason.
But the real question was, did he want a woman like me? I wasn’t sure. He could have anyone he wanted; why would he choose me?
I’ve always been considered attractive, but I’m just a preschool teacher. And I have a lot of baggage. I couldn’t let anyone get involved in it.
Right now, I’d have to settle for the fantasy of it all.
But damn, what a fantasy it was.
I laid back down and tried to get to sleep. I was almost there when I heard something. It was a scuttling sound.
Holding my breath, I checked the room. My cat Chester was lying in his little bed in the corner. He did not seem disturbed.
I listened, refusing to even breathe. Everything had to stay perfectly quiet. A few seconds went by and I didn’t hear anything.
Just as I was about to dismiss it as nothing, I heard the noise again, louder this time.
I didn’t want to move. But I knew I couldn’t just lie there. I had to search my home and make sure that everything was ok. I’d never sleep another wink otherwise, and if it was something, I had to deal with it. That was the way of life, of being an adult. It meant often having to make and deal with the tough choices. I’d spent too much of my life seeking comfort; now I couldn’t do that anymore.
It was actually a good thing; I was starting to learn how much of a trap comfort can really be.
I stepped quietly out of bed and went to my bedroom closet. Carefully opening the door so it wouldn’t squeak, I reached into the back of the closet and found my old, aluminum softball bat.
I gripped the handle tightly in my hands, feeling the old, worn rubber grip wrapped around the aluminum. The bat felt heavy on my shoulder as I left my room and looked quickly left and then right. I could hardly see, but my eyes were beginning to adjust. The house was not completely dark; there was just enough residual light from outside to give everything an ominous looking glow.