Mason moved his hips to push his cock in and out as fast as he could, but it was getting too much for him to handle.
He was holding on to the couch to keep himself from collapsing in pleasure. He was totally spent.
I pulled his cock out of my mouth and swallowed every drop of his sweetness. “Ok, baby. Now, you are warmed up,” I said. “And it’s time to give mama something more.”
Mason’s eyes went wide as I stripped nude and pushed him back on the couch. I quickly removed the rest of his clothes and then I examined his still hardened prick.
“Is it ready?” I asked teasing.
I moved my finger along the edge of it, just tracing it to see how it might respond. His cock began to grow again.
“Good boy,” I said.
“He might need a minute,” Mason said.
I grabbed his cock hard in my hand and began beating it. Mason gasped as I stroked it up and down several times. It began to get harder, but the sweet cum had ceased to flow from its tip.
“It’s ready,” I said.
Without hesitation I hopped on top of Mason and lowered myself onto his stiffening cock.
“Fuck!” Mason yelled as I plopped onto him. His entire shaft was now inside of my wet, tight pussy. And I wasn’t waiting for him.
My body was moving up and down on him already, grinding him, working him hard.
I could see the panic and the overwhelming sensation rolling through his mind in his eyes. He was still super sensitive from coming and I was moving him harder and harder. It wouldn’t be long before he exploded inside my waiting pussy.
“Are you going to come for me?” I asked.
“Yes!”
“But not now...”
“Oh… I don’t know…” Mason tried.
“You have to hold out a little bit longer…” I teased.
I was humping his brains out now, using every muscle in my abdomen to grind his hard cock into my wet pussy. He was so hard, so long… his prick pounded against the back wall of my wetness.
“I can’t hold it any longer!” Mason yelled.
I felt him release another load into me.
Feeling his body climaxing below me, I did my best to grind my pussy onto his cock to the point that there was no space between us now. He was fully engorged into me as I quivered just enough to start triggering my own climax.
And when I came it was even better than I thought it might be.
Mason was completely spent and drained.
It was enough to give us both the best sleep of our lives.
CHAPTER 21
Mason
“I can’t believe you’ve never been to Vegas,” I said clicking my teeth.
Libby gave me a sarcastic look and then broke into a big smile. We were on our way to the City of Sin for the week. I had some business to oversee about a casino hotel I was having built there. It was actually something I’d resisted doing for a while because I’ve always been one of those guys that just gets a bad feeling about a place like Las Vegas. I’d heard too many rumors and stories, and I’d seen some awful things in my earlier days when I used to party and pretend to be part of the celebrity scene. It was so easy for a young, rich guy like me to get into it, but luckily that phase of my life did not last long and I matured past it.
But recently I’d decided that maybe it would be an interesting and lucrative place to do some great business. Perhaps my casino would be a bit more well organized than some of the others and I could do some great business. At least it was something new to keep me busy and it gave me a reason to travel to Vegas occasionally.
I was glad Libby had said yes about joining me. She didn’t have to come; she would have been perfectly fine staying home with Toby, but when he said he wanted to come then she was on board. I appreciated her being there.
And then of course I found out that she’d never been to Vegas and I decided that I had to make it a mission to pop her “Vegas Cherry”. At her age not going to Vegas when it was so close was a huge crime. It was only an hour and a half by plane, but then again it was only about eight hours by car. So, either way it was a quick trip.
“I’m not a gambler. I’ve just never had the interest,” Libby said.
“Then why are you coming?” I asked.
“Because I’ve always been curious and this seems to be an easy time for me to go.”
“And you wanted to ride in a private jet,” I said.
Libby laughed. “Is it that obvious?”
“Pretty obvious,” I said. “It’s ok. Half the reasons I go anywhere is to give myself an excuse to ride in this plane.”