I raced to my bag and plucked a condom from the side zipper. “Put this on. Quick.”
He snapped it from my fingers, peeled it open with his teeth, and rolled it onto his massive erection. I straddled him again. “Now, where were we?”
He wriggled his eyebrows, and I reached down between my legs, wrapped my fingers around his cock, and guided it to my pussy. Once in position, I put both hands on his chest, and as I glided that glorious beast into me, my eyes rolled. Mason filled mecompletely, like the final puzzle piece slotting into place.
With my hands on his chest, I rose up and down, taking charge of the speed and depth. Mason’s hands clutched my breasts, gripping them firm and tight as he squeezed over and over. Each drive of his cock inside me produced another layer to my building climax. But this orgasm was different from my others. It was deeper somehow.Moreintense, growing slowly, slowly as it reached every nerve in my body.
Mason clenched his teeth,makingthe muscles in his jawbulge. I pushed back from his chest and drew my feet and knees up,so I squattedon top of him.
His cock was deep,deepinside me, and it felt so good.
He thumbed my clit, and I clutched his arm for support and rode him like there was no tomorrow, in and out, up and down. With every plunge, his cock thumped that wonderful part inside me that demanded attention.
“Fuck. Yes!” Mason yelled. His eyes shot open, but he didn’t seem to be seeing. He shut them again, and as he dug his fingers into my hips, I rode him up and down until my hot juices flowed again.
Gasping for breath, I fell to his chest, and he clutched me to his body. As I lay there, listening to his galloping heart, his cock gradually shrunk inside me.
Soon, I eased off him, nestled into the crook of his arm, and let out a huge sigh of contentment. A couple of minutes later, I rolled over to the side of the bed and stood up. As I gathered my bits and pieces from the floor, Mason wriggled to the end of the bed and draped the sheet over his groin.
One look at my panties was enough to knowthey were ruined. I stepped over them and picked up my dress. Without my bra on, I pulled the black dress over my nakedness.
Mason cleared his throat. “You’ve convinced me.”
As I put my shoe on, I frowned at him. “About what?”
“That I should be happy that Dawn left me. There’s a whole world out there I haven’t explored. You’re just the beginning.”
I liked that, and when Mason’s smile lit up his face, I knew he meant every wordof it. I inclined my head. “Glad I could help.And thank you for giving me a hot new memory to go with a sexy rock band.”
He chuckled. “You’re welcome.”
With my underwear in my bag, I slung it over my shoulder, strode to his door, and exited his room. As I tugged on the sides of my dress, I strolled to the elevator, pressed the button, and as I waited, I pondered what he’d said. How many people were in marriages purely to please someone else?
It was a horrifying thought. I was ready to find the man of my dreams, yet I wasn’treadyto settle down with kids and a mortgage. Thank God Alexander and I hadn’t had children. That would have been a disaster. There was still so much I wanted to do. I wanted to travel, I wanted . . . The doors pinged open, and Needledick was right there.
My heart exploded as his eyes bulged.
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t fucking move.
Chapter Thirteen
Forcing my feet to move, I stepped into the elevator and turned my back to Needledick. The doors closed, trapping me with an angry bastard.
“I told you we don’t want people like you in this hotel.”
I turned to him, and with these heels on, our eyes were level. “Pardon. I don’t?—”
He clutched my arm.
The anger that I’d successfully eradicated was back in a flash. “Let go of me,” I hissed through clenched teeth and tried to pull my arm away.
He cocked his head. “Or what?” His grip increased.
I stared right at him. “I’ll kick you in the groin, karate chop your throat, and take your knees out from under you.”
His fingers dug in like pincers. “Pfft, yeah, right.”
And that’s exactly what I did.