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She did as I said, and the sight of her hands squishing her breasts together nearly made me come undone. Holy fuck, that was hot.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” Axel growled, excitement thickening his voice. “Fuck those big tits, Mason. Come all over her.”

His words spurred me on, and I thrust my cock between her breasts as I held onto the armrest of the couch. Her big breasts complete enveloped my cock, so only the tip could be seen poking up between the creamy mounds. I couldn’t stop staring at it peeking out over and over again as I rode her chest.

God, she had a body made for sin, and I was obsessed with it. The heat in the cabin didn’t matter. All of the bullshit with Joey faded away. I had no more guilt over fucking around with my stepdaughter.

Staring down into her eyes, everything felt right. I was so damn glad I snuck into her room and made her come on my fingers, whether she wanted to or not. It set all of this in motion.

A hint of mischievous intent flashed in her eyes, and she suddenly dropped her chin and opened her mouth. The next time I thrust forward, she swiped her tongue over the head of my cock, and a lightning bolt shot through me. I let out a strangled sound of pleasure, and she did it again. And again.

It was too much to take, and my balls tightened as my orgasm rocked through me, making me bark out an incoherent sound like a wild animal as I shot my load all over her chest and neck. I was panting as I covered her in my come, and Goddamn it, she was beautiful like that.

“Taste it,” Axel rasped, leaning forward in the chair now, seemingly as transfixed by the sight of Poppy covered in my release as I was.

She dragged a finger up through the mess on her chest and brought it to her mouth, sucking it clean with a pout as her eyes shifted from Axel to me.

Sexist thing I’d ever seen.

Chapter17

Axel

The damn air conditioning going out was a pain in the ass. The ice play with Poppy was fun, but I hated the way my skin felt sticky. As the evening rolled in, the humidity outside finally broke. With the wind coming from the direction of the woods, it was actually cooler outside than in.

So, I found myself standing out on the cabin’s porch, wearing a pair of shorts and a T-shirt for the first time today. After Mason came on her chest, we all ate some lunch, and I headed upstairs to write. I would have rather taken my turn with her, but Poppy was looking a little overwhelmed. She did so well during her time with Mason, even though she obviously had never had a lover incorporate ice into sex before, and I thought she could use some rest.

Besides, I kind of liked making myself wait for sexual gratification. It made the pleasure that much better when I finally gave in.

When I came down for dinner, it was a relief not to have Joey here anymore. Just sitting next to that waste of space at the kitchen island drove me crazy for the past few days. Without him around, dinner was much more relaxed.

Now, I was outside alone, collecting my thoughts. This week did not go at all the way I planned, but I couldn’t bring myself to have a single regret. I refused to feel bad for fucking Poppy. She might have needed a little coaxing from both of us, but there was no doubt in my mind she loved being a hot little slut for me and Mason.

The door behind me opened, and I turned to see Mason step out onto the porch. I was leaning against the wooden porch railing, so he settled into one of the rocking chairs in front of me. Neither of us said anything for a beat, just looking out at the rain still falling all around the cabin. Mason seemed completely relaxed, which wasn’t unusual for him. He always was a laid-back guy, but there was something different about him now.

I felt like he had an unsettled energy when it came to women, something he’d always had, and it was the reason he slept with my girlfriend in high school. It was probably also the reason he came to these kink camps despite being married to Janie.

But as I studied him now, I didn’t sense that restless sexual energy emanating from him. It was as if being with Poppy scratched an itch for him.

“She’s pretty damn special, isn’t she?”

Mason smiled, looking in through the living room window. “Damn straight. I always knew it, but I didn’t quite realize just how much being with her would affect me. I don’t know if I can stop at just a couple of days, man.”

I understood the feeling. “We’ll figure out the future later. I say we just enjoy the time we have for now. What’s she doing anyway?”

“Sitting in front of a box fan and eating ice cream while watching TV.”

I felt a rush of affection at that, and there was fondness in Mason’s eyes. It occurred to me Poppy didn’t just satisfy us sexually on an unprecedented level. She’d also done what was seemingly impossible by bringing Mason and I together again. I never thought we’d be friends again, but it felt like that was happening.

“Hey, do you want to go to a baseball game with me next month? I have season tickets for the Braves, and no one to go with.”

Surprise and something soft flashed within Mason’s eyes, and I knew this was a big deal to him. He’d reached out to me over and over again throughout the years, trying to reconnect, and I’d never been receptive to it. This was the first time since we were teens that I was the one asking him to spend time with me.

“Yeah,” he said roughly. “That sounds good.”

I headed inside, smiling at Poppy where she sat finishing her ice cream and watching some kind of comedy movie. I figured I could probably get a little more writing done before bed. If I was lucky, I’d get out at least five chapters by the time I left this place. I couldn’t ask for a better start to my novel.

I sat down at the desk in my room and opened up my laptop, but I wasn’t typing for long before I heard soft footsteps behind me. I’d left my bedroom door open, an unmistakable invitation. As much as I wanted to get some writing done, there were distractions that were definitely worth it.

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