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“He…he screwed up, but we’ve been together for six months, and I promised I’d try to work things out with him.” I’d finished eating now, and I shoved my plate away. “I guess I better go up there. He’ll be waiting for me.”

I just hoped enough time had passed for him to sober up at least a little bit. Mason and I stood at the same time. We were so close now the spicy scent of his cologne wrapped around me, and I couldn’t resist inhaling deeply. To my shock, Mason pulled me into a hug again, but it felt different than earlier. Then, it was all about comfort and security. The way Mason’s arms squeezed me now made heat rush through my veins. His warm breath fanned my neck, and I couldn’t resist the urge to shudder. My thighs were clenched together, and I wondered what it said about me? I was way more turned on right now than I was when Joey tried to get me in the mood.

When he pulled back after a long moment, he didn’t go far. Only inches separated us as he brushed my hair behind my ear and cupped my cheek. His hazel eyes darkened, and my heart pounded against my ribcage.

The moment was shockingly intimate, and my lips parted as I thought of him kissing me. Was he actually going to…

“You know, Poppy, you are way too beautiful to let some asshole walk all over you. Theonlytime a man should be fully in charge of you is in the bedroom. And even then, it’s only if he knows what he’s doing.”

My eyes widened, shock rattling my brain. I didn’t know how to respond to that, but I didn’t really have to. Mason pulled his hands away and moved behind me to collect the plates from the island. He brushed against me, and I gasped as I felt his erection against my ass.

My arousal cranked up until wetness gathered between my thighs. I was frozen with indecision for a moment, but then I realized I didn’t really have a decision to make. Mason was married to mymother.There was nothing to be done about my desire for him or the hardness I felt brush against me.

Ireallywanted to ask him if he was a man who knew what he was doing in the bedroom, but that felt like playing with fire. I didn’t want to cross a line and make things uncomfortable.

With that in mind, I headed to bed with a quick, “Good night.”

The words came out as more of a squeak than anything else, and I heard Mason’s deep chuckle following me as I rushed up the stairs.

Chapter5

Mason

Istrained my neck to watch Poppy hurry to the staircase. Her juicy ass swayed with each step, and I licked my lips. God, I would have loved to bury my face between those luscious ass cheeks. Then, my cock. When Poppy was out of sight, I made quick work of cleaning up the dinner mess. But even without her in the room, my mind lingered on her. I’d always wanted Poppy. She was all curves, with her soft belly, thick thighs, and large breasts. I justknewI’d get the perfect handful, no matter how I took her.

And fuck, I wanted to take her in every way.

She didn’t visit us very often these days, but every time she did, I felt like I was going to go crazy with desire. I would spend every morning in the shower, masturbating. She was at our house for almost a week during Christmas last year, and I thought I was going to rub myself raw during that time.

She was a walking temptation, and completely forbidden. If I were honest with myself, that fact just made me want her even more.

As I finished up the dishes, I thought about Janie. My wife knew the real reason I was here, to attend a kink camp, and she’d given me a hall pass for the week. Our marriage was on the rocks, nothing in particular had us wedging away from one another, just time and both of us realizing we probably jumped into marriage for all the wrong reasons. Even with all of our issues she gave me the green light to fuck other people while I was in Colorado because she didn’t enjoy my kinks. It was a weak spot in our marriage, and most likely the nail in the coffin as to why we were planning on getting a divorce.

But there was no way she’d be okay with me fucking her daughter.

Still, I wasn’t sure how I could resist if I was stuck in this cabin with her for days. The cabin was small, and my wife wasn’t around. Looking out the window, it was pretty damn clear to me I wouldn’t be going to the kink camp this week.

Mother nature could be a real bitch.

Once I finished with the dishes, I turned off all the lights downstairs and headed to my room on the second floor. The sound of the rain pattering against the roof was steady and comforting as I got ready to sleep and settled into bed.

I always slept naked, and it was warm in the room, so I pulled back the comforter and lay down uncovered. I wasn’t quite tired yet, so I lay in the darkness, looking up at the shadows moving across the ceiling.

My mind drifted back to Poppy. She was in the next room, and I knew from the last time she stayed with us she liked to sleep in tiny shirts that barely covered her ass, and tank tops with no bra. Watching her strut around the house in those always made me crazy.

My cock was just starting to stir when I heard the unmistakable sound of a man moaning. I raised my head and listened intently, trying to hear over the constant sound of falling rain. There was another moan a moment later, a sound of pleasure undoubtedly coming from Joey.

I didn’t hear anything from Poppy, and I wondered what exactly was going on in there. Was Poppy stroking his cock? Was she naked? Using that tempting mouth of hers on him?

“Oh, fuck, babe,” Joey said, his voice easily coming through the thin walls. “That’s right. Swallow my cock.”

Ah. So, she was giving him a blowjob. I smirked as I rested my head against the pillow again and let a fantasy play out in my mind. As much as I couldn’t stand her shit stain of a boyfriend, I liked imagining her mouth stuffed full of cock. She had Cupid’s bow lips that were a natural shade of pink, and I wanted to see them stretched around a cock so much Iached.

Fisting my erection, I stroked myself slowly.

Then, Joey moaned again, and I couldn’t help thinking about how much he did not deserve to receiveanypleasure from her. Cheating aside, I’d always seen evidence he was a selfish prick who never appreciated her.

As things progressed in their room, the blowjob shifted to sex, and I couldn’t help but notice Poppy wasn’t nearly as vocal as Joey. The asshole clearly wasn’t doing much for her. Typical selfish man who didn’t understand just how much satisfying a woman properly could increase his own pleasure.

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