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By the time he finished, my hair was no longer up in a ponytail, but down in a wild mess of knots because he kept running his hands through it while making me melt in absolute pleasure with only his mouth and hands. My pretty lipstick was no longer in place, but all over our mouths, cheeks, and chins. My cheeks were flushed and splotchy from arousal. My neck red from where he nipped it. When Mason collared my throat with his hand, he looked straight into the camera and growled against my ear, “You taste so fucking good, Princess.”

I’ve yet to recover from that scene.

Since then, I’ve had dozens of investors pour in. Custom sex toys, kink safety classes, videos, audios, artwork, and even smut segments with several romance categories to choose from where authors submit scenes they’ve written for anyone to reenact and post on the platform for others to enjoy.

Monster smut is currently the most popular, followed by mafia romances.

Happy endings are everywhere, am I right?

We’ve also joined a few sex clubs across the country because Mason absolutely loves performing in front of a live audience. So do I. The longer we’re together, the better we fit.

“What are you doing?” Mason slaps my ass. “We have to leave in twenty minutes and you’re in here cleaning?”

“I’m almost done!” Wiping out the stainless-steel sink, I finish cleaning the kitchen. “There. So shiny.”

“You know we can hire a housekeeper.”

“Not on your life. This brings me joy.”

I no longer work for the cleaning service, but our massive house keeps me busy enough. It takes me half the day just to wash the floors. I love it.

“Mmph.” He presses his dick against my ass. “Is cleaning the only thing that brings you joy, Princess?”

“Of course not.” I playfully wiggle against his erection. “The Yankees bring me joy too.”

He stumbles back, gasping and clutching his chest. “You cut too deep.”

The baseball game starts at seven thirty, but we were supposed to go out to eat first. Racing up the steps, I press play on my cell phone and music blasts through the Bluetooth speakers in the ceiling.

I scream-sing while in the shower, scrubbing down in a rush. Scrunching my hair, I leave it wet and wavy and hurry to my massive walk-in closet. Digging out my latest outfit that will drive Mason crazy, I shimmy into it and grab my Chucks. “Ready!”

Mason’s putting his baseball hat on just as I hit the bottom step. He spins around to say something and freezes.

“What?” I tug the hem of my new dress. “No good?”

His keys drop onto the floor with a clank.

“If you don’t like it, I can change.” I playfully take a step back and Mason bolts forward, grabbing me by the hips.

“I’m going to get arrested if you wear this out of the house, woman.”

“What for?”

“Fucking you in a fully packed stadium.” He looks me up and down. “Jesus, Leah, my dick’s so hard for you right now.”

I knew he’d love the custom Red Sox mini dress with thigh high tube socks.

“We only have ten minutes left to get to the restaurant.” I pat the top of his head. “Concentrate, Mason. We gotta go eat.”

“I’m eating right here.” He spins his hat around and dear god, the backwards hat on him is sexy as hell. “In fact, fuck it, we can miss the whole game. The Red Sox will be back in town, eventually. I’ll catch them next time.” He lifts my hem and sees I’m not wearing panties. Running a hand over his mouth, his eyes laser focus on my pussy, and he whispers, “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

He tongue-fucks me on the steps. Just when I’m about to orgasm, he stops and grins with his chin glistening.

“Don’t stop!” I yell.

“Beg me.”

“Please don’t stop.”

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