Page 8 of Toy

I unclipped my lacy pink bra and threw it on the other side of the bed before positioning myself near Mason’s thighs, folding my knees underneath me. He reached out and squeezed my breasts, rolling my nipples around in his fingertips until they turned hard. Then he grabbed my right hand and placed it on his cock, wrapping my fingers around the base of his thick girth.

He used his other hand to wrap around my hair until he had it locked in a tight fist, and he yanked my head downward so that my face was only an inch from his cock. Lightning bolts of pleasure and pain shot through me as he pulled me even closer, starting in my scalp and spreading all the way down to my toes.

“Suck me,” Mason commanded. “I want lots of tongue and lots of hand.”

I happily obeyed, knowing he was going to fuck my mouth so hard I’d be sore tomorrow. Like I was nothing but a toy to be used for his pleasure.

I opened wide and took him deep in my throat, loving the way he stretched me wide. At the same time, I tightened my grip on his shaft and pumped him, growing wetter and wetter between the legs as I moved him deeper into my mouth.

When I began to bob up and down, Mason let out a deep groan. “Just like that,” he muttered, eyes on me as I licked the tip of his cock. “Oh, fuck…”

He began to thrust his hips upward, hard and fast. Not an ounce of tenderness. Saliva quickly pooled in my cheeks and dripped out of my lips as I let him fuck my mouth. The harder he pushed in, the more the saliva leaked out of me, dripping down onto his balls.

“Get down there and suck them,” Mason grunted, pulling my head off his cock. “Clean up your mess.”

I lowered my head to his balls and massaged them with my tongue before pulling them into my mouth and sucking them, slowly and gently rolling them around as I continued to swirl my tongue over the tender area. Mason groaned beneath me, and I quickly moved back to his cock and sucked it between my lips. He began to fuck my mouth even harder, ramming his cock right to the back of my throat with each harsh thrust.

I loved how aggressively he behaved when he was aroused, loved how much he wanted to use me to relieve all his tension and frustration. I loved the primal grunts and groans too. Each raw sound made my pussy clench with desperate desire. I’d never been so eager for a man’s cum.

Mason’s hand dug into my scalp again. The muscles in his thighs tightened, and he shoved himself inside me as deep as possible, forcing my head all the way down until I was practically choking. Then he finally came, shooting his hot seed into the back of my throat.

When he was satisfied, he pulled his softening cock out of my mouth and groaned, chest heaving as he breathed deeply. Awe was heavy in his gaze as he looked down at me. “You’re so fucking good at sucking my cock,” he said. “You deserve to come too.”

I shook my head sadly. “We really can’t do anything else. We’re lucky you didn’t break a stitch with all that thrusting you were doing just then,” I said. “But in a few more days, you can—”

He cut me off, pressing a finger to my lips. “Sit on my face,” he ordered.

“What?”

He grabbed the remote from the bedside table and pressed the button to return the mattress to its original flat state. “You heard me. Get over here.”

My heart began to race, and I chewed my bottom lip. “What if I hurt you?”

“You won’t be anywhere near the stitches,” Mason said, eyes turning dark and narrow with desire. “Now do it. Take those panties off and let me tongue-fuck you.”

“Are you sure—”

“Don’t make me tell you again. I might be injured right now, but I can still punish a bad girl easily enough,” he growled.

With trembling hands, I slid my panties off, letting them drop to the floor. Then I got on the bed and positioned myself over Mason’s face, knees resting on either side of him, just above his shoulders.

He held me in place, hands firmly gripping my ass, and then he shoved his mouth between my legs and sucked my clit so hard I almost came then and there. His stubble scratched against my inner thighs, adding the tiniest hint of pain, and I closed my eyes and moaned, digging my hands into his thick hair to keep myself steady.

He rolled his tongue around my clit before sucking it into his mouth again. Then he drove his tongue deep inside my slick pussy, tasting my arousal. I was so wet and ready that I could easily move myself down and impale myself on his huge thick cock without any more foreplay if I wanted, and it took every ounce of my strength to resist the urge to do so. I couldn’t risk it.

Mason’s mouth kept working at me, licking and sucking like he was starving and my pussy was a feast. A fire blazed at the bottom of my spine, curling upward as it turned into a pressure too intense for words. When Mason circled my clit with his tongue again, it shocked me like a jolt of electricity, and I shattered into tiny fragments. I arched my back and shuddered, gasping as the pleasure spiraled into a frenzy. It was so good I could barely breathe. Every time I managed to drag air into my lungs, it was never enough.

With shaking legs, I dismounted. Mason smiled devilishly at me, lips coated in a film of my arousal. He leaned over and kissed my chest as I lay next to him. “I still want to fuck you,” he murmured. “But I guess that will have to do for now.”

“I know,” I murmured. My whole body was still shaking. “God, I can’t wait.”

We lay in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the cool breeze from the air-conditioner as it fanned over our hot, sweaty skin. I knew our troubles still weren’t over—far from it—but when we lay like this, naked and close, everything in the world felt right and perfect anyway.

“Have we talked about what happened that day?” Mason asked a moment later, turning his head to glance at me. “Since I got out of hospital, I mean. I can’t remember.”

“Which day? We’ve had a few of them,” I said with a teasing smile.

He ruffled my hair. “The day I got shot, smart-ass.”

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