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I see when her climax hits. Her eyes pinch tight, her muscles contract, the breath in her throat catches, and her body shudders. The sight of her coming is better than I imagined.

“Fuck,” I growl.

Two more pumps and I come, hard, shooting my load over my stomach. That was possibly the best orgasm I have ever experienced.

Her eyes open, and a light sheen of sweat coats her forehead. “Well, that was new.”

Her comment catches me off guard, and I bark a laugh. She chuckles, her smile bright and shy. She’s never looked prettier than she does right now, all sex flushed. I can’t wait to see her like this again.

“That was new for me too.”

“Really?”

“Really. I don’t make it a habit of jerking off while on the phone to a gorgeous woman on the other line.”

“So this … umm … was your first time?”

The idea of having a first something with Emery sends a thrill through me, making me wonder what other kinds of firsts we can share.

“Yes, and hopefully not the last.”

She grins, shooting me in the chest. Or maybe it’s cupid. I don’t know. But I like it. It’s new and exciting, and I want more of it. I want more of her.

“Ready to tell me something good that happened to you today?”

She tugs on her ponytail, releasing her long hair in waves over her shoulder.

“Well, there was this hot guy…”

I growl playfully at her, and she giggles. That sound. Fuck, it does all the things to me.

“He called me and told me a sexy story, which led to the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

“Yet.”

“Yet?”

I nod. “Yup, best yet. I plan on giving you more orgasms than you can count while making you come so hard you see stars. I’m going to own your body, Emery, and bend it to my will.”

“So bossy.”

“You haven’t seen anythingyet, baby doll.”

Chapter twelve

Mason & Emery

Text Chain

February 2

Mason:Football or baseball?

Emery:Neither. **Boxing Gloves Emoji**

Emery:You?

Mason:Soccer.

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