Page 32 of My Secret Santa Mason

Mason laughed, pulling my hands away. “You’re so beautiful, Cami.”

He took his time, running his fingers along the curves of my body, tracing the lines and shapes. He kissed my hip, then moved his lips to the other.

“Mason, please.”

He laughed against my skin. “Patience.”

But when his lips moved to the inside of my thigh, I moaned, and my thighs fell open for him.

I was so wet, so ready for him, but Mason continued teasing, kissing the top of my leg, his breath so close to my wetness, his fingers stroking my thighs.

He looked up at me, his eyes dark and filled with hunger. And then he gave me what I craved. He spread my legs open further, and his tongue slid out and brushed against me. My whole body jerked, and I cried out, his touch so soft and light that it made my entire body throb.

Mason chuckled.

“Please,” I whispered, looking down at him.

He held my gaze as he lowered his head, his tongue swirling over my clit, licking and flicking and driving me insane. It felt so good, the sensation rippling over my body, and I moaned and gasped.

He worked his magic, sucking and licking until I was sobbing with pleasure. He moved his hand down and slid two fingers inside me, filling me up, stretching me, and the sensations were overwhelming.

He curled his fingers and pressed them against a spot, a spot that drove me wild, and it pushed me over the edge.

I cried out, my back arching, my body shuddering. Sparks of pleasure rushed through me, radiating out from my pussy. My body spasmed, clenching, and I gripped his hair. My vision went white and all the while, Mason continued.

I cried out his name, shaking as the pleasure rolled over me.

Mason pushed up, an animalistic lust overcoming him, and he undid his pants, getting rid of them in a quick move. His cock was rock hard and huge, and it made me throb with need.

He crawled back over me, his body covering mine, and I shivered when his heat rolled over me. He kissed me deeply, his cock pressed up against my belly. Then he reached between us, guiding his cock into me.

When he slid inside me, filling me with his thickness, my entire body trembled. He groaned, and I dug my fingers into his arms. Mason pulled back and thrust in, his hips moving slow and deliberate.

His cock was so big and hard, his thrusts were almost too much to handle. His hand came up, and he cupped my chin, his eyes burning into mine. He was so intense, his lust so palpable.

We moved together, bodies grinding, sweat beading on our skin. The fire was still going, and the heat washed over us, mingling with the heat of our passion. Mason fucked me, his body rocking and moving over mine, his hands caressing me, and his lips locked on mine.

He kissed my neck and nipped at my ear, and I moaned, his cock filling me, his body pinning me down. He was in complete control, and I loved it.

I’d never felt so free before, so wild.

It was like I’d been holding back for my entire life, and only with Mason did I finally feel like I could just let go.

With Mason, everything was new and different. With Mason, I could finally be myself.

The pleasure built in waves, cresting and crashing, and my body trembled beneath his. He moved faster, thrusting into me harder, and I held on, gasping for breath. Another orgasm built inside me, stronger and faster than before, and Mason grunted and growled as he pounded into me.

When the pleasure finally overwhelmed me, I cried out and clutched his arms. My nails dug into his skin, and I sobbed with the ecstasy, my body shuddering, the orgasm rushing through me.

Mason grunted, his eyes squeezed shut, his lips pulled back into a snarl. And then he groaned and came.

His hips rocked as he released himself into me, his movements slow, his breathing heavy. We didn’t speak, we just clung to each other.

He stayed there, still on top of me, his cock buried deep inside me, and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him.

Finally, he slipped out and rolled off me. He pulled the fur blanket that had been wrapped around my shoulders before all this started and pulled me onto his chest, wrapping us in the blanket in one swift motion. I lay on his chest, his heart beating against my cheek, and in the midst of the storm raging outside, I was calm, satiated, and for the first time since Dylan screwed me over, I was happy.

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