Page 55 of My Secret Santa Mason

He growled and stood, cupping my ass, and carried me through my cottage and toward my bed. He dropped me on the mattress, and I yelped.

Mason undid my jeans and tugged them down my legs, taking my panties with them. He stared at my body as he slowly undressed me like he was unwrapping a present of his own. He licked his lips, and his eyes met mine.

“I need you,” he said.

“I need you too.”

He crawled on the bed next to me, and his lips crashed down on mine with a kiss full of hunger and desire.

His tongue parted my lips, and his hand snaked down my belly to the junction between my thighs. He pushed his fingers into my wetness, and we groaned in unison. His fingers found my clit, and I trembled. Mason’s mouth covered mine, his tongue slipping between my lips. He rubbed my clit, and I bucked my hips against his hand.

I gasped for air, and I moaned, a shudder passing through me. Mason’s lips moved to my throat, and he flicked his tongue over the sensitive flesh. He slipped a finger into my entrance and curled it, hitting a spot inside me that made me cry out. He chuckled softly and pushed a second finger in. I rocked my hips, riding his hand.

“Mason,” I breathed. “Mason, yes, oh God…”

He thrust his fingers in and out of me, and his thumb rubbed my clit. The combined sensations were too much. I cried out as an orgasm hit me. I shook with pleasure, and Mason’s mouth covered mine again, swallowing my cries.

When the shudders had subsided, he withdrew his fingers. He unbuttoned his pants, and I helped him get them down his legs, rolling over to help him. He pulled off his shirt in one swift movement; he was naked, too. His cock stood erect and thick between his legs. I wrapped my hand around his shaft, and his eyes rolled back in his head. I stroked his length a few times, and he moaned, a look of bliss on his face.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he groaned.

I stroked his cock harder, pumping faster.

“God, baby,” he moaned.

I scooted closer, and I lowered my head to his dick, licking his tip.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” I raised my eyebrows.

He opened his mouth, and I wrapped my lips around his cock. He groaned.

“Oh, God, baby.”

I took him as deep into my throat as I could and bobbed my head up and down. I wrapped my hand around his length, stroking what didn’t fit in my mouth. Mason groaned louder, his hands in my hair.

I moved faster, and Mason moaned. His body stiffened. “Baby, if you don’t stop, I’m going to come.”

I lifted my head and smiled. I didn’t want this to end just yet. I wanted to be with him, to consummate how we felt about each other. I wanted the rest of my life with Mason, and this was the start, the proof.

I rolled onto my back, tugging Mason toward me, and he rolled onto me. His weight was heavy on me, his body large and covering me, but he didn’t hurt me. He would never hurt me.

He positioned himself between my legs, and I guided his cock to my entrance. I gasped and wrapped my legs around his waist, holding my breath in anticipation.

He pushed into me slowly, inch by glorious inch, filling me until his hips pressed against mine. I let out a soft moan, and he began moving, thrusting slowly. He pushed into me, his cock rubbing my insides, and I gasped, pleasure rippling through my body.

“God, baby,” he murmured. “You’re so tight.”

“Mason,” I moaned.

He moved a little faster, and I moved with him, rocking my hips, our bodies sliding against each other. His cock pushed in and out of me, and the pleasure was indescribable.

“Baby,” he moaned. “Oh, baby.”

I moved a little faster, and so did Mason. He pushed into me deeper, harder, faster, and my eyes rolled back. The frictionbetween us made sparks dance on my skin, and the pleasure grew until it was almost unbearable.

I clung to him, my fingers digging into his skin.

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