Page 29 of Meet Mason, the Billionaire

She grasped my head and pulled my face into her bosom. I immediately began licking her nipple, blowing air across the nub to stiffen it. It got hard enough to cut diamonds.

I grasped her generous breasts, using them as a handle to control her. Megan put her hands behind her head, submitting to my control as I forced her to ride me like a bucking bronco.

I gave better than one might expect. My gym regimen included a yoga flow whose main purpose was to make my hips look great naked. The side benefit was I could thrust fairly well even in that seated position.

We moved our bodies in concert. It was like magic, a connection so deep I didn’t even realize where she ended and I began. For a moment I swear we were inside each other’s heads, making small adjustments in search of the maximum pleasure.

Her mouth flew open, allowing a high-pitched cry to escape. The cries continued, growing closer together, and more guttural, until my ears rang from her volume.

“SIR!” She groaned through gritted teeth, her face a mask of barely restrained orgasmic bliss.

“Tell me to cum!”

“What?” I hadn’t heard her with all the body slapping and grunting and groaning. Plus all the blood was rushing out of my head elsewhere.

“Tell me to cum. Please!”

“Cum!” I gasped.

Her mouth flew open and she let out a piercing scream. She writhed about on my cock like a woman possessed. I saw her start to fall backward and quickly let go of her breasts in favor of a more conventional hold around her waist.

“Easy,” I gasped, out of breath and cumming hard inside of her. “I’ve got you…”

She collapsed against my chest, panting heavily. My cock slipped out of her as she adjusted her position, drawing up her knees and sitting sideways on my lap. I petted her hair, feeling more content than I had in—well, ever.

“Holy shit,” she said after some fifteen minutes spent in a cuddle, our sweat mingling as it cooled. “Holy shit, Mason. I don’t want you getting a big head, but DAMN that was the best I ever had.”

“Damn it.”

She lifted her head from my chest and glared. “Um, excuse me? I just tell you you’re the best I’ve ever had, and your response is DAMN IT?”

“Allow me to explain.”

“Oh, this had better be good. Or else.”

I yelped when she grabbed my semi-flaccid cock in her tight grip.

“I see how it is.” I laughed, but damn was her grip tight. “I said damn it because you took the words right out of my mouth. Now I can’t say them or you’ll think I’m pandering.”

“Oh,” she said, relaxing but not releasing her grip. “That’s good. That’srealgood.”

“Again?” I asked with great joy.

“Your ass is mine tonight,” she growled before kissing me hard.

Chapter Thirteen

Megan

My phone woke me up around one the next day. I rolled over on my side, away from the infuriating device. I wanted to go back to the dream I’d been having of Mason holding me tight.

Mason hadn’t quite stayed the night. When he left, dawn was about an hour away. If he hadn’t a plane to catch, I think he would have stayed. Mason tried to get me to come with him, but I had work and said as much.

Thankfully, he hadn’t insulted me by offering to be my sugar daddy.

The phone stopped ringing, and I sighed, intending to sleep despite the late afternoon hour.

Then it rang again. I groaned and snagged the device. My attitude changed when I saw Sage’s photo on the screen. She’d been out of town for over two weeks and I couldn’t blow her off. She was my bestie, a position she’d claimed without either of us really realizing it.

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