Page 50 of Please Save Me

My heart beat a little harder as my hand stilled. My cock throbbed against my palm as Cameron walked his touch down Mason’s exposed stomach, following one of her stretch marks along the way.

“Do you know how absolutely perfect you are, pretty girl?” His voice was low and raspy. “That’s right, my girl is gorgeous.”

My chest felt so hot I couldn’t breathe.

Mason shot him a coy smile, and Cameron traversed lower, sneaking a hand into the waistband of her pants.

She went tense as her lips parted.

“And to make it better, you are absolutely, undeniablymine.” The possessive edge in Cameron’s voice caught me off guard.

Mason knew she was mine, and I made that painfully obvious. But, with her words not cooperating, she couldn’t defend our relationship. I should have been angry, but all that did was fill me with the desire to prove Cameron wrong. To remind Mason who the fuck she actually belongs to.

Before I could linger on the subject, Cameron did something that made Mason jerk. She pulled her lower lip into her mouth and tipped her head back as a look of bliss colored her perfect face.

She reached over and squeezed Cameron’s arm so tight that his tanned flesh bulged between her fingers. Without thinking, I started to stroke myself again. My breathing came in small, needy gasps as I tipped back in my chair.

Mason made some sort of breathy whine that caused Cameron to freeze. I did the same, and he withdrew his hand. His fingers glistened with Mason’s arousal, and I thought about what it’d feel like to suck her off his fingers; if he’d react when I ran my tongue along his digits and bit his fingertips when he withdrew them from my mouth. Would Mason like it if it did that?

“No one said you could come,” he warned.

I looked down at the pre-cum glistening on the head of my cock. I’d gotten close, too. If I was down there, would Mason and I have finished together?

Mason stared him down as if she was silently daring him to tell her she couldn’t. She never got that attitude with me. Was that a sign of her loving me more? Or… was there something he could do for her that I wouldn’t.

Cameron looped his fingers into her pants before yanking them down with one fluid movement. With her clothing out of the way, he stood and removed his own. I looked away for a moment so I wouldn’t scar myself by seeing Cameron’s penis, but after a moment, curiosity got the best of me.

I needed to see what would have Mason so willing to belittle herself.

My first peak was a small one. I cracked an eye and shut it just as quickly as it opened. But what I saw had to be wrong. I’d need to dedicate more attention to this… for Mason, of course.

So, I turned back to the screen. In the time I looked away, Cameron had put Mason on all fours, and her face was toward the camera. Her cool toned tattoos helped her stand out in Cameron’s mostly warm-colored room. She was like a blackbird sitting on the branch of a maple tree.

Cameron ran a massive hand down her back, stopping to rub it for just a moment. Mason’s head sunk into the comforter as she groaned with pleasure.

I made a mental note to schedule her a real massage.

“That feel good, pretty girl?” Cameron asked.

Mason’s weakmhmwas muffled by the comforter.

“Good, just try to relax for me, alright?” His voice was soothing, but my soul nearly left my body when I noticed the toy in his hand.

It wasn’t that I’d never seen a butt plug, just that I’d never seen one likethat.Instead of the standard smooth shape, the blue silicone was in a swirled shape–almost like a less severe corkscrew, and there was a small black remote near Cameron’s knee.

He grabbed a nearby bottle of lube and coated the toy before carefully rubbing it in. Once it was ready, he pressed the toy into her. Mason let out a muffled moan as he searched for the remote. When he found it, he pressed the center, and a barely audible vibration filled the air.

My eyes widened, but Cameron acted as if it were completely normal. Like they were doing fucking missionary or something.

But he didn’t stop at just putting a vibrating toy into her ass. Cameron’s hand snaked forward as he twined his fingers into Mason's short, silky hair. At first, it looked like he was rubbing the nape of her neck, but after a moment, his grip tightened, and he yanked Mason's head up.

Her lips were parted, and her eyes closed. As she heaved in a breath, I started beating my cock like it was a death match.

“Look at how well you're taking my toy. How does it feel, pretty girl?” Cameron mused.

Mason remained silent as she tried to look down, but Cameron pulled her head up again.

She now bit her lip and gripped the comforter.

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