Page 109 of I Heart Mason Cartwright
I groan.
She giggles.
“Do you like that?” she whispers in my ear.
“Die fucking happy right now, babe.”
She undoes my slacks one-handed.
Impressive.
And releases my cock. I lift my hips to push my pants down slightly and give her better access.
“It’s big,” she says nuzzling my ear with her nose and running her fingers up and down the sides of my dick.
“You have small hands,” I say.
She laughs, which was my intent. I kiss her again; her hand moves from my dick and she rolls her hips forward. We groan in unison. The only thing separating my cock from her heat are her wet panties. She rolls her hips; the silk slides up and down my length as she does.
“Holy shit, Willow. Tell me how far to go. When to stop, baby.”
She reaches down and pulls her panties to the side and drags her wet heat along my length. We are skin on skin and the feeling blows my mind. Our foreheads touch as we both watch her slide back and forth, her wetness glistening. Mouths open, lips an inch apart, breath mingling.
So. Fucking. Hot.
“Willow, what are you doing to me?” I moan into her mouth.
“I want to feel you, Mason. Please. I can’t wait.” She rises on her knees and takes me in her hand, placing my tip at her entrance. It’s all I can do to stop myself from blowing my entire load right there.
How is this even happening? I’m not complaining, I fucking love it. But I feel like any minute I’ll wake up and realize it was all a dream.
“Condom,” I grit out.
“Oh god,” she groans, and lifts off me. “Do you have one?”
“Back pocket. Wallet.”
She reaches her hand around and pulls my wallet out of the back pocket of my slacks and hands it to me. I pull the condom out and rip the package open.
“Can I?” She holds her hand out for the condom.
“Hell, yes.”
She lays it over the tip of my cock, her fingers warm against the cool of the latex and lube. She takes her time rolling it down my length.
“I like the way you feel in my hands.” Her voice is low and sultry, my dick jumps in response to her words and her hands. I watch as her fingers move against me and I pump my hips into her grip making her smile.
“I like the way I feel in your hands.”
“I want to make you feel good too.” She pushes off me and stands. I start to protest, but she holds her hand up to stop me. I watch in fascination as she grabs the hem of her dress and pulls it up over her head, leaving her in wet panties already pulled to the side and a lacy bra.
“You are so beautiful,” I breathe.
She reaches behind her back.
“Wait.” This time I hold up my hand to stop her. I kick off my shoes and socks, push my slacks to the floor, and pull my shirt over my head, not even bothering to unbutton it.
I beckon her, she steps forward into my embrace so I can undo her bra; she lowers her arms and lets it fall to the floor. I watch in wonder as her breasts are revealed.
