Page 138 of I Heart Mason Cartwright
“And the lady told me, it’s the very last one ANYWHERE. Isn’t that cool, Daddy?”
“That is way cool, dude. You are a lucky birthday boy, that’s for sure.”
“I know!” Dash runs out to the back deck to play with his new toy.
Mason looks to Zach. “Thanks for coming back early, man.”
“The little woman already thanked me. And you’re welcome.” He looks around. “Where’s my little princess?” he asks of our daughter, Zoe.
“Napping,” Mason says.
“Oh dear, that is tragic,” Zach says. “You really did have a moment for some afternoon delight, didn’t you?”
“Doesn’t happen often, man.” Mason sighs.
“If I were a better friend maybe I would distract the little man and give you twenty minutes.”
“I only need ten,” Mason says.
Both Zach and I look at him, eyebrows raised.
“I know how that sounds,” Mason says. He turns to me and says, “Trust me, baby. I’ll make it good.” He grabs my hand and pulls me down the hall to our bedroom.
“I didn’t say I was that better friend,” Zach calls behind us.
“Ten minutes,” Mason says. “Thanks, man.” He shuts the bedroom door and locks it. Pushing me up against the back of the door, hands on my breasts, hips grinding against mine, lips taking control.
A moment later, he softens his grip and kiss, steps away from the door, leads me to the bed, and pushes me back gently.
“We have time for the bed?” I ask, smiling.
“The door’s locked, what’s he going to do? Knock?”
“Yes.” I laugh.
Mason crawls over me, kissing his way up my body. I shiver in anticipation as his lips ghost over my thighs. He pushes up the bottom of the sundress I’m wearing and licks me through my panties.
I grab his head to hold him there.
He does it again. Then nibbles at my clit.
“Oh, Mason,” I sigh. He pulls my panties to the side and pumps two fingers in and out.
“Jesus, ’Low. So wet, you feel so good.” He curves his fingers as he moves them in and out of me, and takes my clit into his mouth, alternating between sucking and licking. I can feel my orgasm starting. Mason moans in appreciation. My thighs lock around his head as I come. He licks me all the way through, not stopping until I push him away.
“I can’t, it’s too sensitive,” I say weakly.
“You can, and it’s not,” he says as he pulls my panties down and quickly sheds his shorts and boxer briefs.
He’s inside me with one thrust. “Oh god, Willow,” he moans.
I wrap my arms and legs around him, pulling him closer. I love the feel of him inside me, over me, with me. He pistons his hips, rotating slightly, hitting my clit with each thrust.
“You feel so good,” I moan in his ear. He sucks on my neck and bites down lightly. Sending a zing straight to my center. “Oh god, Mason.”
He grabs one leg and slings it over his shoulder, opening me wider, thrusting harder, hitting that one spot.
“Oh, Mason, I’m going to—”
