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She took all of my weightas we laid there silently trying to collect ourselves. After amoment or two, I pulled out of her body and rolled over, gatheringher up in my arms, ignoring the sting on my back.
Nothing could ruinthis moment.
The room was silentexcept for our heaving breathing and the only movement in the roomwas my hand running up and down Shane’s arm as she was cuddle nextto me. I was still reeling from being inside her when shewhispered, “Everything was perfect, Mason. Even thepain.”
Istilled, then replied, “Good,because by the time I’m done with you, that’s all you’re going tofeel.”
Chapter 15
Shane~
My eyesfluttered open, and all Iwanted to do was close them again and sleep the entire dayaway.
I could feelsorenessradiating all over mybody. Even mytoeshurt.
Mason hadn’tbeen kidding whenhe had toldme that, by the time he was done with me, I’d be a ruined mess andfeel nothing but pain.
But, Sweet Jesus,what a way to be ruined.
After theinitial excruciating pain ofhis invasion, the rest of the night was nothing but unimaginablepleasure. He pleasured me in ways that never crossed my mindwhenever I thought about sex.
Mason kept trueto his word, and by the time he let up on me, the sun was coming upand he had kissed and lickedevery inch of my skin.
His possessionof mehad been a constantshock to my system all night long. He had no regard for my modesty.He hadn’t given me time to get comfortable around him or with thethings we were doing. Mason went for it all and I hadn’t protestedonce.
After our firsttime, we had showered, andI’ll never forget the look on his face as he washed my virginity’sblood off his dick. He looked like he wanted to leave it there. Iwouldn’t have been surprised if he had snapped a picture of hisblood covered dick and used it has his phone’s screen saver, that’show forlorn he looked as he washed me away.
Littlehad I know that would not be the onlyshower of the night, either.
Once we wereboth clean, Mason had pushedme to my knees and talked me through my first blow job. And hewasn’t polite about itat all. He was very vocalabout how he felt in my mouth. By the time he came, I felt as if Ihad been pleasuring him for years. And I’ll never forget how turnedon I got when he pushed my face back and uttered the most filthiestthings as he came on my face.
After he washedmy face, he had carried meback to the bed where he licked and teased my center again, beforemaking me straddle him and ride his cock. Mason never gave me achance to be embarrassed or let my bones settle in apprehension. Hewas a fury of uncontrolled craving, from missionary to ramming intome from behind. He took me four times last night, and it felt as ifeach time got better. I finally passed out around 3 AM, and a smallpart of me wished I had had the stamina to stay uplonger.
Finally, making thedecision that I couldn’t stay in bed all day long, I sat up, andcursing my aches and pains once again, I noticed that there wasn’tany evidence of Mason anywhere.
Heleft.
Hefreakin’ leftme.
The swift kickof abandonment paralyzed my mind. I felt bereft. But before I could cry, panic, rage or throwmyself out the window in a four-story drop, Mason came walkingthrough the bedroom door, fully clothed and looking like he’s beenawake for hours.
He took onelook at my face and knew somethingwas wrong. He rushed over and sat down next to me. “What’swrong, baby? Are you…did I…are you hurt?”
I shook myhead, and even though my eyeswere dry, you could hear the brokenness in my voice. “I…I thoughtyou left me,” I admitted, unabashedly.
Butinstead of tender sympathy,Mason smirked and said, “That’s pretty stupid considering howobsessed I am with you.” I just stared at him, at a loss for how torespond to that. He sighed and placed a hand on my thigh over thesheet. “I do have to go, though. I texted Aiden and he should behere any minute. I was just coming in here to kiss yougoodbye.”
And then mybrain started working again. “You can’t kiss me, Mason. I have morning breath,” I pointed out,completely mortified.
He snorted atthat, “Like I give afuck,Shane.”
Before he couldmakecontact, I jumped out ofbed and ran-naked-to the bathroom. No way was Mason Buchanan goingto kiss me while I had after party morning breath. I could hear thebastard laughing on the other side of the door as I brushed myteeth. I had noticed that he had placed another toothbrush from myvalue pack in my toothbrush cup, and while I probably should havefelt upset that Mason, so obviously, made himself at home, Iwasn’t. Instead, I felt…like I was a part of something.
Iwent pee-and that was anightmare after the abuse my lower half had taken last night-andput on my robe that hung on the back of the bathroom door. I foundMason in the living room, his arms crossed over his chest, lookingat me with the most stunning smile I had ever seen on a humanbeing. My steps faltered and I almost face planted at thesight.
MasonBuchanan’s smile turned his beauty into…well, I didn’t know what. What’s the word thattranscends beautiful, stunning, magnificent????
He uncrossedhis armsand held them openfor me to step into. “What’s wrong?”
