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No taste in the world compared to that first swipe of my tongue. Unfortunately her panties were in my way. I made quick work of those, despite her feeble attempts to fight me off. After that I was lost. Harper fought. Smacked her hands on my head while trying to wriggle away. But I just dug my fingers into her ass and continued feasting on her sweet nectar. She was going fucking to come for me again. Even if I had to drag it out kicking and screaming.
Which is exactly what I did.
Harper threw her head back and screamed, “Oh my god.”
Fuck that.
I rose to my knees and watched her body twitch with aftershocks while I stroked my shaft. God could fuck right off. This shit was mine, and I was going to prove it right fucking now. A heavy groan escaped my lips as I slid my cock through her folds.
Harper instantly stilled. “What are you doing?”
“Shut the fuck up.” I slapped my hand over her mouth and lined up with her entrance. “If you move, I’ll fuck you.”
The fear sparking through her wide eyes was all I needed. Every muscle in my body tensed as I shot my load inside her. Each wave of come pulsing through my cock darkened my vision, until I couldn’t see anything but the white spots of bliss fogging my mind.
When I finally came back down, I stared at my seed leaking out of the prettiest pussy on the planet and realized my mistake. While I didn’t fuck her, I did cross yet another line I’d given myself. And I didn’t think I could go back.
I’m fucked now.
“Stop squirming.”Mason tightened his arm around me and growled, “It’s fucking annoying.”
It wasn’t my fault he was insatiable. Not only did he make me put my mouth on him twice more, but he kept touching me. No matter which way I wriggled, I couldn’t find relief from the achy soreness tearing through my body. Talk about annoying.
“It’s uncomfortable,” I whined while shifting my butt down the bed.
Apparently Mason didn’t like that.
“Too bad.” He slapped my butt and pulled me back into him. “I thought chicks liked cuddling.”
Maybe, but with him it was just weird. Usually when Mason Kessler was this close, it was to taunt me. Not for… Comfort? My natural reaction was to try and get away, which, considering his forearm was almost as thick as my chest, seemed like an impossibility.
I huffed out a sigh and shifted my head on the pillow to look up at Mason’s closed lids. He seemed pretty content. Maybe I should give in and go with it? I did feel oddly safe wrapped in his arms. Kinda of like I was wrapped up in a hard, protective cocoon of warmth.
What, no! Mason Kessler is not a white knight who’s going to save you!
What was I thinking? I wasn’t safe here. I wasn’t safe anywhere, especially with him. The only question was how did I get away? Mason was pretty determined to keep me here. The sun set hours ago and yet we were still in his bed. He wouldn’t even take a break to go down for dinner…
My brow rose.
Could it be that easy? Only one way to find out.
“Mason, I’m hungry.”
Hope sparked when he lifted his lids, then soared when he sighed. “Alright. I guess we did skip dinner.”
He unfurled his arms from around me and pushed off the bed. I did a silent fist pump and watched him strut over to the dresser, where I assumed he was going to get some clothes. He couldn’t exactly go downstairs in front of everyone wearing nothing but grey sweats.
I was so excited I almost tore his charcoal shirt off my body to hand to him. But seeing as it was the only thing he let me put on, I’d be naked if I handed it over. That proved to be a good choice, because Mason wasn’t rummaging around for clothes.
Confusion furrowed my brows when he spun around. There was no cloth in his hands, just two foil wrapped bars. One of which he tossed on the bed for me.
“Here.”
I stared down at the words on the brown and tan wrapping.Aunt Mae’s Caramel Protein Bar made with all natural ingredients. This was what he wanted me to eat?
Mason flopped back down on the bed and clicked on the TV while kicking his feet up. He appeared to be enjoying this. There was a second one sitting on his lap. I guess I couldn’t complain. At least he didn’t pull me back into ‘cuddle’.
Ah well, when in Rome.
