Page 27 of Boo-ty Calls
We walk to the kitchen, and I sit on a stool while he kneels in front of the fridge and checks it all over. “It’s fine. What’s wrong with it?”
“Water bottles keep falling out. I’m tired of it, but whatever. Let’s go upstairs.” I bounce off the stool and head to the stairs with him behind me. He caresses my ass, and I roll my eyes before turning to him. “Don’t treat me like glass.”
Mason grips the back of my neck and directs me into the bedroom. He pushes me onto the bed and stares at me before glancing around the room. Laughter takes me out of my lustful thoughts.
“He’s watching even now.” Mason continues to hoot, and I roll over to look at the box.
“Archer has been a good boy, and he can watch tonight. Too bad he won’t be able to help. It’s unfortunate.” Grief tightens my throat, and I think about the accessories I got for his box and giggle along with Mason.
“Alright, you’ve likely been bad, but I’ll go under the assumption you’ve been good,” he says and undoes his belt before ripping it off.
I wriggle out of my nightie and wait for him. “So you’re ready to make an ass out of you and I?”
Mason strips off his jeans and straddles me on the bed. Lifting the hem of his shirt, he takes it off and I drink in his body.
“I’ll take your ass right now, I could do so much with it.” He winks, and I roll my eyes. His grip wraps around my chin, and he tilts his head. “Rolling your eyes at me, baby girl?”
“Dead boyfriend card?” I raise an eyebrow. Honestly, at this rate, it’s a habit. It turned Archer on when I rolled my eyes, and I haven’t been dominated in a long time.
“You can only pull that one time a night.” He moves his hand away from my chin and trails it over my skin to my nipples. Lowering his head, he kisses my body and hitches my legs over his shoulders.
“Beg,” he growls.
I grip my tits and arch my hips towards his mouth, but he moves back. “Please, sir, make me cum all over your tongue.”
Mason chuckles but pushes his way between my thighs, and he licks me with a quickness before shoving his fingers inside of me. I’m reminded I’ll never find someone like Archer who worshipped my pussy.
Focusing on the pleasure he’s providing, I melt into the bed as his mouth sucks my clit, and he fucks me with his fingers. My muscles tense as his suction increases, and I scream out as I shake from the orgasm.
“That’s such a good girl, now you’re ready for my big cock.”
I whimper as I come off from the orgasm. Mason moves away from the bed and strokes his cock.
“Get down on your knees, baby girl.”
Scrambling off the mattress, I kneel before him, wrapping my hand around the base of his dick. He throbs beneath my fingers, and I stroke him slowly, licking the tip with a light pressure before sucking and removing him with an audible pop sound.
“Mason, will you fuck me hard?” I ask, staring into his eyes.
He growls and threads his fingers into my hair. “If you don’t stop teasing me, I’m not gonna give you fucking anything.”
I run my tongue over my bottom lip and smirk. Mason raises an eyebrow and forces my head closer to him before sliding his cock into my throat.
Becoming his fuck toy makes all my thoughts disappear as I focus on pleasing him and not choking.
“You take me so well when you drop the fucking attitude.”
Bobbing on his length, he loosens his grip until I regain control and am able to use my own pace. He pulls out and strokes his cock with my spit.
“My attitude is your favourite part,” I say.
“Show me your new toy, let him be a part of this in more ways than one.”
I swallow and get up from the floor to retrieve the glass dildo, lying back on the bed, before Mason takes it from my hand. He thrusts it into me, gasping around the cool temperature. “I didn’t get it to size.”
“No shit, but it’s like he could pretend he’s fulfilling you after death.” He laughs and pulls it out of me, hitching my leg over his hip.
He thrusts into me, filling me with his hard cock. I dig my nails into his shoulder as he strokes in and out, bliss filling me at the girth my pussy clings to.
