Page 66 of Mase
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to put a baby in here?” The palm on her stomach tightens, and although Summer is already pregnant, a thrill at the thought of continuing to breed her has electricity zapping through me.
“Yes. Please,” she moans, and I know my girl has the same kink too. Could we be any more perfect for one another?
Unable to take the torment any longer, I remove our fingers. “Take your dress off, Sum. I want you to ride me.”
I hold out my hand to help her up, and she stumbles to her feet, then I waste no time in lifting my T-shirt over my head and dropping it to the ground. Next, I pop open my jeans, lower my zipper, and pull my throbbing cock from my boxers—all while my eyes never leave Summer’s. “Leaveyour panties on, sweetheart, I want them wet with my cum after.”
The way her cheeks heat has me chuckling, but when her hand slides into mine for me to help her straddle me, all humor disappears.
SUMMER
My panties are already soaked, but hearing Mase say he wants them wet with his cum has my clit pulsating with a desperate need to satiate, something only he can do.
He holds his thick cock up for me, and I push my panties to the side and slowly lower myself down onto his thickness. The air is knocked from my lungs the moment the head of his cock prods at my entrance with a promise of leaving his mark.
I’ll feel this for days, and I want to. I want to feel Mase all over me as a reminder of our lovemaking, because contrary to what Mase says or believes, that’s what this is.
This is more than a filthy hookup; we’re building a future together. I just wish it wasn’t built on the lies that haunt me.
I push the dark thoughts in my mind aside, and continue with the assault on my pussy, reveling in the bite of pain as I inch down.
“Fuck, you’ve no idea how much I want to destroy you right now,” he grits out. His fingers bite into my skin, but I welcome the pain and the bruising that will follow, much like our first time together. “I want to fuck you so hard.”
“Do it,” I coax with a swirl of my hips.
He bites his lip, his muscles bunched tight, and I scan him up and down, greedily devouring every inch of his toned abs. “Don’t want to hurt my babies.”
I shake my head, and my braid brushes the top of my ass. “You won’t. I checked. You won’t hurt them.”
One of his strong palms lands on my stomach, and I adore the possessiveness of his touch. The way his hungry stare equally penetrates me is an aphrodisiac to my soul.
“I love the fact I put my baby in here.” He licks his lips, and I slide down his length, then hold myself still. “My innocent angel, growing my babies. So fucking beautiful, Summer.”
He lifts to his elbows, leaning forward, and when his lips wrap around the tip of my pointed nipple, I throw my head back in ecstasy. “I’m going to milk your tits dry each time after you feed the babies.”
“Please.” I hold his head in place as he suckles, giving me no other option but to grind down on him over and over. “Please, Sinner,” I moan.
His eyes darken, and he slams up inside me with such power I have no choice but to become his to use.
“That’s it, take my cock. Fuck, yes,” he spits out, like his action offended him. “Take it, little slut.” I take everything he gives me, thrust after powerful thrust, until I feel the telltale jerk of his cock pulsating deep inside me. “Fuuuck,” he growls.
Then, with his chest heaving and his cock still hard, he wraps a hand around me and holds my ass in place while the other props us upright. I continue bouncing in a steady rhythm on his cock while his tongue works over my nipple, flicking at the peak and bringing with it such pleasure my pussy clenches with each swipe.
“Yes. More. More, Mase. Suck harder.”
His cum drips from me with each powerful movement. Pushing his cock deeper into my pussy, his hips power up,and he continues to suck so hard he’s going to leave a mark, but I don’t care; I will it to happen. I lift myself up and slam back down, meeting him with each movement. My pussy clenches around his thick length, and I replicate each groan of his pleasure with my own tortured moan.
“More. More,” I chant with my impending orgasm.
“That’s it, ride me. Ride that thick cock so I can fill you with my cum.” His filthy words have my clit throbbing with an intensity I’ve become accustomed to with Mase.
“Oh god, Mase. More.”
“Fuck, you look beautiful pregnant with my babies and begging.” He thrusts up harder, sweat beading on his forehead, and I’ve no choice but to hold on tightly to him, and when he rolls his hips, I moan in delight, and my fingernails dig into his corded shoulders. “Fuck, yes. I’m going to fill you, then paint your pretty little lips.” He slaps my ass hard, and with one final thrust, my pussy convulses, and I drop my head back, giving him access to my tits. When he bites my nipple with his lips, I soar, delighting in his stuttered breaths as he fills me with his warm cum.
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