Page 21 of My Virgin Puck

The air of the bedroom is hot and heavy, but my body has never felt better. I’ve never felt more alive than when I’m with Mason. He’s everything to me. In the one night, I’ve proved that my feelings towards him all this time weren’t lust. It wasn’t my body just wanting him because he’s attractive.

No.

This is more.

This… This is love.

“Fuck, baby… You’re pussy is pulling me in…” Mason drops so his hands are either side of my head. He’s panting, his sexy breath molten-hot against my neck. “Baby… I’m going to come…”

“Yes,” I moan, wanting nothing more than to feel his warmth inside of me. “Come baby… Come…”

I bite down on the words. I sound ridiculous, but I want it. I want his warmth inside of me. I want his seed planted in my body, it might not bloom yet, but he’ll stake his claim on me. Forever. Just as I have on him.

We’re in this forever now. And even if Mason doesn’t know it yet, I’m never letting go.

I grip Mason’s hips and he pounds me, long and deep. I’m not sure if I’m taking all of him, it just feels so damned good.

My fingers dig in, tight. My body begins to shake. A sudden ball of warmth fills my belly. It’s a new feeling, different to every other orgasm I’ve ever felt.

“Fuck, yes…” I moan, my head sinking into the pillow. “Fuck, Mason… Yes!”

My brain lets go of the insecurities. I reach down for my tits and circle my nipples, adding another layer of uncontrollable fire racing through my body. Mason watches me and his gaze has changed, too.

He’s at the finish line, and when he grips the sheets beside my face, I feel his cock tense inside of me and he sucks a harsh breath and screams like a fucking proud lion.

“OOOOOOHHHHH!! SHIT!!”

Mason releases a wild scream, his release shaking the entire bed. His thrusts change to deep, hard pushes deeper and deeper inside of me and my pussy firms up and engulfs the hot wetness shooting insides of me. My body pushes back with its own spiralling blast of heat, causing me to scrape my nails against Mason’s chest as I hold his body as a guide to levitate back to earth.

Mason crashes to the bed beside me, and it’s at least a minute before we’re even able to mutter a word. When I catch my breath, I roll over, look deep into Mason’s eyes and say the only words that come to my mind.

“I love you…”

I hear how crazy it sounds. The words leave my lips and I’m already wondering if I’ve made a massive mistake.

I don’t care. It’s true. I do love him.

And he should know that - whether it’s now or in two months time - what’s the difference? Love is love and I want to scream out to the fucking world that I love Mason Miller.

Mason rolls to his side, runs his large hand over my cheek and pulls me in for a deep kiss. When he lets go, my lip remains pouted, aching for more as he says, “Madi, I love you, too.”

See. Not crazy.

He damned well loves me, too.

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I roll over and the bed is empty.

Mason’s large imprint is still in the sheets and the cover is tossed over. I reach across to feel if it’s warm, but the coldness of the sheets is offset by the brisk morning air.

I grip the cover and pull them over my naked body, and as I reach out for my phone, the bedroom door creaks open, and a beaming smile greets me like a ray of sunshine.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Mason sings. He’s holding a tray and the closer he gets, the stronger the smell of crispy fried bacon gets. “I’ve made you some breakfast. Maple bacon and poached eggs. I hope you like it.”

My belly does a flip.

Did I really get to sleep with this man last night?

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