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No, he had to stick to his plan, no matter what.
Instead of giving in to his own desires, he continued stoking hers, building her pleasure higher and higher, bringing her to the verge of total collapse.
Then he withdrew his hand.
It took her a few seconds to realize he wasn’t merely changing hands or shifting angles. Her head swiveled from side to side as she took in his hands, both resting serenely on the sofa.
“Umm,” she said, clearly at a loss. “I, uh...I didn’t...” She craned her neck, trying to catch a glimpse of his expression. “Is something wrong, Master?”
“Not in the least.” He tried to sound nonchalant, but it came out more like a boast. “I’m doing exactly what I told you I would.”
She went utterly still for five seconds. Then she threw back her head with an annoyed groan. “Are you kidding me right now?”
“I think we’ve already established I don’t know how to tell jokes,” he said, unable to hold back a smug little smirk.
“You’re not playing fair,” she grumbled, letting her feet tumble over the edge of the sofa and crossing her arms. “This is pure manipulation.”
“Oh, please,” he said with an amused huff. “You’re the one who just had my cock buried in your throat to try to manipulate me. I don’t want to hear it.”
She didn’t have an argument against that one. “It’s not fair though,” she said, pushing out her lower lip in the cutest little pout. “You’ve probably been flying your whole life. Of course you’re not afraid. I’m almost forty for God’s sake. I’m too old to try new things.”
“Oh, Addison,” he said, running a hand slowly down her center, stopping just shy of where she wanted to be touched. “It’s never too late to try new things. Fly with me. Let me show you the whole fucking world. I promise you won’t regret it.”
His fingers drifted lower, brushing over her clit with the lightest of touches.
“Okay!” she shouted, throwing her hands up in the air. “I’ll get on a plane, I promise, but not right now. Not for this. I can’t handle meeting my dad and flying for the first time all at once. It’s too much. Please?”
With a triumphant smile, he shifted her down onto the sofa on her back. Kneeling up between her spread thighs, he hooked her knees over his shoulders, arching her ass up off the cushion.
“Your terms are acceptable,” he said, prying her apart with his fingers, revealing her gorgeous pussy to his eyes. “Good girl.” And then he dove in, swirling his tongue as deep into her cunt as he could, lapping up her sweetness.
She was every fucking bit as delicious as he remembered. He wanted to consume her. Utterly devour her. Savor every last drop.
Sweeping his tongue up her folds, he flattened it over her clit, taking his time running over it, bit by painstaking bit. Hips bucking against his face, she dug her heels painfully into his back.
“Oh my fuuu—freaking God,” she said.
He smiled against her center, his five o’clock shadow scraping against her most sensitive flesh. “You’re such a good girl,” he said as she squirmed. Then his tongue was right back at her clit, licking and twisting, pushing her pleasure higher and higher, until every single muscle in her body was taut, ready for the explosion.
“Please!” She screamed it loud enough that anyone with an adjoining room most certainly heard her. Hell, the whole fucking floor might have heard that.
Plunging two fingers into her pussy, he pumped them in and out, laving her clit with his tongue with as much force as he could manage. Within seconds, she screamed as pleasure cascaded through her. He didn’t stop until the very last shudder passed through her tight pussy, and she collapsed down onto the cushions.
“See?” Mason said, smirking down at her. “Wasn’t that worth one tiny little concession?”
Throwing her arms over her eyes, she struggled to catch her breath. “Here’s a helpful tip for you,” she mumbled at last, her words not quite clear. “As long as you keep doing that shit with your tongue? I’ll agree to just about anything you want.”
CHAPTER 15
Addison
“Yougot us a whole house?” Addison went for the same tone she’d use to comment on the weather. Sunny day, isn’t it? Did you hear it’s supposed to rain tomorrow? Oh, cool, you rented a three-bedroom house just so the two of us have somewhere to crash for eight hours? What a totally normal thing to do.
Given his arched brows, she maybe didn’t quite succeed. “I had my reasons,” was all he deigned to say. Checking his phone, he punched a four-digit code into the keypad on the front door. The smart lock chimed, then whirred as the deadbolt slid out of the way.
Pushing the door open, Mason motioned for her to precede him into the brick, ranch-style home. It was a nice house, with vaulted ceilings everywhere she looked. A gas-burning fireplace and a set of comfy looking, matching leather sofas in the living room. Granite countertops and stainless-steel appliances in the kitchen, including a five-burner gas range.
With the framed nature photos on the walls and the worn books filling a bookcase in one corner, it looked a lot less like a rental property than she expected. Throw some toys around and stack a few pairs of shoes by the front door, and it would be easy enough to believe a family lived here.
