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I circle my tongue around the crown of his cock, tentatively at first, but getting braver and braver. He tastes so masculine, deep and dark and delicious. I need to have him deeper. I need to have him inside me.
I suck his cock inside my mouth and Mason curses when he fills my mouth. I keep sucking, slowly at first, but picking up speed when I see how much he loves it.
"I can't fucking hold back, baby," he tells me darkly. "I'm sorry... I don't even want to."
He holds my head still and starts fucking my mouth, excruciatingly slowly at first, making me want him so much deeper. But he soon picks up speed, filling my whole mouth up with his throbbing cock. I swirl my tongue around it as he fucks my face, his moans making my clit throb. My eyes are pleading with his to fuck me, and when he hits the back of my throat with the tip of his cock, I choke.
He pulls out slowly, and I take a deep breath. When I look back at Mason, his eyes are glazed over with need.
"Lie on your back," he orders me. "On the bed. Fucking now, princess."
I scramble back, lying down with my whole body exposed and trembling for his touch.
This is different than anything we’ve done before. Yes, we’ve fucked numerous times now, we’ve even come really damn close to making love. But this time, with his eyes boring into mine, I know this is going to be special.
“I want that last part of you, Cara,” he tells me as he climbs back on top of me. “The part that loves me, the part that can’t stand to be without me. I want your love, princess.”
I wrap my legs around him and he groans as the tip of his cock presses against my pussy.
“Make love to me,” I beg him, and with his name on my lips, he presses inside me.
His eyes are on me, always, as he pushes his cock deeper and deeper inside me. Like this, with me on my back, it seems like he can go deeper than ever. He doesn’t fuck me though. His thrusts don’t get faster and faster like they usually do, like he’s just so damn desperate to fill me with his seed. Instead he fucks me slowly, like he’s relishing every second of being inside me.
It takes me mere moments to cum all over his cock, gasping his name. He kisses it off my lips, going even slower now and with more intent.
"More," I beg Mason, and he pulls out his whole length, then plunges inside me again as I gasp. The feeling is something I'm getting addicted to by the second stroke, my body shaking with the need for more.
I keep repeating his name as he pumps inside me, one hand holding the small of my back, the other braced on my side. He curses out loud as he fucks me, and I'm seeing stars – not just the ones in the summer sky.
"You feel so good, Mason," I whisper in his ear.
He groans against my mouth, shutting me up with a deep kiss, then moving away and looking at me with concern. "Does it hurt?" he asks worriedly.
I gulp as I ride another wave of pleasure, my walls tightening around his thick shaft, ready to milk every last drop of his hot come.
"No,” I promise him.
It doesn’t hurt like it usually does, even though he’s stretching me wide. It feels good.
He curses out loud and makes love to me like it's the first and last time.
"I'm going to come inside of you now, okay, princess?" he asks me, his voice pained. I nod, begging him to do what he’s promised.
"Be a good girl," he orders me. "I want you to come on my cock again."
I writhe under his touch, getting off on those words alone.
"Can you do that, Cara?"
Before I can answer him, my body is taken over by a shiver and I bring my hips up to him, whispering his name over and over again. Mason curses as he drives his cock into me, fucking me harder than ever before. And it doesn’t hurt, it feels amazing. It feels like we’ve connected more than ever before, his perfect, veiny cock stretching me within an inch of my existence.
He curses against my hair and his whole body tenses as he pumps one last time. He groans and I can tell he's going through the same thing, shaking and calling my name in a broken, ragged whisper.
His body convulsing, Mason collapses on top of me, his cock still inside me. He looks down at me, his smirk ever present on his face as I pant in exhaustion.
“I’ve wanted to do that for months,” he tells me, kissing his way up to my lips. “Make love to you, princess. Make you give me the last thing I was missing.”
“And what might that be?” I tease him, running my fingers through his hair.
He grins, saying, “Your heart, baby.”
I giggle and try to push him off, but he won’t fucking budge.
“Was that as corny as I think it was?” Mason laughs, and I nod. “It was true though. I wanted the last part of you.”
“Well, you got it,” I kiss him on the lips, my tongue sneaking between them and demanding more attention. He groans as he kisses me, his mouth drinking me in like I’m the only substance he needs to live.
“Maybe you should’ve paid more attention,” I say, biting his neck gently.
“Why’s that, sweetheart?” Mason asks roughly.
I can feel his cock getting hard between my legs again, throbbing to be inside me.
“Because you would’ve noticed I gave it to you the day I came here,” I whisper in his ear.
Epilogue – Cara
2 years later
It's my birthday today. Oh, how time flies.
I've been thinking about the last two birthdays that meant this much to me. First, my sixteenth. Then, my eighteenth. And today, I'm turning twenty, and my father is coming to visit us in Italy for the first time.
I never thought he would come to terms with mine and Mason's relationship. He was angry as hell, though he did his best to pretend it was okay because he loves me so much. But he refused to speak to Mason for a full year after that summer. I've seen my dad, have flown back home twice per year. But I also made it plenty clear the beautiful house outside of Venice was my home now, whether dad accepted it or not.
He didn't, at first. He was sullen and refused to speak to me when we were together, at least for the first few days. But we talked a while later, and he confessed why this whole thing hurt him so badly. He told me Mason was one of his best friends, and he felt betrayed by what he'd done. I wanted desperately for them to rekindle their friendship, but it seemed like that would never happen.
For the past two years, I'd sent my father invitations to my birthday party, and he refused the first time around. But this year, I earned a call back, and he promised he would be there. It made me both happy and incredibly nervous. I still remembered what had happened when Mason and my father were in a room together, and I didn't want a repeat of that awful fight.
As I get ready, a million thoughts swimming through my head, I hope that everything will go okay today. Luca's homing home for the first time since I've been back too, and Mason has been promising me he is a changed man. I really hope so - for his sake. I know if he lays a hand on me, Mason's going to have his head.
I'm wearing a long, baby blue dress. It's flowy and Grecian, with a long slit amongst the drapes on my legs. To compliment the color, I'm also wearing a gold leaf headband that Mason had made especially for me. I feel beautiful today.
I know the party's about to start, but I want to steal another moment with Mason before all the guests arrive. My eyes light up as he opens the door into our bedroom, finding me at the vanity table.
"Cara," he says, his voice deep and throaty. "You look sexy as hell."
"Likewise," I smile wide at him, getting up from the chair at my table.
I walk up to him, smoothing the collar of his shirt. He's forgone the blazer, but he still looks semi-formal in his outfit. Handsome as ever. I pull on the hair at his ear and he groans. He's got some grey hairs there now that never cease to make me wet, even though he hates me teasing him about them.
"Do we have time to..." My words are interrupted by a knock on the door and Mason groans when I call for the intruder to come in.
"Signorina Newton," Filippe says pleasantly. "You look like a vision."
"Thank you, Filippe," I smile, feeling the ghost of a blush creeping up on my neck.
Still haven't quite gotten rid of that habit.
"There are people arriving now," Filippe tells us. "I've told them to wait in the garden for you. Everything else has been prepared, we're just waiting for you now."
I nod and Filippe disappears discreetly. As soon as he's gone, I steal a kiss from Mason's lips, and he tangles his fingers in the drapes of my dress. His hands find the slit in the side and he strokes my smooth, tanned legs.
"Jesus, cara mia," he says roughly. "How am I going to get through tonight without sliding my fingers in that pussy when nobody's looking?"
"Try hard?" I suggest innocently, and he grins as I tear myself from his embrace. "Come on, let's go downstairs."
IT'S a few hours into the party and I'm having the best fun. There are people here I've come to know and love. People we consider friends, neighbors, people from Mason's work. All my people now, too. The only person missing is my dad.
I keep looking at the corner of the house where Filippe is bringing my guests in, but so far, no luck. My dad hasn't shown up, and it feels like there's a little puzzle piece missing in my fairytale. Just like last year.
Finally, several hours into the party, I see a familiar figure approaching. My dad smiles wide and waves at me as he rounds the corner. There are several other guests with him. A woman and two small children.
I don't realize they've come together until they're all standing in front of me.
"Daddy!" My excitement is obvious as I jump into my father's arms, holding him tightly and relishing the hug I so rarely get these days. "I'm so glad you're here. You're late!"
My dad laughs and shakes his head when he lets me go.
"Sorry, honey, delay with the airline. We got here as fast as we could," he promises me, and I give him a curious look, followed by a glance at the woman and children he's brought with him.
My dad clears his throat and I realize he looks really nervous as he speaks up again.
"I hope you don't mind that I brought a... date." He looks into my eyes as he delivers the blow, and my lips part in shock.
