“Tap my leg if it’s too much,” he says.
I hum around him, meeting his fierce gaze.
He slowly rocks into me, and my tongue gently twirls around him. The tip of his dick knocks against the back of my throat. My eyes sting at the pressure as he starts thrusting.
The burn is addicting. Spit dribbles from the corners of my lips as they stretch around his girth. The loud slurping sound of his cock fucking my mouth fills the hot air between us.
Mason grinds his hips forward, driving deeper down my throat. I swallow greedily, tears sliding hot down my face as he finds a steady rhythm. My own dick throbs with need, wet and aching.
“Christ, look at you,” he groans, rubbing his thumb down my cheek. “Letting me fuck that smart little head of yours—letting me fuck you stupid.”
My lashes flutter, my mind foggy with raw desire. My hand drifts beneath the waistband of my briefs, wrapping around myself and squeezing tight. His fingers twist in my hair and give a sharp tug, sending a shiver rippling down my spine.
“Wait, wait,” Mason grunts, releasing from my mouth with a wetpop.
I pant heavily, trying to catch my breath. “What’s wrong?”
He smooths his thumb across my jawline. “Nothing,” he assures, voice ragged. “Just… don’t want to finish yet. Need to fuck you.”
Heat rushes to my cheeks. “Oh.”
Grabbing the lube from my nightstand, he settles between my thighs. He yanks off my underwear and bends my legs to expose my hole, making me shiver. He squirts a dollop of lube and warms it between his fingers.
He pushes one finger inside, slow and steady. The heat of his gaze on my face, watching for my reaction, is too much for me to handle. My eyes screw shut as I rock down against him.
A second finger joins the first, stretching and coaxing. I clench around the girth as he spreads them apart, stretching me wide. His other hand grips my cock, thumbing over the dripping slit.
“You’re so tight,” he muses, slipping in a third finger. He crooks them and rubs my prostate.
I gasp and arch off the bed. “God, yes, right there!”
“You’re gonna feel so good around my cock,” he mutters.
“Please,” I beg, rocking down on his fingers. “Fuck me already.”
He hums before pulling out his fingers, causing me to whimper at the loss. He rolls a condom over his dick and makes a show of drizzling some extra lube on his length. Even though he’s been inside me before, a pang of fear rips through my belly as I take in his sheer size.
He flips me over with ease and positions me on my hands and knees. He kneels behind me, the blunt head of his cock nudging at my clenching entrance.
“Ready for me?” he asks, voice low and gravely.
I give a clumsy nod.
He pushes inside gently, inch by inch, rubbing my hip soothingly. The pressure is intense and all-consuming. I grasp at the bedsheets, white-knuckled. I feel impossibly full.
“God,” Mason moans, remaining remarkably still as he bottoms out. “You take me so well. You okay?”
I grit my teeth. “Yeah. So fucking good.”
He pulls out until just the tip remains, then slams back inside. He fucks me with an agonizing tenderness, barely brushing over my prostate—close but not enough. I clench down around him purposefully, drawing out a groan.
“C’mon. Don’t be gentle,” I plead.
He obeys and starts snapping his hips, fucking me fast and deep. It punches a breathless, strangled moan out of me, still hoarse fromhim fucking my throat. His fingers bite into my waist, hard enough to bruise.
“So perfect,” he whispers. “So fucking gorgeous.”
I whimper and push back against him to meet his thrusts halfway. His hipbones slam against my ass with a delicious ferocity. As he rails into me, the sound of wet, slapping skin fills the room.
