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“And my dick loves your cunt. Fuck, Patty, you’re so damn tight. Your pussy is just wrapping around me, and it feels unbelievable.”

His head dropped to my chest, his tongue rolling around a nipple before he sucked hard on it while he slipped out, only to slam into me again.

I groaned, tugging against his hand but he wasn’t letting up.

He held me down with both his hand and his body, and I absolutely loved being at his mercy.

He shifted slightly, making my eyes pop open wide.

“Oh, holy fuck, there. Your dick just hit the most mind-blowing spot.”

He grinned as he moved to the other nipple, his thrusts moving from fast and furious to slow and tortuous, teasing that spot.

“No, no, no,” I whined, trying to push him faster, but he just laughed.

That sound rolled over my body, making it tingle even more.

“Don’t push me, woman. I will do what I want, when I want.”

“But Mason, don’t you want to come?”

“I will, so far in this pussy. But right now, hearing your pants, feeling you clench and then unclench around me, it’s too damn perfect to stop. I want to keep doing it.”

His movements slowed even more, and I tried so hard to figure out how to take control of this, but from here, the way he had me pinned, it was going to happen.

Before I could focus, though, his hand was around my throat, tipping my head back so my eyes were locked with his.

“I own this moment, woman. You will come when I tell you to, and not before. So do not think you will win.”

I whimpered and he smirked, feeling a wave of wetness wash over his cock.

And uh, hello, how could he not?

There had to be other women in the world who got turned on just like that. I couldn’t dare be alone.

“You like that, don’t you? You’re a hellion in the bedroom, but you still like me telling you what to do.”

With his hand around my throat, all I could do was nod. Not that I trusted myself with a voice right now.

“Want to come?” he coaxed, rolling his hips deeper into me and I rolled my eyes back in my head. “Oh no, you look at me when I make you come.”

I snapped them back at him, my pants turning into moans.

His hips picked up, slamming harder into me, finding that spot once more.

And with a piercing scream, I shattered under him, milking his cock with everything I had.

He groaned, his head dropping to my shoulder as he shook against me. I felt every little drop enter me, and I couldn’t be happier that I was on the tail end of menopause and not having to think about a baby.

Because there was no way I was done with him, not tonight, not tomorrow, and fucking hell, not in the next few weeks.

Chapter 7

~ Mason ~

I stirred in the middle of the night, feeling her body pressed against mine. After that insane round, we waited, then went in for round two, and oddly enough, round three. Then we passed out.

And now, I was awake.