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I nod so fast it's embarrassing. "God, yes. I want you inside me. Now."

He leans over me again, one thick forearm braced beside my head, caging me in. His other hand grips the soft flesh of my thigh and yanks it wider, spreading my pussy open beneath his weight.

He lowers himself, biceps flexing, like a push-up. He maneuvers his head between my thighs, licking his tongue along the sensitive inner-thigh flesh and traces it up to my expectant pussy. He draws his tongue firmly along the center of my folds and flicks it against my clit. Then pushes himself back up, bringing his knees forward. “Do you really, really want me to fuck you, Katy?” I raise my knees, bringing them back, ready to kick my feet into his chest. But he grabs my thighs above each hip and scoops me up. My ass leaves the bed. He pulls me forward and centers my entrance onto the tip of his cock.

The blunt, fat head of his cock nudges my entrance, sliding through the slick mess dripping from me. He rocks forward, grinding his tip against my swollen clit with every teasing pass until I'm panting and squirming.

"Tell me again. Say it."

"I want your cock. Fuck me, Mason. Please."

He pushes inside me, bottoming out on the first thrust. The brutal stretch burns so good that I cry out, nails clawing into his broad shoulders. He's so fucking thick, forcing my walls apart, stuffing every inch until I swear I can feel him pressing against the back of my throat.

My pussy flutters and spasms, desperately trying to adjust to his sheer size.

"Fuck, you're still so tight. This greedy little pussy is squeezing me like it never wants to let go."

Mason stays buried to the hilt for a long beat, his forehead pressed to mine, breathing hard. The pause lets me feel every thick throb and twitch of his cock stretching my walls; every tiny shift of his hips drags against that sensitive spot inside me. I love it. Then he starts to move.

Slow at first, each powerful stroke wrenching a soft, broken whimper from my throat. I wrap my legs around his waist, heels digging hard into the firm muscle of his lower back, urging him even deeper.

"Harder. Fuck me harder."

Mason slams into me faster, the slap of his balls against my ass cutting through the roar of rain and thunder. The bed creaks violently beneath us. His massive frame pins me down in the best way, his chest dragging roughly over my stiff nipples with every stroke, pressing my breasts between us.

"That's it, love. Take every fat inch of my cock. This tight cunt was made for me. So fucking greedy, sucking me right back in every time I pull out."

I meet him thrust for thrust, rolling my hips up to grind my clit against the base of his shaft. One of his large hands slides between our bodies. His thumb finds my swollen clit and circles it with perfect pressure.

"Oh God, right there. Harder, um, faster, I mean faster. Fuck, maybe harder and faster. Damn. Don't stop."

"Never stopping. Gonna fuck this pussy until you come all over my cock. Want to feel you clamp down and milk every drop out of me."

My breaths turn into short, desperate bursts. I clutch at his back as he angles his hips, slamming into me until sparks explode behind my eyes.

"Mason, I'm so fucking close."

"Come for me, Katy. Let me feel it. Come on this dick like the good girl you are."

My orgasm slams through me without warning, sudden and vicious. My walls spasm violently around his thrusting cock, a broken moan ripping from my throat. I bury my face in his neck, teeth sinking into the thick muscle of his shoulder to muffle the sound as pleasure tears through every inch of me.

Mason doesn't slow. If anything, he fucks me harder through it, pounding deep and drawing the climax out until I'm shaking. Is it possible to be oversensitive? If it is, well, I’m there. My pussy is fluttering helplessly around him.

"Fuck, that's it. So goddamn beautiful when you come. This pussy gripping me so tight I can barely move. Gonna fill you up now. You want that? Want my come deep inside this greedy cunt?"

"Yes, come inside me. Fill me."

He groans, low and rough, hips stuttering. Three more brutal thrusts and he buries himself as deep as he can go. His cock pulses hard inside me; thick, hot spurts of come flood my pussy. The sensation drags shudders and another mini climax from me, my walls fluttering and milking him as he empties every drop deep inside me.

His weight feels perfect, grounding me to the bed. He kisses me softly, slow and tender; his tongue brushes mine like he's savoring me. When he finally pulls back, his thumb traces my swollen bottom lip.

"Sleep, love. I'll be here when you wake up."

He eases out of me carefully. Warmth trickles down my thigh. Mason reaches for the blanket, pulling it over both of us before he tucks me against his chest.

My eyes drift shut, my body boneless, satisfied, sleepy. The last thing I register is his fingers fidgeting lazy circles on my hip, like he can't stop touching me.

Doesn’t want to stop, even now.