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Judging by his moans and grunts and hard breathing, he feels the same.
Mason pushes me closer and closer to the edge, but I don’t topple over. Our rhythm keeps me there and I moan louder and louder, frustrated, desperate for my release.
When I can’t stand it anymore, I break the kiss we’re locked in and look into his eyes.
“I want it hard, Mason.”
His expression becomes wild, his eyes dark, and he wraps an arm around me. When he gets up, he takes me with him as if I weigh nothing, and in a flash, I’m on my back. My thighs fall open for him and Mason settles between them. He plunges into me again, and I cry out when he drives in deeper than before. Now that he’s in control and on top, he sets the pace. I grab onto his shoulders when he fucks me and I hold on for the ride.
Mason bucks his hips hard and fast, not bothering to work up to it and I cry out. His face is close to mine, breath coming in ragged gasps as he pounds into me. The orgasm that was threatening shatters over me and I cry out, curling in ecstasy. Mason doesn’t let up, and his bucking draws out the orgasm.
When I come down, Mason is still pumping hard and fast. He plants a quick kiss on my lips before he keeps going.
I gasp and moan and the sound of our sex fills the living room. He kisses me again, and then another time between his thrusts.
I orgasm a second time, and only after I recover from it, gasping and breathing hard, Mason slows down. His skin is slick with sweat, forming beads on his brow and he gasps for air.
“You’re a machine,” I breathe.
He grins at me. “It helps to be fit.”
“I’ll say.” I smile at him.
He kisses me, his tongue hot in my mouth.
“Sit back,” I say. “It’s my turn to take the wheel.”
He pulls out of me and does as I ask, sitting on the couch. I climb onto his lap and lower myself onto him. We both moan when I do. I kiss him, pushing my breasts against him and Mason cups one in his large hand. He tweaks my nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, and I cry out.
I move my hips back and forth, riding him, and he slides in and out of me. It takes me a moment to find my rhythm, and I start bucking faster and faster. At first, Mason keeps at it, rolling my nipple between his fingers, but after a while, he grabs my hips and helps me thrust. He grits his teeth, lips pulled back, and pure unadulterated lust floods his features. I fuck him, my breasts jiggling, riding him as hard as I can.
He gets harder inside me, and his breathing tells me he’s close.
I’m on the verge of another orgasm, too.
When I topple over the edge and cry out, my pussy clamps down around Mason’s cock and it kicks him into his release, as well. He holds me tightly, his cock buried deep inside me, and we come together, moaning and gasping. His heart pounds against my chest and his cock jerks inside me.
My muscles contract and release as pleasure rolls over me again and again.
Finally, when it's over, Mason loosens his arms around me. We both breathe hard, and it takes a while to get our heart rates to slow.
I push myself off him, my legs jelly.
“I’ll be right back,” I say. I don’t want to make a mess on the couch. I hurry to the bathroom and take care of myself, cleaning up the mess we made.
When I return to the living room, the lights are still off and Mason sits on the couch in the semi-dark. He’s wearing his boxers.
I find my underwear and start putting it on.
“I have to go,” I say. “I have to get back to Kylie—I didn’t arrange the sitter for the night.”
“I understand,” he says.
“Do you?”
I pull on the dress, and I’m not naked anymore. I don’t put on the shoes yet.
“I mean it when I say I want to get to know you. And maybe your daughter someday…”
