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“It doesn’t matter. What’s done is done. I’m a big girl, Mason. I can make my own choices. And I choose you.”
“I was an asshole.” He leaned in, pressing a kiss to my hip bone. “But I’ve never done this before, and the thought that you might have some kind of power over me… it freaked me the fuck out.”
I ran a hand through his hair. “It’s okay.”
“It’s not. But I’m going to make it up to you.”
Slowly, he peeled my jeans down my legs, the rush of cool air making me shiver.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Harper.”
He helped me step out of my jeans and worked his way back up my body, trailing his fingertips over my skin until his hand pressed against the side of my neck.
“Get on the bed,” he said, voice thick with need.
I did as he instructed, propping myself on one elbow to watch him strip out of his own clothes. My breath caught as his body came into view. All that defined muscle and smooth, tan skin.
“Like what you see?” he chuckled, brushing a hand down his stomach all the way to his black boxer briefs. The impressive bulge there. Mason grasped himself, squeezing hard, hissing at the contact. “Do you have any idea how hard you get me?”
“Show me,” I said.
A faint smirk traced his mouth as he pushed his briefs over his hips and kicked them off before fisting his monster dick and pumping slowly.
“That is incredibly hot.”
“Not as hot as watching it slide in and out of your pussy.”
“Mason!” I gasped, gushing at his words.
I was so turned on, desperate to feel him. To touch him. But the anticipation was a rush like no other. Watching his eyes flare with desire as he ran his gaze over every inch of my skin while jerking himself.
“Spread your legs,” he demanded, and my knees fell open. “Touch yourself.” My hand slid down my stomach. My fingers toying with my clit.
Mason came to the end of the bed. He dropped to his knees on the mattress and leaned over me. Running his crown through my wetness.
“Ah, that feels… God…” He nudged my clit, stealing my breath. “Mason,” I begged, arching into him as he teased me. Dipping lower, positioning himself right there, giving me just the tip.
“Stop teasing me,” I whined, needy and restless as I writhed beneath him.
“Did I say you could stop touching yourself?” he gritted out, still jerking himself.
“You’re not playing fair.”
“I want you desperate for me,” he smirked, and I glowered at him.
Laughter rumbled in his chest, but he slid in a little too far, and it turned into a strangled groan as I squeezed around him.
“Fuck, Harper. Condom.”
“No… no, no,” I said as he went to pull away. “I’m on birth control.”
“I’m clean. I get tested regularly.”
“Then fuck me already.” I pulled him down on top of me, locking my legs around his waist.
“Needy little thing.”
“You love it,” I sassed.
