Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!” I gasp, mewling in pleasure I’ve never known before. I feel like I could come just from him being inside me, and we’re not even moving yet. His fingers tease my clit, and I gasp as he slowly begins to slide out. He rolls his hips, teasing me with just the head before he suddenly slides deep inside again, and I scream in pleasure.
“Fuck, Layla,” he grunts, thrusting into me harder as I moan eagerly. “You’re so fucking tight, baby. Fuck, your pussy looks so fucking hot wrapped tight around my cock like this.”
I moan, clawing at the lounger as the pleasure roll through me. “You—oh shit, Mason, you’re so big.”
“Take that big cock, baby,” he hisses, sliding out and then pushing deep inside. “Take every inch of that big, fat cock.”
I start to lose. My. Fucking. Mind. He leans over me, and when his hand grips the back of my neck, I swear I’m about to come. His other hand grips my ass and hip, and then Mason starts to fuck me—and I do mean fuck the hell out of me. It’s primal, and savage—it’s like he’s been holding back for forever, and now, the brakes are off. And I’ve never once had sex anywhere close to as hot, and unbridled, and raw as this is.
I’m a rag doll for him, writhing in pure pleasure as he pins me to the lounger and fucks me hard. His muscles coil against me, and his hand comes down again and again to spank my ass. His other hand grips my neck, and he twists my head to crush his lips to mine. I moan eagerly into his kiss, our tongues swirling together passionately as he pounds my little pussy.
I explode, and the orgasm shatters through me. I reach back and cling to him, my nails digging into his thigh and urging him on as he just keeps thrusting. His heavy balls slap my clit, and his hand spanks my ass. His teeth rake down my neck, making me squeal in pleasure. And that huge, thick cock of his fucks me into a dripping, whimpering, blubbering, begging, orgasming puddle. I come again, and then again, and I’m sure I’m going to fucking pass out from pure overkill when I feel him throb and swell inside of me. He growls against my neck, and I can feel myself about to explode one more time.
“Come with me, Layla,” he groans. “Shit, baby, I’m going to fill this little pussy up with some much fucking cum. I’m gonna cum so fucking hard, baby, and I want you to fucking come with me. Come with me, Layla. Let me feel that hot little cunt come one more time.”
He thrusts into me, utterly claiming me and dominating me, and it’s more than I can take. I cry out and let go, and I feel myself spasm around him as the climax explodes through my core. Mason roars and thrusts deep, and I feel his muscles clench and tighten as his cock begins to throb. Hot, pulsing ropes of his sticky cum blast into me, filling me up to the brim. He grunts and keeps thrusting, and I can feel his cum pouring out of me and making a puddle beneath us. He hisses and twists my head again to kiss me once more, and he slides his fat cock so deep inside, and just keeps it there pulsing out the last of his cum.
He slides himself free and strokes his slick cock, and my jaw drops when somehow even more cum pulses from his head to splatter down over my ass, my thighs, and my pussy. Finally, with a deep growl, he rolls off the chair and onto his ass on the patio right next to me. He turns to look at me, and I grin like a drunk idiot.
A cum-drunk, cock-drunk, fucked-silly mess.
“What. The. Fuck…” I mumble, grinning at him.
He’s panting, his shoulders and chest heaving and his muscles clenching over and over. He grins at me and leans in to kiss me, and his hand slides into and tangles in my hair. He grips me tight and kisses me slow and deep, until my toes are curling.
“That,” he groans. “Is four years of wanting to do that to you.”
I groan, still grinning. “Four years, huh?”
“Four fucking years,” he groans. He kisses me again and then sits back with a smug look on his face.
I arch a brow. “What?”
“So, who’s the winner?”
I giggle, groaning as I collapse onto the lounger.
“I want to say that’s a draw, but I’m pretty sure I just won,” I giggle. “Life, everything.”
He chuckles. “That so, huh?”
I nod, opening my eyes to see him looking at me like he wants to devour me whole. Fire stirs inside of me, and I bite my lip as I raise my head and glance down at his lap. My pulse skips a beat.