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)
I clench, I convulse, my vision swims, and I start to come—and I start to come hard.
The cry is guttural and deep in my throat. My body tightens and then suddenly explodes around him, and the orgasm detonates through my very core. I scream into the sheets, shaking and writhing under him, and Mason suddenly roars. He thrusts deep into me and grips me so fucking tight. And suddenly, I can feel him start to come.
His fat cock pulses and throbs deep in my ass. His balls tighten against my pussy lips, and I cry out when I feel him start to explode deep inside of me. His hot cum pours into my ass, flooding me and pumping into me again and again as he just holds himself there. He leans over me, and I twist my head to kiss him feverishly as we both freeze like that, trembling and shaking as the orgasms shudder through us.
Mason wraps his arms around me and gently slides out of me. We roll onto our sides, panting and sweaty, and I snuggle back into him as he pulls the sheets over us.
“So,” I giggle, turning to grin at him with a blushing face. “Did it live up to the fantasy?”
Mason chuckles, wraps his big arms around me, and kisses me deeply. “Baby, that blew the fantasy out of the fucking water.”
Our lips seal together, and we just lay there, utterly content and utterly at peace.
…That is, until the peace blows up in our faces.
Chapter Twelve
Layla
I think we sleep for a little bit, but at some point, I wake up and realize I’m still in his arms. I pull him around me tighter, and I hear him chuckle behind me.
“Did you sleep too?” I whisper, turning to glance at him.
“A little, I think. I have no idea what time it is.”
“Same, and I don’t care.”
He chuckles and leans in to kiss me. “All I need to care about is right here,” he murmurs, kissing me softly. I melt into him, and I can feel his cock begin to thicken against my ass. I moan, pulling back to bite my lip.
“You’re insatiable, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, that would be you,” he growls. “It’s all your fault.”
“Yeah, not that you’re a twenty-one-year-old ball of raging testosterone?”
He grins. “Maybe, but I’m still blaming you. You don’t see me in bed with any other of my pool clients, do you?”
I scowl jealously. “Well what am I not seeing, mister?”
He laughs. “Believe me, between you and Mr. Carson, who’s seventy-five, by the way, you pull a win.”
I giggle. “Well, lucky me. Good thing I busted out that scandalous bikini to tempt you with, or else Mr. Carson might’ve bagged you.”
Mason roars with laughter. “Baby, are you trying to make sure I never get hard again?”
I blush and reach back to curl my hand around his very hard, very thick cock. “Doesn’t seem like I’m having any effect whatsoever, now does it?”
“Not even close,” he groans. “I’ve got an idea.”
“Oh? Pray tell?”
“It involves you, my shower, and my mouth on your pussy.”
I shiver with heat. “Yeah, um, yeah that sounds like I could be persuaded.”
He grins again and kisses me. “Well, let me just see if I can persuade—”
The door to his bedroom slams open, and I scream. I flail, yanking the sheets tighter around me as I whirl to see Vanessa Dunn glaring at me with murder in her eyes.
Vanessa Dunn, as in Mason’s mother.
“You. Little. Fucking. WHORE!” She screeches. Suddenly, Carl, her husband, appears over her shoulder. His eyes narrow on Mason and me, clearly naked under the bed sheets, and he snarls.
“What the fuck is this?!”
Mason growls and sits up. He slides me behind him, still under the sheets, and he scowls at his parents.
“Can I help you?” he snarls.
“Yes!” Vanessa screams. “You can help me understand how it is that you’re in bed with the trashy slut from next door?” Her eyes swivel to me, and she hisses. “What are you, twice his fucking ag—”
“ENOUGH!” Mason’s voice booms through the room, silencing them. He reaches down and grabs a pair of boxers and slips them on under the sheets before he stands. “Get out, both of you.”
“We’re not going goddamn anywhere, Mason!” his father roars back. He jabs a finger at me. “I want her out of my goddamn house!”
“She’s my guest, dad,” Mason snarls dangerously. “And she’s not going anywhere.”
Carl laughs coldly. “So is this what you got kicked out of school for? To come back here and sleep with the used-up trash from next door?”
Mason’s entire body stiffens, and his shoulder flexes. “Watch your mouth,” he snarls viciously. “Dad, I’m warning you once, you keep your fucking mouth shut if you plan on speaking to her like that again.”
“Well she is!” Vanessa snaps. “Mason, honey, she sells panties, like a fucking stripper, or worse.” She pales. “Oh my God, sweetheart, you’re not paying her, are you!? Carl! Call Dr. Khan. We’re getting Mason tested for everything, tod—”