“What are you doing?” she squealed, while attempting to lift her head off the bed.
I pushed her head back down and continued to fuck her ass with my thumb. If I wasn’t so enthralled with what I was doing then I might’ve been able to make out what she was saying. I tried to listen. Heard something along the lines of no, it won’t fit, but once I’d added a finger to my thumb’s movements, I was lost.
Before I knew what was happening, I had my jeans pushed over my hips and was lining up my cock.
“It’s okay, Freckles,” I grunted and forced my way in. “You just need to relax.”
I think she screamed. Could’ve been a cry. I wasn’t sure. My entire focus was on watching her tight little ass stretch around my shaft. It was so fucking hot that I pulled her cheeks apart so I could watch myself sink into her. And when my pelvis finally smacked against her backside, I saw stars.
Shit. This wasn’t going to take long.
My balls were already starting to pull up.
Gritting my teeth, I reached down to finger her clit while I fucked her. Not hard, like before. I slowly pulled my cock out of her, then gently thrust back in. So she’d enjoy it as much as I was. I wanted to revel in this moment. Take my time to admire the little twitches and soft moans my girl was letting out. Harper’s body looked so small against mine. Like I was shoving a telephone pole up her ass. Yet she took every last inch like a champ.
“I wish you could see this,” I groaned and pinched her clit. “You’re taking my cock like a good girl.”
Those last two words caused Harper’s back to bow. She shoved the blanket in her mouth to muffle her scream, and I drove in. Clamping my teeth on her shoulder as I shot my load inside her. I’d taken every hole she had now. I growled as the tinge of her blood ran over my tongue and thrust into her a few more times.
The beast wanted to come out and play, but this time I was able to push him back. Harper Callaghan was mine. I would love her. I would fuck her, and I would take care of her. Even if that meant protecting her from myself.
All daylong I wandered around not knowing how to act. Mason was being weird. When we woke up, he was smiling and said good morning. At breakfast he made sure I got the last blueberry muffin – which he argued with Logan over – then he took me up to his room to watch a movie and cuddle. And the movie was what boys would call a chick flick.
“Hey baby, you look great.” Mason kissed my forehead and smiled. “You ready?”
I don’t know if I was ready. Mason had a fight tonight, and for some reason he wanted me to come. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
“Why do you want me to come?”
Watching someone get beat up wasn’t exactly my idea of fun. I got enough of that all on my own.
“I need my good luck charm.”
Good luck charm?
My eyes narrowed.
Why was he being nice? Was this a trick? Whatever it was, I didn’t like it.
“Come on.”
He grabbed my sweater off the dresser, where he placed it after he folded it. Yes, folded. What the hell? Earlier I tried to make him mad by slapping his hand away when he pawed at me. And know what Mason did? He placed his hand on my leg and left it there.
Mason opened his bedroom door and gave me a smile that lit up his eyes.
Was he mad at me? Did I do something wrong? Was this his way of punishing me? Because I couldn’t take it any more.
Even the tone in his voice was playful. “Well don’t just stand there, Freckles. You don’t want to be late, do you?”
Alright, that’s it.
“Stop being so nice,” I yelled while stamping my foot.
His brow arched and for a second I thought maybe he would spank me or something. Heck, I’d take another rough sex act over this nice guy stuff. My girl parts might complain, but I’d feel better. I was half ready to whip down my jeans and bend over for him.
Until he laughed. And not just a small chuckle, but a full on clutching his belly laugh.
My face dropped. “Can you stop already?”
