She nods frantically, one hand fisting the blanket, the other reaching for me. “More.”
I slowly ease it the rest of the way, until it’s fully seated.
“Christ, you look good like this.” I lean forward and kiss her, my hand still between her thighs. “So pretty and desperate.”
“Iamdesperate,” she whispers, eyes glinting. “You’ve been edging me with your mouth and your words for weeks. I wanna feel you fuck me, Mason.”
I tear my joggers off, no finesse left in me. My cock’s heavy and leaking, aching to be buried deep. I clamber back to her, my hands gliding up to her hips.
“Still good?”
She nods, eyes wide. “Better than good.”
I press a kiss to her mouth again, then grip her hips tighter. “On your knees.”
She scrambles to obey, the plug gleaming between her cheeks as she turns and bends forward.
Fuck, I’ve never wanted anyone this badly in my life.
“Hold onto the headboard.”
She curls her fingers around the wood, breath catching as I rise behind her.
The curve of her back is perfection, the plug nestled snug between her cheeks, her pussy soaked.
I line myself up, one hand steadying her hip while the other wraps around my cock, then slide in with one deep, slow thrust.
Her moan is long and desperate. “Mason—”
“God,fuck.” My voice cracks. “You feel—shit—you feel unreal.”
She pushes back against me, greedy and frantic. “Harder.”
“Yeah?” I thrust again, deeper this time, feeling the pressure of the plug against my cock. “You want it harder, baby?”
“Don’t make me beg,” she pants.
“Oh, I love it when you beg.”
I pull back and drive into her again and again, the angle insane with the plug still inside her. She clenches so tight around me I can barely move, but I do.
I keep moving, keep thrusting into her like I’ve waited my whole damn life for this.
“Fuck you're so wet,” I growl. “You love being full like this, don’t you Frankie? Can’t stop shaking for me.”
“’Cause you feel sogood.” Her breath hitches. “Fuck, I’m gonna come again.”
I reach around, letting my fingers find her clit. She whimpers as I stroke against the wetness, then slap it.
The wet smack echoes like a goddamn gunshot, loud and obscene in the quiet cabin. Her whole body jolts, but she doesn’t pull away, she presses into it.
“Oh my god,yes,” she chokes. “Keep going.”
My hand comes down again, a wet tap against her slick clit.
“Fuuuck, Mason,” she cries, knees buckling as she pushes her hips to meet each thrust. “Don’t stop, please, don’t—I’m gonna—”
I bite gently into her shoulder and keep slapping, sharp smacks between slow and brutal thrusts, every sound that leaves her mouth pure filth.
