Mason grabs my wrist before I can join my friends and pulls me up the stairs, his grip allowing no room for detours. He escorts me to his room, which sits at the end of a long,narrow, haunting hallway with uneven floorboards, a symbol of its age.
The door opens to a large master bedroom, its windows staring out into the wide, beautiful landscape shimmering in the night. A stone fireplace sits in the center of the room, which has a single recliner in front of it. There are gym weights set in one corner, a desk, a wardrobe next to the ensuite, and a very large bed.
“That’s a big bed.” I point to black silk sheets.
“It’s king-sized.” He smirks.
“Ah.” I bite my lip. “I dread to think how many queens have been in this bed.”
“One.” I squeal as he lifts me and drops us onto the mattress, me perched on top of him. “And she’s about to do some queening.”
My heart thumps, my thighs already clenching for him on cue. Though I’m not familiar with all the terms he keeps throwing at me.
“What’s that?” I ask, a little nervous.
“It’s when a queen rides her king’s face.” He grins as my jaw slow drops.
Without warning, he reaches under my skirt and rips off my panties. Another pair, gone. I’m about to scold him when he pulls me onto his face so hard, I buckle forward, grabbing the oak headboard for balance.
“Mase…” I begin, but my words desert me when his hot tongue licks the length of my opening.
“Eyes on me,” he says against my pussy lips.
My eyes fly to his bright ones. He holds my gaze as he wraps his lips around my clit, then sucks on it.
“Fuck,”I moan, completely unprepared for the sharp pleasure that ripples through me. My back arches, pressing into him for more.
With a tight grip on my hips, he starts moving me incircular motions, while he dives inside me and eats me out, turning me feverish. Over the last few weeks, he’s fucked me every which way. I’m used to his fingers, his thick cock in my pussy and my mouth, so many positions, but having his head between my legs is a sensation I can’t even name. But it’s one that makes my fingers creep into his hair, grip them tight, and start rocking my hips until I’m riding his face shamelessly, desperately, helplessly.
His eyes deepen, watching me, as I rub myself all over his mouth and stubble.
“God! It’s too much, Mason,” I croak. But that just makes him go harder. He thrusts his tongue inside me, then fucks me with it, thrusting it in and out. Like a hungry lion, he digs deeper and deeper, forcing me to smother him.
The pleasure pooling between my legs is so intense, a wave starts building inside me, hotter than ever, threatening to make me black out. But I can’t come. Not until he says. Even with me on top, he still owns me. His eyes smile as he enjoys my restraint, waiting for me to beg.
“Please…” I moan, one hand gripping the wood, the other digging into his skull.
He shakes his head and continues to suck, bite, lick, and fuck me with his tongue, while I dance at my peak, holding back my orgasm with every ounce of my will. Usually, I can. The restraint, the wait, it makes the fall even sweeter. But what this beautiful monster is doing to me with his lips right now….
“Mason, I can’t… ple?—”
He curls his tongue inside me, in a “come” gesture.
“Fuck!” I fall apart, flooding his mouth with my arousal. My head hits the headboard, kissing the wood, and leaving a long trail of saliva that runs down to the mattress.
But even as I crumble, he doesn’t let me go. His gaze holds mine as he takes his time licking me dry. Only when he has hadhis fill of me, he kisses my satisfied pussy and tugs me onto the bed.
I land flat on my back, holding my chest and breathing in harshly, like I just finished a workout.
“What are you doing to me?” I hyperventilate.
In an instant, Mason is on top of me, caging me in, already unzipping his pants and kicking them off, then his boxers. I know he isn’t done with me. He’s never done with me.
“Just building up your resilience, princess.” He leans in, spits on my neck, and scrubs the foundation off my skin.
“Don’t hide my marks,” he barks. “You belong to me.”
“No way. I’m not walking around wearing a necklace of your reds on my neck. I have gone through almost a whole bottle of concealer to hide these.”
