“Ma-son,” I whimper against his skin, tears streaming down the sides of my face.
“Isn’t this what you begged for, princess? To be fucked.” he thrusts in, hard. “To be claimed,” he thrusts harder. “To be owned,” he pulls out to the tip and rams all the way in, makingmy teeth dig into his hand. “So now you’ll take my cock. Every fucking inch of it.”
A predatory growl rips from him as he starts fucking me with all his might, while I lie sprawled across the wooden plank like defeated prey, drowning in pain and pleasure in equal amounts. My monster is not watching me pressed against the glass anymore. It’s out, howling in delight, ravaging me piece by piece.
I was a walking fortress. He shouldn’t have been able to touch me. Yet here he is, breaking me down like a battering ram no one can stop.
Mason fucks me like a king determined to claim his territory—utterly, thoroughly, completely. Until he’s taken every single piece of me and I have nothing left to give.
And I want it. Him. Even when it hurts like hell, even when it feels like I might pass out, Iwanthim—every dark part of him. As hard as that is to admit to myself.
“You were made for me, princess,” he groans, his claiming hands wandering over my torso. “Feel your cunt strangling around my cock, begging to weep for me.”
He pauses for a moment, letting me feel myself clench around him, then looms over me, pulling the top of my dress down and twisting my nipple between his teeth, all the while hitting that sweet spot with his huge dick. My core ignites. I grab the edge of the desk that creaks beneath us as he fucks me faster. Every thrust burns. And yet, against the pain rippling in my core, he brings me to my peak. My toes curl as heat courses through my body and white stars dance behind my eyelids.
“Come little dove,” he whispers against my neck, then wraps his lips around my soft skin and sucks hard. Like every other time, my body obeys him without hesitation.
“Fuck,” I croak. My back arches as the wave hits me, and I fall apart around him, moaning his name.
“Good girl,” he coos, then rises, pulling me up with him,and hugging me to his chest. He tucks my head in the crook of his neck and holds it there while he fucks me.Will he ever stop?Tears stream down my face, and a streak of my saliva escapes my lips, trailing down his shirt before I can stop it.
“God, Mason, please.” I fist the cotton and lift my face to meet his eyes. “I can’t take it anymore.”
“But you are doing so well, little dove,” he grunts. “Look how well you are taking my cock.”
He tilts my face down, by his grip on my jaw, and makes me watch his blood-strained cock driving in and out of me. The sight makes me delirious. I moan and hide my face in his chest.
“I don’t know if I can stop, little dove,” he grunts, showing signs of restraint. Yet, he starts fucking me harder. The next thrust shoots through my core.
“Mason,” I cry into his neck, my tears drenching his clothes.
“Fuckkkk,” he grunts and floods inside me, his warmth filling me in.
For a moment, we breathe into each other. I hang from his shoulders while he rubs my waist. Then he lifts my face and crushes his lips to mine, devouring me, fucking my mouth with his tongue. A man after my very soul. When I’m starving for air, his lips pluck away from mine.
“You’ll be the death of me, Etheridge.” He lets out a dark chuckle.
“You’re one to talk, Grant.”
Mason grabs some tissues from the desk and cleans his cum, mixed with my blood, off my thighs. His eyes flick to me when I wince.
“That bad?”
“Like you care.” I shrug.
“You’re the one who was begging to be fucked.” He smiles.
“Is that how you fuck others, too?”
“Not even close.” He grins and pulls me closer. “But theydon’t drive me fucking insane. I have never fucked without a condom, either.”
“And you didn’t care to ask if I was on birth control?”
“You wouldn’t have begged me if you weren’t.”
I roll my eyes and glance down at his bloodstained hand. “You’ve got to treat that before we go out.”
He dabs his wound with a tissue, then picks something off the floor and ties it around his hand.
