Authors: Lolah Lace
I
felt like someone was beating my pussy with a wooden paddle. The throb was so intense and he hadn’t even touched me yet.
Mason’s glare was
powerful. He could make your insides melt. He made my insides melt. I rubbed my hand over my belly and took one step in his direction. I took another step and his mouth fell open.
“Will this make you feel better?” I started rubbing my pussy with the palm of my hand.
“Yes.” He licked his lips and I felt a wave of moisture leak from my pussy and saturate the crotch of my thong.
I had made it across the room to Mason. I reached out and touched his chest. His muscles were so hard and firm. I reached down to the rim of his t-shirt and pulled it up slowly. My knuckles gently grazed the ripples in his abs and brushed his pecs. I pulled the tee over his head and placed it on the bed. I unfastened my bra from the front and let my breast
hang free. I tossed the bra and stared up at Mason. He looked down on me.
“Mason
, please tell me what you need.” I so badly wanted to help him.
“I need you.” He groaned.
“You have me. I’m here.”
“I need you to love me.”
“I always have. I always will. Listen, I love you, forever.” I placed my hands around his waist and leaned my breasts into his bare skin. His skin was so warm and feverish. He was burning up. I was melting just like the wicked witch of the West. “Kiss me.” I begged.
Mason bent to reach my lips. I went up on my toes trying to
get to his lips a second sooner. I watched as he closed his eyes. I felt the power of his arms as he wrapped them around me and lifted me up to reach him.
Our bodies where pressed tightly together and my feet were dangling above the carpet. I could feel h
is erection press into my thigh. I closed my eyes as his tongue invaded my mouth and caressed my tongue. His beard rubbed against my face and felt rough and harsh and oh so sexy.
He was stealing my breath and choking me with h
is kisses. I wanted Mason. I missed him. I wanted him to fill all my holes. I was wet enough to take him anywhere he wanted to stick me. His long strong kisses always made me anxious. I was impatient. I always wanted him to be inside me. Nothing had changed. No matter how good he was at foreplay, oral and everything in between. I ultimately wanted him to invade me with his big beautiful dick. It is oh so big and thick and always will be my favorite part of his body.
Wow! I was lost. Mason spun me around and pushed me face first onto the bed. I scouted up so my legs wouldn’
t dangle off the side of the bed. I just laid there with my eyes closed. I heard Mason’s gym shorts as they fell to the carpet.
My heart was beating fast as I tried to lay still. I felt the bed dip down as Mason climbed on it. I could feel him hovering over me. He had straddled my body but had not lowered to touch me.
He gently pushed my hair over to the side exposing my neck and back. His fingers touched the skin of my back and I shivered.
Mason
started rubbing my back with his rough hands. First up and down, then out in the form of two ‘J’s’ or one ‘W’. I reluctantly held in my moans. The heaviness of his magical hands are enough to send me over the edge. Mason’s hands are so sensual, so relaxing, and so mind-blowingly orgasmic.
Mason rubbed me down to my thong. He grabbed both of my ass cheeks with both his hands and twisted them in rough round circles. God! Under my closed eyelids my eye
balls rolled back into my head. I was a freshly baked Duncan Hines cake. Moist!
I breathed in
and released an, “Ohhhhhhhh!!!” I breathed out and then there was an, “Ahhhhhhh!!!” To balance that shit out.
Mason tucked his fingers in the sides of my thong and pulled the thong down over
my ass and down my legs until it was off me completely. Mason grabbed my ass cheeks again and pushed them together and then apart. I was so wet that I could hear the clapping sloshing sound of my juices. This made me hot for penetration and amused Mason because he kept clapping my ass cheeks together.
He stopped and lowered himself down. I felt the tip of his dick brush my ass and I wanted him so bad. Fuck this torture! Fuck me! “Mason, please.” I was begging but I didn’t care.
“Huh.” He lowered his body onto mine.
I opened my eyes to his face beside mine. He had my yellow
thong hanging out his mouth. He is so fuckin’ nasty. He spit my thong out and it landed beside my face. I could smell my zesty scent on it.
Mason bent down to lick my back. He drifted back over to my shoulder and landed on my lips. From the side of my face he stuck his tongue in my mouth and kissed me deeply.
I wanted him right now. “Mason, please.” I pleaded.
“Please, what?” Mason whispered in my ear.
“Mason, please, please, fuck me.” I could barely get the words to fall from my lips.
“Why should I? You got somebody else filling up your pussy.” Well damn! I didn’t expect that. “Tell me you’re sorry.”
Was he serious? He backed up from my face. I guess he’s serious. Ouch! That’s when I felt the sting of his hand. This bastard just hit me on the ass. I was too startled to yell out.
“Oh I guess that didn’t hurt enough.” He said and then spanked me again. This time harder than before.
“Aghhh!!!” Fuck! That stings. My pussy gushed from fear or excitement, maybe both.
“Tell me you’re sorry.” He calmly stated.
“Mason, I’m sorry.” I was holding back a tear. That wasn’t a love tap. I was seriously being reprimanded. I was in trouble. I’m a good girl gone bad. Mason was a rude boy in disturbia.
“I don’t believe you’re sorry.”
He growled.
I don’t know what demon possessed me to say, “I’m not sorry! Fuck you!” Oh Shit! Mason hit my ass
so hard he slapped the taste out my mouth. He grabbed my ass and hoisted me up on my knees in one quick motion. He rammed his dick inside me so hard he knocked me about three feet forward. I was staring at the headboard.
He
pulled all the way out and rammed his dick in me again. I stuck my hands out in front of me to stop my head from crashing into the headboard.
He was in and out of me so fast, so hard, pounding my pussy like he was beating the shit out of
his sworn enemy. I realized all the noise was me screaming. I was pushing back trying to stop from getting a concussion. If my face hit this headboard I would be knocked out. He was knocking down my tender kitty walls with his magic stick. My legs were shaking. I would’ve collapsed but he was holding me up. He was grunting like a wild ferocious animal. A fierce orgasm rocked my body and I wanted to breakdown and crumple but he wasn’t finished with me. He was just getting started.
Mason was moving t
oo quick, thrusting much too fast and hard for me to throw my pussy on him and make him come. I couldn’t even squeeze him with my pussy muscles. He was in a zone. His was turned up. He was grunting and fucking the shit out of me. Damn! I was hot again. Just that quick I was building to another orgasm. He was on fire and he had just thrown gasoline on me.
“Oh Mason!!!! Ma-son!!! Ma-sonnnnnn!!!” I was humming this man’s name.
His balls were bouncing on my clit and fucking my thought process up. My arms were getting even more shaky. I was going to bang my head into this headboard and be knocked unconscious.
Wait
, hold on! You got this! You can take this dick. He misses this pussy! Get it in baby! Bang it out! Wet it up! This is your pussy! “Oh Mason, fuck me!!!”
Without warning he pulled out and flipped me over. He rammed his dick deep inside me before I could even blink my eyes. I could yell out
. So that’s what I did. “Ohhhhhhhhhh!!! He was plunging deep inside me and staring down at me. His vodka scented sweat was pouring from his body and dripping all over me. I didn’t mind. I wanted to come hard just like before.
“You’re not sorry?” He was staring into my
eyes but it seemed like my soul. While he was inside me the veins in his neck were on full display. If I could reach his veins I would lick them.
I’m so sorry. I still love this fool. That is so evident. I can’t even hide it anymore. “Mason, I’m sorry. I love you. Oh god I love you?”
“Don’t ever stay away from me that long again. You hear me?” He said through gritted teeth.
“Yes I hear you. Ahhhhhhh!!!” Shit, he hit a creamy spot in my pussy while I was talking.
“Just because…I love you…doesn’t mean…I won’t…hurt you.” His words were broken up in between thrusts.
Did he mean hurt me with his dick or did he mean something else? Hope he meant dick. Please
hurt me with your dick.
Mason pressed his dick deeper in my pussy and twisted his h
ips in circles and on the fifth circle we both came hard. I felt his cum squirting out filling me and warming insides. My body was dead. He had killed me with his dick. I collapsed and was buried under the weight of his love for me.
CHAPTER 3
Damn! I had dozed off. How long had I been sleeping? I was laid up next to Mason. He was wide awake staring at me with his icy blue eyes. His head was cradled in a pillow. The panic was about to set in. I was naked and I didn’t know what to do next.
“You have only been out for forty minutes.” Mason’s words only s
lightly relaxed me. “It’s eleven twenty-two.”
“Thanks.” I said as I sat up in bed. My butt was sore. My vagina was aching and throbbing. I hope I can walk to my car.
I quietly searched for my clothes as Mason watched me. Piece by piece I found an item of clothing and slipped it on my body. All that was left was my boots. I sat on the edge of the bed.
“Kari, I need to see you again.”
I rested my
knee on the bed as I turned toward him. “That’s hard. It was hard for me to get here. I had to lie. I had to have my friend lie for me.”
“Toya?”
“Yes.”
He
sneered. “She hates me.”
“She’s
not your biggest fan.” Yeah, Toya hates Mason. He’s a hard pill to swallow. Trouble is I love swallowing pills. Soon as I leave here I’m taking some Aleve for my sore ass.
“I need to have a real conversation with you when I’m not totally wasted.”
“When?” Seeing Mason again is a really bad idea.
“As soon as you can get away.”
“I don’t know when that will be.” I didn’t know.
“Don’t make me wait to long.” Mason had his eyes
hard-lined on me. I think Mason was threatening me. He has some nerve. I love his nerve.
Is this a challenge?
I stood and slipped my feet into my leather boots. I decided to get flip at the mouth. “I can make you wait as long as I want.” I rolled my eyes at this beautiful calm man. He is so controlling but he can’t control me.
He sat up in the bed.
“You could make me wait but I could peep your card. Then what? Yes sweetheart I pulled that right out of your ghetto handbook.”
Yes indeed
he was threatening me. I’m not sure if I should get mad or get turned on. I couldn’t think of anything to say.
Mason leaned in.
“Like I said, I’m wasted. I may put my foot in my mouth, say something to piss you off. I don’t want to piss you off. I love you. So you shouldn’t make me wait.”
He loves me. I love the way he says it like
it’s not a big deal. He has a way with his words. He makes me want to beat his ass and ride his dick all at the same time. “I won’t make you wait. I have to go.”
“I know.”
He fell back into the bed.
“Would you sleep all the alcohol off, please?” I climbed ont
o the bed. He watched me with his eyes. I was on all fours looking down on him. His face was bright red. The booze was making his pigmentation extremely bright. He almost looked like he was sunburn.
“Yes, I will be sober the next time you see me.”
“Mason please don’t crumble. You are the strongest man I know.”
“I will be okay as long as I have you on my team. Kari, are you on my team?”
“Yes,
Coach Rizza, always.” He knows how to pull at my heart. He knows how to warm it when it’s cold. He knows how to keep me holding onto him. I never really wanted to let go. “I have to go. Kiss me.”
Mason closed his eyes first. I bent
closer over his body and leaned down to kiss him. His lips were hot and moist. He opened his mouth as I pressed my tongue pass his lips and against his tongue.
I pulled away and lingered above his face. It was like when we would just stare into each other’s eyes, never too shy or bashful to look away. We could fall asleep staring
, blinking until one of us couldn’t stay awake. I can’t look at Jack like I look at Mason.
“You are so beautiful.” He inhaled my scent.
“Mason.” Oh lord, he is too much. He got me smiling and shit.
“You smell like me.”
“Yes, now we both smell like we bathed in a tub of vodka. I have to go.” I think I said that same phrase about three thousand times in the last few minutes. I gave Mason one last peck on the lips and I crawled off the bed. I wanted to tell him to get up and lock the front door but I was not the nagging type.