Chapter 5

Five

Allison

I wake to find myself alone in a strange room. Embers glow from the hearth across the room and I immediately smell the masculine scent of Mason surrounding me. I take a moment and let the comfort of that truth settle over me and I pull the blankets to my nose and inhale.

Mason must have carried me here so I could sleep. Snow glides against the windowpanes and I'm tempted to let the night drift by like a fantastic dream in the comfort of his bed, but I can't get the thought of him out of my head all alone somewhere in this big mansion with no one to love him. Maybe cold. Flickering light from the fire illuminates the massive room that swallows the small room my uncle allotted me in his home.

Again, like some dream I take in everything.

But I know this isn't a dream. I push aside the blankets and the delicate tissue between my legs is pleasantly sore. I can't help but smile. My body aches in ways it never ached before and I'm starting to think I'm partially insane listening to the ideas in my head to search him out and find out what a real man feels like between my legs. I feel like I'm playing with fire, but with Mason, I know I won't get burned. Or maybe I will and I'll like it too much.

On the foot of the bed I find an oversized cotton robe and pull the dark blue material over my sensitive skin and tie the sash snuggly around my waist. It smells like him and I'm suddenly hit with a need to find him. To wrap my body around him and tell him what I think of his last words to me.

I step out of the bedroom and find myself a level above the library. Light pours from the door I recognize just below and I soundlessly make my way down the ample curved stairs, marble cold against my feet.

Shivers run through my body as I push the door open a bit and lock it behind me once I'm inside. My heart hammers against my chest when I see him sitting in front of the fire. I still when I hear masculine groans come from his direction.

"Oh, fuck, angel."

Mason's deep voice catches me off guard and my heart takes the sudden jolt of surprise as its cue to hit overdrive.

"Take all my cock, baby."

He's dirty talking? But with whom? Have I interrupted him with someone else? Fear freezes me by the door, clutching the handle I just locked. I didn't notice any pictures in his office of another woman, but I could be wrong.

My face heats to boiling and I falter in my steps.

A deep and rough groan comes again and what it does to my body makes me question my sanity.

"Angel? I thought you would sleep through the night."

He must have heard my heavy breathing.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you. I woke up and got cold."

"Come here, sweetheart."

I place one foot in front of the other and round the couch to see his very hard, thick cock in his hand. He's jacking himself off and the erotic view is more than I can take. Heat instantly pools between my legs and my nipples hardened beneath his heavy robe.

He doesn't look shy or embarrassed about touching himself when I come to stand in front of him.

From base to tip his big hand keeps stroking the long, hard gorgeous length between his legs.

"I thought you were with someone," I say but I don't let on to the amount of relief I feel I didn't stumble into him having sex with another woman.

He pushes to his feet, his beautiful, heavy cock bouncing between us with a thick drop of cum on the tip.

I lick my lips and he looks on with a wicked expression that leaves nothing to the imagination. He wants me. Bad.

"Silly thoughts, angel." He purrs close to my ear as he pulls me against him. His hard cock pressing into me. "There's no one else but you." He pulls back to look me in the eyes.

To prove his point he wraps my hair around his hand and pulls my head back until my face is turned up to him. My lips part and he takes it as an open invitation for a taste.

The pulse between my legs has me loosening the sash on my robe to reach in and try to relieve some of the pressure.

"No, baby girl, that's for me to do." He takes my hand and pulls it away.

"Not this time, Mason. You've had enough fun, don't you think?" Before I can think about it I drop to my knees in front of him, letting my robe fall open. I open my mouth and wet my lips.

"But first, how could you think I would ever reject you? I remember your words to me right before I fell asleep."

He strokes a finger down my cheek. "I don't have the best record with women, sweetheart. They're usually out for something money can buy or think being arm candy is the highlight of their lives. That doesn't roll with me."

"What about your mom?"

"What about her? She walked out when I could barely fend for myself. Came home one day after school to find my dad on the porch. Note in hand. Apparently, she thought the football coach from the high school where she taught could give her a better life."

Now I understand. It all made sense now. In an effort to push both our dark memories aside and not have to deal with them, I smile up at him.

Through the opening of his pants I get the full view of the deep cut V in his hips from hours at the gym or maybe he was born that damn good looking. I don't know but the way my brain stops forming thoughts and instead goes from nice to naughty in zero to sixty leaves me speechless. I'm not experienced, not even in the slightest, but I have the internet and I know sexy when I see it and Mason Savage is the definition of a panty-melter.

Black dress slacks hang from his hips and his belt buckle jingles lightly with his movements. I see the wet marks I left behind on those thousand-dollar slacks and you know what, I can't say I'm sorry when I feel a burst of pride in marking the man like some lioness in heat.

"God, I don't have it in me to tell you no this time, sweetheart. Please forgive me."

My pussy clenches as he hooks his balls over the edge of his briefs and peels the zipper down the last half inch to give me full access to his cock.

"I'm not playing, Mason. And I'm not going anywhere. You have nothing to apologize for. I'm a big girl but more importantly I know what I want. I'm too tired to think of why I feel so safe with you or why I feel I belong at your side. For now, I'm going to trust my instincts and my heart for once. But I know for a fact I want you so you get that reserved look off your face right now. I'm not going anywhere. Now can we stop talking already? I'm hungry for a taste."

An arrogant, cocky grin forms on his face and I think I might just have unleashed a beast.

He grips his cock in his hand and points it to my mouth.

"Suck me, angel. Take my cock between those sweet lips and drink every drop of my cum down that pretty little throat of yours. When you're done, I'm going to fuck that virgin hole. You're not getting away from me this time."

Instantly my pussy clenches at his dirty words.

I take his hot, steely length in the palms of my hands and work him from base to tip, swirling my thumb through the cum that wets the tip. My own sex grows wetter and I can feel the juices dampen my inner thighs.

"You said I could take what I want. Well, Mason Savage, this is what I want."

"I hope you're ready for what you're asking for."

I don't answer. Only actions are needed here.

Cupping his balls in one hand, I hold his gaze as I guide his huge cock to my mouth, loving the feel of the silky steel and the weight of his sac in my hand.

I start slow and then increase my speed, marveling in the way his head is thrown back and loving every deep rumbling growl working its way from his chest. He takes my head in his hand and pumps his hips, thrusting his big cock into my mouth until the tip hits the back of my throat.

I swallow and it's like a spark ignites in him.

He quickens his pace, taking over, and I gladly let him show me how to pleasure him in every way.

Suddenly he pulls out of my mouth and hauls me from the floor. The robe falls silently from my shoulders, leaving me naked and exposed to his warm gaze.

"This seems a little one-sided," I say but he only smirks.

Cocky bastard knows he's a big tease.

With my robe abandoned on the carpet, I recline on the couch when he kneels over me, spreading my thighs wide with his huge, muscular body. He kisses me fiercely and I fall into his taste like it's the first time. I relish the way his heavy body feels pinning me down and lose myself a little bit more in his taste.

I no longer feel shy and love how he marvels over my body when he pulls away, lavishing my neck with kisses and bites hard enough to leave a mark. I love it and scratch at his back, anchor my legs around his waist. I use my heels to pull him closer, but he doesn't budge and I whimper.

"Cute, but when I'm ready, angel, and not a moment before," he teases and to prove his point he pulls back and runs his dick through my swollen lips to nudge my clit with the thick head of his cock.

He stops at my entrance and pushes enough to have just the tip of his head sink into me. It's not enough and I arch into his wicked taunting.

"So good," I purr and run my fingers down the deep ridges of his chest.

He moves his lips to my soft, pink nipples while swirling his cock around my aching clit.

I spread my legs so he can move closer and I whimper as he leans in and drags his full length through my juices, pinching my soft lips against the sides of his hard, massive cock.

I buck beneath him, growing wetter. So wet I feel my sticky honey dampen the leather of the couch beneath me.

"Mason, I need you," I beg hungrily.

"I know, angel. Cum for me. I want you ready for my big cock before I take you."

I watch as he nudges my clit again and again, and the same building heat I felt earlier tonight under his talented tongue returns, only hotter.

Drops of cum drip from the fat head and I swipe it up and lick my fingers clean.

I reach between my legs and cup his cock, holding it in place as he drives himself through my swollen, slick lips.

"God, you're so big, Mason."

A fine sheen of sweat coats his muscles and I can tell it's taking all his control to hold back from joining me on the edge. "Don't worry, angel, I'd never hurt you. But the first time, you have to know—" His voice is strained.

"I know, I know…" I can't hold back. He fucks my puffy lips harder, faster and I cry out from the torturous pleasure-pain that flashes through me like a lightning bolt. Shallow breaths tear from my lips as I pant. "I'm cumming, Mason, Ohhh…" I arch off the couch and shatter into a million pieces as my core explodes and a rush of heat releases to wet his hard cock.

He keeps pumping his hips but slowing to a lazy pace as I float back into my body after that ridiculously mind-blowing orgasm.

He stands and does away with his pants and underwear before coming back to me on the couch.

"When I take you, I'm not holding any of myself back, angel. I'm going to cum in that tight sheath as your body grips my cock and I'm going to give you every last drop. Then I'm going to do it again and again. I want to see it drip down that beautiful body and leave a trail of white cream to coat that tiny asshole of yours. And that's just the beginning. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Do I ever. Since he can't read my mind, I nod and try to control the grin on my face. "Mason, I want this. I want you. I don't know how else to show you or say it."

"You don't have to. I know you just met me, but it feels like I've known you for much, much longer."

I forget to breathe for a moment at the power of his words and the emotion I see in his dark eyes and I know he means every last syllable.

I fist his cock and guide him to my virgin hole and I hold my breath as he pushes until the fat head sinks into me.

My body shivers and quakes and I can feel my tightness relax around his sizable cock head.

This feels so wrong, but then again righter than anything that has ever happened in my life.

"Promise me you're going to do all those dirty things."

"And more. So much more. Now relax, breathe, sweet angel of mine. I'm going to fuck you until you scream my name."