Chapter 12

Mason

Keep this a secret, my ass. The only time I keep secrets is when I’m in the throes of a major deal and I don’t want anything fucking up my carefully chosen negotiations. Leah deserves to be shown off. Spoiled. Put on a pedestal and given the world.

Yeah, I just met her, but my intuition is never wrong. This woman is made for me. I just hope I’m also made for her.

She’s perfection. From her bunny whiskers to her yellow rubber gloves to her fancy black dress to her wretched Yankees t-shirt.

My only concern is that bringing Leah into my life will put a target on her back. Women will be spiteful and jealous. Men will get hungry and aggressive. Everyone is petty. They’ll find out what she does for a living and use it against her to make her feel small and worthless and treat her like she has no business in our world.

I’m going to do everything in my power to prevent that from happening.

So yeah, I’ll keep parts of her a secret until she lets me shout from the rooftops what she does and how proud I am of her for doing it. Fuck anyone who makes her feel less than. I’ll knock their goddamn teeth out.

Keeping all this to myself— for now —I focus back on my girl. Her lips are red and swollen from how hard I kissed her. She’s drawn a line between us by calling me X instead of Mason, too.

The name switch immediately flips the script—putting her in the control seat while I do her bidding. If she wants to draw a line between fantasy and reality, I’ll indulge her for now.

Bending down, I kiss her gently. Little pecks at first. She nips my bottom lip, spurring me to go harder. As I bury my hands in her hair, the air between us seems to crackle and zip. My heart thumps hard in my chest and my body burns for her.

She’s not a toy to play with. She’s a deity to worship.

Dropping to my knees, I spread her thighs while she leans back, resting her elbows on the counter. My girl looks down at me and I wonder if she’s drawn this line because she’s trying to protect me or herself. There are a million things I don’t know about Leah, but we’ll get there.

I’m at her mercy. Whatever she’s willing to give me—her time, her body, her heart—fuck, I’ll take even the breadcrumbs of her lust, if that’s all she’s willing to risk. Eventually she’ll see I’m more than an empty condo, flashy car, and baseball fanatic.

She’ll learn I’m a man who’s starved his whole life. Dining off silver plates, gorging on gourmet meals that do nothing to satiate the ever-growing hunger inside me. I’ve spent my life masking. Playing a role in my family’s games.

I took a risk with Leah and gave her the real me. The man who enjoys simple things. The animal who loves to fuck a woman as much as he loves to spoil her. The guy who’s love for baseball runs deep because my grandfather would take me to games and let me be a kid instead of a photo prop. I’m the one willing to blow off an important business meeting this afternoon just so I could sit in the parking lot to wait for her, even after she kicked me out and told me to leave.

“You look damn good in my clothes, Princess.” I run my hands up her legs.

Leah lifts her shirt off and tosses it onto the stool next to her. Then she shimmies out of the shorts and kicks her foot, sending them flying over my head. “How do I look now?”

“Good enough to eat.”

Fuck that pizza.

Her smile makes my dick throb. “Well, I’d be a terrible person if I let you go hungry.” Perched on the stool, she places her feet on my shoulders and lets her knees drop wide, exposing her pussy to me.

“I think you’ll find me to be a very…” I lick her slit. “ Very ...” I lick her again. “Starved man, Leah.” Latching on, I suck her clit for a few seconds before sliding a finger inside her. Her pussy clamps down on me immediately. God damn, her grip is going to feel incredible around my cock later.

Leah sighs as she leans back, enjoying my attention.

As she should.

I already know she likes her g-spot hit, but how about more clit work? Learning her body—and all the ways I can make her come—is quickly becoming my new favorite thing.

“You look so fucking hot like this, X.”

My gaze lifts to hers and I obscenely flick my tongue against her cunt. “Give me your phone.” Holding one hand out, I use the other to keep finger-fucking her.

She drops her cell into my hand without asking what I want it for. The screen’s unlocked too.

Pulling up her camera, I make a video of me eating her sweet, swollen, needy little pussy until she’s writhing.

“That’s a good girl,” I growl against her clit. “Give X your cum. I’m starving for it, Princess.” Holding the phone below us, I get a great angle of my long tongue flicking her clit while my finger thrusts in and out of her harder, faster. “Let me taste you while you melt on my tongue.”

Her body tenses, but it’s still a few minutes before she explodes.

When she does, her heels dig into my shoulders, and I have to choose between holding her balanced or capturing it all on camera. I drop the cell without hesitation and let her ride my hand while I hold her steady. Her cries fill my ears, making blood rush to my dick. I hit her g-spot over and over until she’s finished. Then I dive in and lick all of her cum out, gathering it on my tongue. Still on my knees, I show her the arousal I’ve collected and then swallow it.

“Holy hell.” She lowers her sweet ass back onto the stool and I grab her cell again, pointing the camera at my face and suck my coated finger into my mouth. Then I wink at the camera and hit the stop button before tossing her phone onto the counter. I give Leah zero warning before lifting her into my arms and carrying her into my bedroom.

I had the appetizer, now I want the full course.

“I’m going to fuck you into next week, woman.”

“I have too many plans between now and then,” she teases.

“Cancel them.” I drop Leah onto the bed and crawl on top of her. “I’m telling you right now, if you can walk out of my room after I’m done with you, I’m going to hang my head in shame for life.”

Leah’s laugh is the best sound in the world.

Kneeling between her legs, I reach behind me and pull my shirt off, tossing it on the floor. Leah makes quick work of taking my shorts off me. “I love your ass, X.”

I shudder when she scrapes her nails down my back. Then she slaps my ass, hard, and I groan with pleasure.

Kissing her neck, I rub the tip of my dick against her wet pussy.

“Condom,” she says quickly.

I wasn’t going to push in, but she’s right to give me the reminder. I have a feeling I could lose my senses with this woman too easily. I grab one from my nightstand and pause.

Shit, how old are these?

Squinting in the dark room, I can barely make out the date on the package and fear the break in our action is enough to snuff the spark.

“Sorry.” I rip the package with my teeth and pull the rubber out. “Just wanted to double check.”

“We good?”

“Yeah.”

“I have an IUD too.”

Good to know . The conversation ends and we’re back to feverish kisses and tangled limbs. I swear she matches my energy in every way. No matter how hard I go, she’s meets it with equal enthusiasm.

Which means my first thrust inside her has us both gasping.

“You’re so tight.” And she’s so wet, my dick is coated.

Leah looks down between our bodies to watch me pull out halfway before slamming back in. “That’s hot.”

Fuck yeah, it is.

My abs flex as I lift her bottom half and fuck her a little harder. She loses breath every time I bottom out. Switching positions, I flip her over so she’s facing my dresser mirror. “Watch how well you take me.”

I fuck her harder and faster. Bet this would be even better with a real audience, but I like having her all to myself tonight.

Kneeling behind her, I clutch her throat with one hand and press her against my chest. Then I angle my dick against her slick cunt and shove back inside her. Leah’s tits bounce with every thrust I make. We’re the perfect height for each other and the view of us in the mirror together is nothing short of show-stopping.

“You look so good getting fucked by me, Princess.” I drive into her harder, savoring all the sounds she makes. “I’m gonna use this pussy until you beg me to stop.”

Leah’s throaty chuckle sends goosebumps down my arms. “I don’t beg, X.”

“We’ll see about that.” I push her down and grab her hair, winding it around my palm before tugging it. My thrusts deepen, but I go slowly—feeding her each inch of my cock, a little at a time. Then I retreat just as slowly and repeat. “Rub your clit for me.”

Leah reaches between her legs...

And tugs my balls instead.

“Fuck, yeah.” My toes curl immediately.

“You want to come, X? You want to pump your load inside me?”

My heart slams into my ribs. “Yeah.”

“Too bad. You’re not allowed to come until I say so.”

This wicked woman rocks back and starts fucking me while I hold on to her hair and my fraying control. Her sweet ass bounces against my groin while our bodies slap together. “That’s it, Princess. Ride my cock.” Her cheeks clap as she rocks back and forth harder and harder. “Come all over me. I want my balls to drip with it.”

Leah squeaks as she reaches between her legs and starts rubbing her clit. Our breaths come out in short punches. She gets wetter and wetter. Sweat drips down my spine and I slap her ass twice, leaving a bright red handprint on each cheek. “I want to come all over this perfect ass.”

“Not yet,” she grunts.

Leah snaps her head up and stares at me through the mirror. She looks frantic and flushed and desperate for release. Her mouth drops, but no sound comes out at first. Then. She. Detonates. With my name flying out of her mouth in a chest rattling scream, her body practically melts under me as her inner walls clamp down, milking my cock while her orgasm tears through her.

“That’s my good girl.”

Spreading her ass cheeks, I gather saliva on my tongue and let it drip right onto her puckered hole before I leisurely run my thumb in circles around the tight band of muscle.

“Oh my god,” she groans.

One orgasm isn’t enough. I want her to come until she can’t move for a month.

“You want this hole filled?” I press my thumb against it, making her breath hitch.

Instead of answering me, Leah has another orgasm. “Oh, my god .”

Climbing on top of her, I force Leah flat on her belly. “Raise your hips.” She pops her ass up enough for me to slide back into the most magical place on earth and I deepen each thrust, deliberately drawing out her third orgasm while she screams beneath me.

My release is getting harder to deny. “You feel so good, Princess.” She makes a bunch of incoherent noises, but her body turns languid beneath me.

“Come,” she demands.

Cute. But I’m not about to take orders.

“I’m nowhere near finished with you, Leah.” I lick the padded flesh between her neck and shoulder, relishing how her pussy squeezes my dick when I do. I swear she gets wetter. “You’re not finished coming yet.”

“I can’t…” she squeaks. “I can’t come anymore.”

“Yes, you can.” I roll her over and slide down her body, leaving a trail of hot kisses on her sweet skin. Licking her wet folds, I love how puffed out her pussy is.

“Please,” she whispers.

Is Leah finally begging? “Please what?”

“I…” She arches her back, groaning when I suck on her swollen clit. Shoving her hands in my hair, Leah holds me in place while I eat her sweet cunt like dessert. She comes so hard, she squirts.

“Oh my god!” Her thighs shake as this next release takes her by storm.

I coat most of my face in her lust and ignore my throbbing dick. It’s too much fun giving her all this pleasure for me to worry about myself.

“Stop!” she cries out.

I pull away immediately.

Leah’s eyes are huge, her cheeks flushed. “Oh my god, Mason! I just…” She gawks at me with terror and embarrassment. “I just…”

“Gave me the biggest compliment ever?” I stick my long tongue out, licking the arousal off the tip of my nose. “Fuck right you did.” Hooking my arms under her thighs, I drag her closer to me. “Do it again, Princess.” I drive my cock into her pussy once more and rub her clit with the pad of my thumb. “Hold on to the headboard if you think that’ll help.”

Leah’s hands fly up and she clutches the spokes of my headboard.

“That’s my good girl.”