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So I picked up the pace, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. She let out a desperatemmmmm, and my cock sprang to attention like a fucking Jack-in-the-box.
A beautiful rose hue crept up Mason’s chest, turning her a delectable shade of pink. Just as I thought she’d come from the ice, the cold faded. I hadn’t even noticed how numb my fingers had gotten, but I could barely feel the heat of her cunt.
She pulsed against me—like her needy little body was begging for release.
And who was I to deny her, when she looked so fucking pretty coming undone?
I yanked my hand out of her pants and kissed her like a starving man searching for food between her lips. Together, we slid down the fridge onto the floor. I positioned her on her back and yanked off her shorts the second I had the chance.
Black stubble surrounded her petal-pink lips, which glistened with arousal and melted ice. I lazily rubbed between her folds, coating myself in her essence as she jerked at the sensation.
I loved seeing her like this—my sweet, put-together, mild-mannered Masie, writhing on the floor like a wild animal desperate for her fix. I brought my fingers to my lips and noisily sucked the taste of her off.
“My wife,” I growled, thick with possessiveness. “You are perfect.”
She smiled and extended a hand, beckoning me closer.
Without hesitation, I unbuckled my belt and shoved my jeans down. The metal clanked against the floor as I positioned myself over her, cock aching to be inside.
I wasn’t gentle. Not like I should have been.
I plunged every inch of me into her on the first thrust. The feel of her wet heat wrapping around me like a vice wasalmostenough to make me come.
I pistoned in and out of her with enough force to make her tits shake. Mason gasped and moaned, her hands anchoring to my biceps, nails bit into my flesh. Hopefully, rosy crescents would bloom after our escapades. I certainly wouldn’t complain. I’d wear every mark she gave me like armor.
Her moans grew frantic, her hips arching. I went faster, wrapping a hand around her throat and squeezing lightly. Mason froze, breathing sharp and shallow, then came hard.
As much as I wanted to fill her and watch it drip out—maybe rub it into her skin—I didn’t.
I wouldn’t give heranyreason to remember that fucking pill.
So I pulled out and stroked myself twice.
Cum spilled from me in thick, pearly ribbons, coating her stomach and the rolled-up tank top I hadn’t bothered to take off.
Her skin was slick with sweat as she looked down and groaned.
“Really?” she whined.
I chuckled and kissed her cheek.
“Go shower,mi vida.While you get clean, I’ll make your noodles.”
She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue, forcing herself up on shaky legs. I wasn’t faring much better. I used the counter to steady myself as I redid my pants.
The second the shower started in the distance, I let myself relax.
But still, in the back of my mind, a quiet fear lingered.
What if she remembered the pill? Or worse—what if she realized exactly what I’d done?
I couldn’t focus on that.
I could only hope Mason’s girlfriend would keep her distracted long enough to forget.
Chapter 5
Mason
