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“Mason!”I cried, grabbing hold of the sheets.
“That’s it, baby.Fuck, that’s pretty.”He watched himself feeding his cock into my dripping pussy again, slowly, giving me a little at a time until his balls were pressed into my ass cheeks.Then he pulled out and slammed in hard.Slow and easy, followed by a hard thrust that caused the world to go dim around the edges, it felt so good.Gentle followed by savage, the pattern drove me higher and higher, building another orgasm that made my breath come in sharp little gasps.
“Look at me,” he commanded, dropping down so that he was holding himself over me with one arm, the other cupping the side of my face so I had to meet his gaze.“I want to see you when you come on my cock, Sutton.Gods, you’re so beautiful.I need to see it, baby.Let me have it.”
“Mason.”It hit me in waves, the brightness of his eyes, the feel of his cock inside me.His ragged breathing, the feel of him swelling deep within me.And then my orgasm finally took full control.I felt the muscles contract deep in my abdomen, fluttering down and around his cock, a gush of release flooding out of me when my pussy locked down on him so hard, he roared at the pleasure-pain.
“Baby,” he rasped, his own release hitting him and leaving his body trembling.“I love you so fucking much, Sutton.”
Sutton
I’d been dreadinggraduation all year, long before Mom even found out she was sick.The thought of walking across a stage, shaking hands, and accepting my diploma was daunting enough.It was the fact that I would be doing it in front of my father and his family, but not a single one of them would be there for me.They were only there for Maya.
All my life, I’d told myself I didn’t care what Wade did or didn’t do.I had no desire to have him be a part of my life.That wasn’t a lie I’d been feeding myself—that much I knew for a fact.Being honest with myself on that aspect didn’t mean I wasn’t hurt that he didn’t want anything to do with me.
Mason escorted me to where I was supposed to walk out with the rest of my class.My name was almost at the end of the list, with Maya being closer to the middle.There were nearly a hundred other students between us as we waited for the headmaster to welcome us out.Maya turned to speak to the person behind her in line and purposely caught my gaze.Her smirk was more of the mean sneer that I’d seen plenty of over the past four years.
I ignored her and that lingering twinge of pain from missing my mom.She would have been so proud of me.
It was that thought firmly in my mind that had me straightening my shoulders and walking out with my head held high as we were finally introduced.For the next hour, I sat patiently through the commencement.At one point, I thought the headmaster would never finish his speech, but then the valedictorian stepped up.I only half listened, fighting the urge to turn around to find Mason and his parents in the audience.Having them there was enough.It was more than I’d imagined having after losing Mom.
Smiling to myself, I imagined how close she and Harper would have been if they’d ever met.Once again, I was reminded that my mother was my guardian angel.She’d sent me not only Mason, but Harper too.I swallowed the lump that tried to fill my throat, sending my mother a thankful prayer for watching over me.
Once speeches were over, it was time to receive our diplomas.I stood off to the side, waiting for my turn to walk across the stage.Maya’s name was called, and I heard her mother’s happy shout, Wade’s deeper voice as he yelled, “That’s my girl!”My eyes began to burn, but I blinked back the tears.I would not shed a single one for a man who was insignificant to me.
All too soon, it was my turn.I flexed my fingers, forcing a smile when the student in front of me stepped forward once her name was called.Almost over.Deep breath.Big smile…
“Sutton Rose Russell,” the headmaster spoke clearly into the microphone.
I’d barely taken a step when there was a roar in the crowd.
“Sutton!”
“That’s our girl!”
“Woo-hoo, Sutton!”
There were too many voices for me to identify.It was more than just Mason, Harper, and Shane.It sounded like…
Dallas.Violet.Shaw.Heavenleigh.Bliss.Piper.Hayat.
My head snapped in their direction, but I saw more than just them.People on either side of them.Three full rows, right up front, where the board members and biggest donors were usually seated.Tears blurred my vision as I walked on legs that trembled.I did the handshake, tassel switch, and took the certificate.All while continuing to glance at my friends.
Harper caught my gaze and blew me a kiss, her and Dallas screaming my name again.By the time I made it to the other side of the stage, I was almost sobbing.They’d come.For me.
I didn’t know how that was even possible.There was normally a strict limit for each family, and every guest had to RSVP months in advance.I’d thought it was a small miracle that Mason and his parents had been able to attend at the last minute.As soon as I was off the stage, the crowd went quiet again, and the next name was announced.
Still struggling to keep hold of my emotions, I made it to my seat.Somehow without tripping or bumping into anyone.From where I was sitting, I couldn’t see the crowd unless I turned around.It was rude, but I did it anyway.Noticing that I was looking their way, Heavenleigh and Bliss waved.
A week ago, I had no one.No family.No friends.No Mason.Now, I had it all, especially Mason.
Once the last student retook their seat, the headmaster lifted his hand to call for quiet.“As we all know, our annual talent show was last week.Each year, Harper Stevenson graciously promotes the first-, second-, and third-place winners.Thanks to her, our program has grown exponentially.It is with her help that our school continues to have one of the country’s top fine art programs.”
Applause echoed around the auditorium.
“This year, we encountered a very dramatic situation that not only highlighted our filming department, but also opened the door to expand on our competition policies.”He paused and cleared his throat, and I noticed his ears turning bright red.“Moving forward, we will ensure that every contestant is, above all else, safe and seen while on our stage.”
I crouched a little lower in my seat, realizing he was referring to my accident.It wasn’t his fault.Maya had tripped me, and I’d been too in my own head to see it and overcorrected, which was why I’d fallen.No one, not even Maya, could have imagined it would end the way it did.Although, I was sure she hadn’t been the least bit sad.
