Chapter 16 The Real Thing #2
Mason keeps still, letting me adjust, going slow, until just like that, my body relaxes and gets used to the stretch. I give a long, shaky moan as he pushes further, fingers tugging at my choker, forcing my head back.
“I know you’ve been wanting this,” he rasps. “How does it feel to finally have it? Go on, you can tell me.”
I open my mouth, but no words come out at first, just a quiet sob as I whimper my pleasure. “Good,” I manage finally. “Feels good.”
“Feels good being stretched, hmm? Want me to start moving?”
I nod. “Yeah. Yes.”
His cock feels massive inside, like it’s reaching all the way into my guts, yet my body accepts it. It knows how much I’ve been craving it. I rock mindlessly back and forth in time to his thrusts, feeling impaled, helpless, and taken care of at the same time.
When he snaps his hips in a hard thrust, I give a little yelp, too loud, too alarming.
“Shh,” he whispers. “We don’t want anyone to hear, right? Bite a pillow if you have to.”
I grab a pillow and bite into it as Mason starts fucking me properly, rocking me back and forth, my whines and moans muffled as I arch my back further, sinking deeper onto his cock with every stroke.
“Mmm, that feels good, right, puppy? Finally getting filled?”
Yeah. Finally. I get bolder, rocking my hips back to meet his thrusts, and he gasps behind me, his movements staggering.
“Fuck,” he mumbles. “On your back, puppy. I want to see that pretty face.”
His cock slips out of me, and I turn onto my back, cheeks flushing with the compliment. I don’t know why I love hearing him praise me so much. I started out not caring what he thought at all, but now every word of praise from his mouth sends a rush of heat swirling through my core.
“Legs up.” Mason hovers over me and slides my hips to the edge of the bed, and when I lift my legs, he places my knees over his shoulders.
I gasp as he enters me. In this position, it’s almost too intense—with his face inches from mine as he bends over, almost folding me in half.
I glance down between our bodies. My dick bobs up and down in time with his thrusts, and his abs ripple as he drives into me. He goes so deep, his rhythm so perfect, that I get lost in a sort of trance as I watch him take me apart.
“You’re crying, puppy.” He cradles my face, thumbs wiping at my cheeks. “Does it feel that good?”
I become aware of the wetness filling my eyes, and I blink and nod, more tears spilling down my cheeks. “So good.”
“You need it nice and deep, right? You need to be filled.”
“I do,” I sob, like a twisted, misplaced declaration of love.
“Shh. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to keep this hole filled.”
“You will?” I ask, more hopeful this time. Is he going to want me again, even after he’s had me?
“Of course.” His teeth flash in a smirk. “Can’t leave my puppy wanting, can I?”
I grimace and squirm against the words; something about them feels wrong, and I can’t quite figure out what.
Mason distracts me by closing his fist around my cock, pumping it in time with his thrusts.
It won’t be long now, not with him looking at me like that.
Not with him fucking me at that angle, relentless thrusts splitting me open. I feel like I… That I—
“I’m gonna come,” I warn, and barely a second passes until I shoot all over Mason’s hand, shuddering and moaning.
He fucks me through it, but the scrunch of his brow tells me he’s close behind. He comes with a drawn-out grunt, hips curling inward, cock reaching so deep it almost hurts.
“Mm, fuck.” He collapses on top of me, blanketing my body with his, lazily thrusting into me a few more times.
I lie panting in his embrace, finally feeling spent for once, finally feeling satisfied.
Mason cradles my face in his hands, and our lips are close to touching again, but not quite. He strokes my hair, the back of my ear, giving me little scratches as he whispers, “Good boy. You did so well. You got what you needed.”
I whimper at the praise, loving it and feeling embarrassed all at once. We stay like that for a while, then Mason grabs the base of his cock, pulls out, and peels off the condom filled with his cum.
I sit up. “Did you mean that?”
“Mean what?” He dumps the condom in the trash can by his desk.
“What you said earlier. About, um… about not leaving me wanting. Do you really want to keep going?”
Mason returns to the bed, and he cups my cheek, his brow scrunching in a frown as I gaze up at him. “Don’t you?”
I lean into his hand, closing my eyes. “Yeah. I want that.”
“Good.” He sounds truly relieved.
Did he really think I wouldn’t want to keep having sex with him?
I guess it’s not unthinkable that I wouldn’t.
I was pretty resistant in the beginning, but who would blame me?
I shouldn’t have started anything in the first place, and I shouldn’t continue.
I will, though; I can’t imagine any other option.
Feet on the floor, I pull my clothes back on. Before I go, I turn around, and in an awkward burst of emotion, I ask, “See you tomorrow?”
Mason inclines his head. “Tomorrow. Sweet dreams now, puppy. You need your rest.”
I leave, and as I walk across the hallway to Oliver’s room, I hear him snoring through the door, so I let out a relieved sigh. With a sated smile on my lips, I drop face down onto the mattress and fall asleep right away.