7. Chapter 6
~ Mason~
I wasn’t nearly as drunk as I wanted to be.
Don’t get me wrong, my eyesight was a little blurry, but all my inhibitions were gone, and I was going after the one thing I wanted without feeling guilty. Would that come later?
Probably.
But right now, I wanted this woman in my arms, and I was determined to have her.
When I grabbed her ass and lifted her, fuck it felt so perfect.
I kissed down her neck as I took her to the room before dropping her on the bed. She squealed but laughed, making me grin at her playful nature.
I enjoyed lots of the things in the bedroom, but I also liked to tease and make my ladies laugh. It seemed to add to everything, and no one I had been with seemed to complain.
“Well, since you have me on my back, what’s the game plan?”
“To make you scream,” I told her simply, running my hands over her jean clad legs. “Think you’re ready for that?”
“I know I am. Show me what you got.”
I smirked as I went for the death touch, my hand between her legs, my fingers rubbing her pussy through her jeans.
She gasped, her eyes opening wide.
“Shit, Mason,” she moaned, her head falling back on the bed. “Let me get undressed.”
“Oh no, we do this my way right now.”
I laid beside her, rubbing harder and harder against that bundle of nerves. Even through the thick material, I could feel her heat, could feel how wet she was, and hell, that turned me on even more.
“I want your panties to be soaked with all that wonderful pussy juice,” I growled against her ear, making her scream as she came.
“Mason,” she whined, clamping her legs shut around my hand but I shook my head, forcing her open once more. With ease, I undressed her, tossing the clothing on the floor. But when I got to her jeans, I slowly took them off, letting the smell of her sex coat the room.
And boy did it fucking do it.
Her jeans had a big damp spot and her panties were ruined.
I kneeled between her legs, ran my nose over the wet spots, then licked her, making her jerk against my face.
“Please,” she whined, her hands fisting in the blankets.
“Please what?”
“I want your tongue in my pussy. I want to fuck your face.”
I never, ever, had a dirty mouthed woman in my bed before and holy shit, I was here for it. Her words, that sweet tone talking trashy, had my cock pressing against my jeans so damn badly.
“Want to fuck my face, huh?” I told her, easing her panties down and then sliding my tongue over her slit. She hissed and nodded, so I pulled away, making her head shoot up. “Then ride my face.”
I moved to lay down, tossing my shirt off along the way, and grinned as she shoved me back. She quickly grabbed the headboard, a glint in her eye.
“You said to do it, I have no problem with riding a tongue.”
Before I could think, her pussy was on my mouth and I was groaning. I stabbed my tongue into her again and again as she rocked her hips over my face, just like I told her too.
And damn it all to hell if with all of that, I didn’t reach down and grab myself through my jeans.
I moaned against her mouth, wrapping an arm around her even more to bring her even closer to my mouth. She groaned, her hands roaming over her tits, her fingers pinching her nipples and I just about came.
With another moan, I released myself to run a hand over her backside before slipping a finger into her ass, making her gasp, shake, then scream, as her hips rolled over my tongue again and again, coating me with every little thing she had.
And like a man starved, I drank every drop of that juice just as if it was my last fucking meal. Nothing tasted sweeter or better than that and I knew without a doubt I was going to have to do that again.
“Damn it, Mason, you ate my pussy like a man starved!”
“I was woman, now I’m going to fuck you like a man possessed.”
~ Patty ~
Oh. My. Word.
I just had the best damn orgasm ever from oral sex because no man had ever let me do that. And then he tells me he’s going to fuck me two ways from Sunday.
Uh, yes please!
I hurry to help him with his jeans, but he takes my hands and pins them in one of his above my head and yeah, that had wetness pooling between my legs once more.
I moaned as he pushed his clothing off before grabbing his cock.
With a grunt, I lifted my head to look at him.
Honestly, I wasn’t sure if I had ever seen such an angry dick. It was almost red, and leaking, and it looked like it needed help right away.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Thought you planned on slamming that dick into me.”
“Your mouth, woman,” he groaned before lining is cock up with my entrance and slamming into me. I closed my eyes, letting out a howl.
There were just no other words for the sound that came out of my mouth.
Usually, I wasn’t quite like that, but this man just brought out a side that I thought I had buried. Men didn’t like vocal women; they didn’t like women who took charge or knew what she wanted. So, I learned to push that down.
But Mason, he seemed to enjoy every bit of my personality and I was loving that.
“My mouth goes hand in hand with your dick,” I told him, arching upward.
“And my dick loves your cunt. Fuck, Patty, you’re so damn tight. Your pussy is just wrapping around me, and it feels unbelievable.”
His head dropped to my chest, his tongue rolling around a nipple before he sucked hard on it while he slipped out, only to slam into me again.
I groaned, tugging against his hand but he wasn’t letting up.
He held me down with both his hand and his body, and I absolutely loved being at his mercy.
He shifted slightly, making my eyes pop open wide.
“Oh, holy fuck, there. Your dick just hit the most mind-blowing spot.”
He grinned as he moved to the other nipple, his thrusts moving from fast and furious to slow and tortuous, teasing that spot.
“No, no, no,” I whined, trying to push him faster, but he just laughed.
That sound rolled over my body, making it tingle even more.
“Don’t push me, woman. I will do what I want, when I want.”
“But Mason, don’t you want to come?”
“I will, so far in this pussy. But right now, hearing your pants, feeling you clench and then unclench around me, it’s too damn perfect to stop. I want to keep doing it.”
His movements slowed even more, and I tried so hard to figure out how to take control of this, but from here, the way he had me pinned, it was going to happen.
Before I could focus, though, his hand was around my throat, tipping my head back so my eyes were locked with his.
“I own this moment, woman. You will come when I tell you to, and not before. So do not think you will win.”
I whimpered and he smirked, feeling a wave of wetness wash over his cock.
And uh, hello, how could he not?
There had to be other women in the world who got turned on just like that. I couldn’t dare be alone.
“You like that, don’t you? You’re a hellion in the bedroom, but you still like me telling you what to do.”
With his hand around my throat, all I could do was nod. Not that I trusted myself with a voice right now.
“Want to come?” he coaxed, rolling his hips deeper into me and I rolled my eyes back in my head. “Oh no, you look at me when I make you come.”
I snapped them back at him, my pants turning into moans.
His hips picked up, slamming harder into me, finding that spot once more.
And with a piercing scream, I shattered under him, milking his cock with everything I had.
He groaned, his head dropping to my shoulder as he shook against me. I felt every little drop enter me, and I couldn’t be happier that I was on the tail end of menopause and not having to think about a baby.
Because there was no way I was done with him, not tonight, not tomorrow, and fucking hell, not in the next few weeks.