8. Chapter 7
~ Mason ~
I stirred in the middle of the night, feeling her body pressed against mine. After that insane round, we waited, then went in for round two, and oddly enough, round three. Then we passed out.
And now, I was awake.
With another hard on.
That was scary because there hadn’t been a time I could do this, could not go this many rounds. I loved my wife, she was my world, and she did turn me on, but one or two rounds with her and I was fine. I wasn’t like this. Couldn’t go round after round, sleep, then wake up to go again.
“You’re thinking,” she grumbled, making me smile.
“Wasn’t aware that my silent thoughts had woken you.”
“That didn’t. Your hard python did.”
I busted out laughing at that, pulling her under me to rub my hard dick against her slit.
“Well, when you got a hot ass woman in bed with you, it’s hard to keep one’s dick down.” I rocked my hips against her, making her gasp. “Would you rather not have me do that?”
“My body is saying yes, but my pussy, she’s a little hussy and wants it again.”
“Then let’s listen to the hussy,” I muttered, grabbing my dick to slap it against her clit, grinning as I felt the wetness there. “She really is ready.”
“Ah, Mason, don’t you dare tease me. If you’re going to fuck me, make it good.”
“Good, huh?”
I moved back, grabbed her hips, and with ease, flipped her over. I smacked her ass, letting her know I wanted her on all her knees, and she complied.
“Gonna fuck me like a dog?”
“Where I can see my cock sink into your pussy while I get to play with your ass over and over? Hell yes. And you, the dirty woman that you are, want it just like that too.”
She moaned as I smacked her ass again before moving her hips to slam my cock into her.
“Fuck!” she cried, her hands clenching the pillows.
“Just like that, woman.”
I ran my hands over the globe of her ass, loving how smooth and firm she was, even for her age, then ran my finger over her back hole.
“Ever done anal?”
“Once. I need someone to do it right.” She looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes dancing. “Think you can fuck me right there?”
“Woman,” I growled, pounding even harder into her. The thought of taking her there, of bringing her pleasure where no one else has, was damn magical. But I didn’t have the lube to do it tonight.
But believe me, that was on the list to grab, because I was going to do it. I also planned to make her see stars there, because that spot was always so tight.
In fact, while I was grabbing lube, I should grab a dildo so I can fuck both her holes, making it that much better for her.
“Oh shit,” she groaned and I realized I was clutching her hip tightly while one finger was pumping in and out of that back hole.
“Like that?”
“More than I should,” she moaned, her head dropping to the pillow and it let me slide in deeper.
“Fucking hell,” I growled, feeling like I was pushing on the edge when I didn’t want to yet. I wanted her to come time and again before I let loose. I wanted her to pass out cold tomorrow from sheer pleasure rather than exhaustion.
“Mason,” she hollered, pushing back against me.
“What do you need, Patty?”
“I want one finger on my clit while another is fucking me from behind. All so you can make me come.”
“That mouth,” I hissed, sliding one finger to her clit, rubbing it hard as I pushed a finger into her back hole, pumping it just fast as my cock was going.
“Yes!” she screamed, shattering all around me and I had to bite my lip to keep from exploding because I wanted her to give me more.
In fact, I was going to make her give me more, even if she was sensitive. At least another one more round before we fully passed out.
~ Patty ~
I felt him slide out and turned to see his soaked, hard cock right there, and I couldn’t help smirk. I reached over and shoved him on his back.
“How adventurous do you want to be, Mason?”
He cocked a brow at me and my smirk grew.
“Why, gonna ride me? Not quite new.”
“No,” I told him, moving so that my back was facing him.
“Reverse cowgirl isn’t something different either.”
“Just shut up and enjoy the ride.”
He frowned slightly before I grabbed his cock and slid down on him, moaning all over again at the feeling of him in me.
I couldn’t help but wonder if that was something I would ever tire of, because I was really hoping I wouldn’t.
He smacked my ass and I winked back at him before falling forward and resting on my elbows, making me gasp at how deep he was and everything he was rubbing.
“Holy shit,” he groaned, lifting his head to look at my ass. His hand grabbed my cheeks, spreading me before I pushed back, making him groan again. “Fucking hell this is insane.”
“I thought you might like it, especially as an ass man.”
“Don’t stop, woman.”
Another wave of desire shot through me at that name, and it shouldn’t. Because I always hated it, but something about the way he growled it had me clenching my thighs together even more. Which had him groaning too.
“Not stopping,” I told him, pushing him back again and again. My nipples brushed the blanket, and every sway had me gasping at the sensation.
“Patty,” he groaned, his hands fully clenching my ass and hell if it didn’t turn me on even more. He was rough in a good way; in a way I always wanted.
Because he knew what I needed, not just what he thought. And he wrecked me because of that. Sex was never going to be the same.
“Fucking hurry so I can come already,” he panted out and I laughed, pushing back even harder.
He smacked my ass over and over and I had no doubt that it was red and would be sore, but I loved it.
Every time his hand connected, more juice coated his cock.
If it was possible, we were making more and more messes on his bed, and he didn’t seem to mind in the least.
“Does poor Mason need to come?” I slowed down, making him growl and before I knew it, I was flipped on my back, my legs in the air and he was pounding into me with a wild fashion.
I had to reach up to hold onto the headboard, so I didn’t bump my head, but he didn’t care.
And quite honestly, I didn’t care either.
“Come for me again,” he told me, letting go of a hip to twist a nipple and I was done. I screamed, almost blacking out as I came, shaking violently in his arms.
He cried out as he felt that, his own release coming long and strong. And after several moments of pumping and grunting, he collapsed next to me, his arm around my stomach.
And I knew I was done for.
This man had officially ruined me in the best way, and I knew I wouldn’t find anyone else like him.
And that was, by the far, the most dangerous part.