Chapter 11 - Lily
This is happening. This is fucking happening.
I still can't believe I invited him to shower with me. Can't believe he accepted. Can't believe I got on my knees for a man I met last night and sucked his cock like I was starving for it.
But I was. I am.
And he has the most amazing cock I've ever seen—thick, long, perfect. The kind of cock that should come with a warning label.
Above all, I can't believe a man asked me if he could be rough. Like I had a choice. Like my pleasure mattered as much as his. That's never happened before. Every other man just took what he wanted and didn't care if I enjoyed it.
But Mason asked. And when I said yes, when I told him I wanted it rough, he gave me exactly what I needed.
I loved gagging on his cock. Loved feeling it hit the back of my throat, loved being at his mercy while simultaneously feeling completely safe. I trust him. Completely. Impossibly. A man I barely know, and I trust him with my body, my pleasure, my vulnerability.
And now his fingers are inside me, and it feels even better.
"Grind on them," he growls in my ear, his voice rough with lust. "Feel them rubbing your pussy. Moan my name."
I do. Oh fuck, I do.
"Mason," I moan, rolling my hips, working myself on his fingers. "Mason, fuck, Mason—"
My hand reaches behind me, finding his cock.
It's still hard, still thick, pressing against my ass.
I stroke him awkwardly, probably doing an awful job because I'm so distracted by what his fingers are doing to me, but he doesn't seem to mind.
His cock throbs in my hand, the head slapping against my ass cheek with each stroke.
I lean back, my face against the bunch of his shoulder as he fingers me faster. The hot water cascades down my body, over my breasts, between my legs. It's too much. Too overwhelming. Every sensation cranked up to eleven.
"I'm gonna—" I can't finish the sentence. Can't warn him before I'm coming, my pussy clenching around his fingers, my legs trembling.
He doesn't stop. Keeps fingering me through the orgasm, drawing it out, making it last longer than any orgasm I've ever had. My whole body is shaking, and I should tell him to stop, should tell him it's too much, but no words come out.
I've never felt anything like this before.
Then suddenly I lose control completely. Something breaks open inside me, and I'm squirting all over the bathroom. Water gushes from me, mixing with the shower spray, and I can't stop it. Can't control it.
I'm mortified.
I've never squirted before. Didn't even know I could. And now I'm doing it all over Mason's hand, all over the shower floor, making a complete mess.
I'm too ashamed to turn around and look him in the eyes.
"I'm sorry," I gasp out. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to—"
He takes my hair and moves it away from my neck, his lips finding that sensitive spot just below my ear. "You have nothing to apologize for," he murmurs, kissing down my neck. "Fuck, Lily. I love it. Love seeing you lose control like that."
"You do?" My voice is small, uncertain.
"It shows how eager you are to take my cock." His teeth graze my earlobe. "Now bend over. Face down, ass up. Let me claim what's mine."
I obey immediately, bracing my hands on the shower wall, arching my back, presenting myself to him. I can feel him behind me, one hand spreading my ass cheeks, the other guiding his cock to my entrance.
Then he's pushing inside, and I gasp at the stretch. He's so thick. So big. Filling me completely.
He grabs a handful of my hair and starts fucking me.
It's incredible. Better than anything I've ever felt. I extend my arms fully, palms flat against the bathroom wall because I have nothing else to grab onto. My body is thrown back and forth as he fucks me harder than any man before him.
I was afraid he'd complain, afraid that after having a baby, I wouldn't be tight enough for him.
But with a cock as big as his, it clearly makes no difference.
I feel so fucking stuffed. So full. I can tell when his cock is only halfway in versus when he presses all the way inside, burying himself to the hilt.
"Mason," I moan. "Fuck, you feel so good. So fucking good."
"This is only the first time I'm fucking you," he growls, his hips slamming against my ass. "But it won't be the last. No way I'm letting all this ass go anywhere."
No man has ever complimented my flat ass before. They always wanted more, wanted me to have curves in places I don't, wanted me to be something I'm not.
But Mason loves it. Loves me exactly as I am.
He keeps grabbing my ass, slapping it hard enough to sting. I hope he leaves handprints. Hope I can look at them later in the mirror, touch myself while remembering this moment. Remember what it felt like to be wanted this badly.
Then he pulls out, and I'm confused. I start to turn around, about to ask what's wrong, but before I can say a word, his cock is touching my belly. He steps forward, forcing me to step back until my back hits the warm tile wall.
"I want to fuck you while seeing your face," he says, his dark eyes intense.
"It's not a pretty face to look at while I moan," I protest weakly.
He shakes his head. "You're beautiful. And your face when you come on my cock will be even prettier. I have no doubts about it."
"If you're so sure," I breathe, "then you should work for it."
He smirks and guides his cock inside me again. His hands grip my hips, making sure I don't slip on the wet tile. He flexes his knees and slams up into me, burying his cock as deep as humanly possible.
Then he keeps going.
Of course he's strong as hell. He's ex-military and a rancher. He probably lifts bales of hay and wrestles cattle for fun. I should have seen this coming. Should have known he could fuck me like this—relentless, powerful, never getting tired.
My legs are trembling, my feet hovering now as he lifts me, fucking me even better. His muscles bulge with the effort, and I can't help but touch them. His arms, his six-pack abs, his chest. I want to touch everywhere, memorize every inch of him.
But he has other ideas.
He pins both my hands above my head with one of his, his grip firm but not painful. His other hand grabs my ass, holding me up, controlling my body completely.
"You're mine now," he growls. "Mine, Lily. Say it."
It's the hottest fucking thing a man has ever said to me.
"I'm yours," I gasp. "But only after you finish inside me. You have to mark me. Claim me properly."
Something breaks inside him. I can see it in his eyes. The last thread of control snapping. His thrusts become frantic, desperate, his cock hitting so deep it's almost painful but in the best way.
It doesn't take more than ten seconds before he's coming, filling me with thick, hot spurts of cum. I can feel his cock throbbing with each load. One, two, three, his warm seed inside me and already starting to drip out.
But he doesn't stop fucking me. Keeps thrusting even as he comes, making sure every last drop goes as deep as possible.
"Making sure," he pants against my ear, "that every inch of your pussy is marked by my cum. That you'll feel me dripping out of you all day. That you'll remember who you belong to."
"Mason," I whimper, my own orgasm building again from his words, from the feeling of being so thoroughly claimed.
"Come for me," he commands. "Come on my cock while I'm still filling you up."
And I do. I come so hard I nearly black out, my pussy clenching around his still-throbbing cock, milking every last drop from him. He holds me through it, his hands gentle now, soothing, even as his cock stays buried inside me.
We stay like that for a long moment, both of us panting, the shower water cooling around us. His forehead rests against mine, and when I finally open my eyes, he's smiling.
"Worth the wait?" he asks.
"So worth it," I breathe. "But Mason?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't think I can walk to Sarah's now. My legs are jelly."
He laughs, and the sound is beautiful. "Then I'll carry you."
"You can't carry me. I'm too heavy."
"Don't. Don't talk about yourself like that. You're perfect, Lily. Every fucking inch of you."
"Do you really think that?" I ask, my voice smaller than I want it to be.
Vulnerable in a way that makes me feel exposed even though we're already naked, pressed together in this shower with his cum still dripping out of me.
"I do." His voice is firm, certain. No hesitation.
I hug him then, wrapping my arms around his neck, pressing my body against his. He's so solid. So warm. So real. And for the first time in years, I let myself believe that maybe, just maybe, I'm not the disaster I've always thought I was.
"I'm not used to compliments," I admit against his chest, water streaming over both of us. "Not real ones, anyway. Men say shit to get in your pants, but once they have what they want..."
"They show you who they really are," Mason finishes quietly. His arms tighten around me. "I know that pattern. Seen it happen to enough people. Hell, watched my father do it to my mother for years. Charm her in public, tear her down in private."
"I'm sorry." I pull back slightly to look at him. "That you had to see that. That you lived through it."
"I survived it." His hand comes up to cup my cheek. "And so did you. Whatever shit you've been through, whatever assholes made you think you're not enough, you survived that too. You're here. You're fighting. You're protecting your daughter. That's not weakness, Lily. That's fucking strength."
My throat tightens with emotion. I'm not used to this. Not used to someone seeing the hard parts of my life and calling it strength instead of failure.
"I'll make sure you get used to compliments," he continues, his thumb stroking my cheekbone. "Because you deserve them. And I'm not going to stop giving them to you just because you're not used to hearing them."