CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
MASON
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Fantasy is not better than reality. I can confirm that for all of humanity right fucking now.
I’m about to blow while eating the most delicious pussy I’ve ever had in my face.
A pussy I could be happy licking and pleasuring for the rest of my life.
Christ, Lexi knows how to use her mouth.
How the hell am I going to do this only once?
Who says it only has to be once?
I saw her face when the elevator doors open. I know my home is impressive. Hell, it’s been featured in Lux Homes Magazine.
Lexi made no attempt that I could see at hiding her reaction. Then again, the few women I’ve brought home are not strangers to wealth. I put a lot more money into my home than some of the others and it shows.
A personal choice.
“Mase, oh shit, I’m going to come,” she cries.
Her moans shoot straight to my dick, and when she clamps down on, and I feel her cunt tighten around my fingers, I lose the fight.
Lexi shudders and cries out as my cum shoots down my shaft and her throat.
Fucking hell.
I’m a bit shell-shocked at the force, so it takes me a second to catch my breath while my dick aches from the powerful pleasure.
“Fuck me,” I wipe my mouth on my arm, get on my knees and stare down at the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen in the world.
Fuck the seven wonders of the world. Lexi Grant lying in my bed flushed from the orgasm I gave her beats them all.
“You haven’t yet,” she teases. “Technically.”
The little seductress.
“We’re only getting started,” I shift us, so I’m between her legs, and start rolling my finger over her clit.
She jumps.
“I’m sensitive,” Lexi runs her hands over my arms, my chest, my abs. “If you need time to get hard—”
I slide my cock inside her.
“You were saying?” I grin as she gasps.
Fuck, we fit well.
Perfect.
It feels different from before. I can go deeper, fill her completely as I’m wrapped in her juices. And it’s incredible.
“Christ, Mase.” Her grip on my biceps tightens, her nails digging in. “Christ, that feels good.”
I take her mouth and start to pump in and out, my brain blissing-out at the pure pleasure of being inside her body. The feeling of my shaft inside her.
It shouldn’t feel this good.
I don’t want it to be this good. Not really.
Lexi clenches, egging me on to go faster. I respond, and our bodies slap noisily, the sounds of our sex adding to the titillating moment.
I swear, if a nuclear blast happened, I couldn’t stop. I want to sink inside every hole she has, go deeper and harder, until she can’t think a single thought except the pleasure I bring her.
Ripping out, I lift her, spinning her over. “Face in the pillow,”
“Yes, shit,” she cries as I plunge back in.
Hard.
Deep.
Rough.
“More,” she begs.
Just as I thought.
“Take all my cock,” I ground out, squeezing her hips. “Feel me slide through your soaked pussy.”
“Oh fuck,”
Pound, pound, pound.
I want to ruin her; make sure she remembers this for the rest of her life. Thinks only of me when another man sinks inside her and silently wishes it was me.
The problem is, I know I’m going to do the same, and I can’t fucking stop.
Her shaking warns me her next orgasm is near, and I lift her up, flush against my chest and run my tongue down her neck.
“Do you like me fucking you, beautiful?” I rasp into her ear. “Do you like my thick, fat cock filling your cunt?”
“God. Yes. Mason.”
“Mr. Kingsley to you.”
“Oh, Jesus. Yes, Mr. Kingsley.”
Fuck me.
I shouldn’t have done that.
My dick explodes, and I swear, for the next twenty seconds I’m blind. Stars fill my eyes, pleasure unlike I’ve ever experienced shoots up and down my spine, my balls roar as I come inside her a second time tonight.
Collapsing, we tumble onto the bed and splay out our limbs. With my eyes still closed, I reach out, pull her against me and wrap an arm around her soft lean body.
Don’t let go.
What?
My eyes fly open for a second, and I stare at the ceiling.
I’ll deal with that later.
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WE SHOWER, THEN climb back into bed where we fuck again more slowly and fall into a deep sleep.
When I wake, the light is coming through the windows. Lexi is lying next to me, watching me with emotion in her eyes.
“Just so you know, the only reason I didn’t steal the silver and leave is because I want to fuck you one more time,” she says.
I roll over to face her. “This isn’t Buckingham Palace. There’s no silver. Sorry to spoil your plans.”
Lexi’s smile stretches slowly before fading into contentment.
“Any diamonds in your safe? I am sure a really good blowjob could make you give up the numbers.”
She’s not wrong.
“You didn’t give me your best last night?”
“Well...” She flops onto her back. “Guess you’ll never know.”
I will know.
I absolutely will.
Climbing over her, I grab her arms and pin them on the pillow. Her enormous smile and sparkling eyes are almost all the thanks I need.
“Wrap your legs around me, right now.”
She obeys.
“Yes, Mr. Kingsley.”
Moaning, I slide back inside her, then lower my mouth and kiss her so she knows I will be expecting that first class blow job before she leaves.
I don’t get it.
My phone rings, and I’m reminded it’s Tuesday morning.
“I’m working from home today,” I tell Ezra, then end the call.
“Don’t do that on my behalf,” Lexi says, walking naked across my bedroom. That is a sight I could be happy to see for like...ever.
“Why? What do you have on today?” I don’t want to mention the bar because I am seriously considering throwing half a million at it and then firing her.
Again.
But I know she’d go straight to Colt, and he wouldn’t say no to her working at the Obsidian Club. Despite my bold act last night.
Lexi is beautiful, sexy, and he’s right about the impact she’d have on customers.
“Can I wear your shirt,” Lexi steps back out of the walk-in closet holding up a pale blue Tom Ford shirt. “Because I’m not putting those clothes back on.”
I climb off the bed and pad over.
“Nor are you leaving this house in just my shirt and no panties.” I growl, tugging her against me.
She moans, dropping the shirt to the side and kissing me.
“How can I want you again already?”
“I’m amazing.” I kiss her. “Sexy.”
“That too.” She smiles against my lips.
I release her mouth and stare down into her eyes as I brush her dark glossy hair from her face.
“Stay. For the day.”
“Why?”
“Why not?”
Lexi does a thinking-pout thing and glances away.
I can’t believe I’m trying to talk a woman into spending the day with me. Normally I’m working out how to exit them in the nicest way possible.
I don’t bring that many home, but everyone knows the next morning is annoying. If I can, I ship them out before the sun comes up. Like the little sexual vampires, they are. Untrustworthy and out for blood.
Or rather, my money.
I don’t feel like that right now with Lexi.
I want her here.
I might not know what went on with Harrow, and I’m sure when my dick gets what he wants the paranoia will return, but now, in this moment, I do not want her to leave.
And yes, I know she was trying to prod me with her silverware comments, but I’m not biting.
I don’t want to argue.
I want to taste her, kiss her, watch her lounging on my sofa with nothing but a smile.
“Sell it to me,” she proposes.
“My cock. Breakfast. Then, my cock again.”
“Wow, you should go into marketing.” Her eyes dip to my chest, her fingers trailing over my tattoo.
I love how she enjoys my body.
I need more time with her. Much more time.
God, we’ve wasted so much of it.
“Why? When I can hire a team of marketers to do it for me. Now back to my cock and your needy pussy.”
She pushes away, and I let her go, watching her dance on her tiptoes playfully. “I would hardly call it needy after last night.”
Groaning, I chase her into the bathroom, and she squeals when I lift her off her feet, her bare ass pressing into my hard cock.
“Let’s see how not needy it is if I tease it.”
“No.” She wriggles as my hand slides between her legs, lowering her to the ground and pushing her against the sink.
The moment I find her clit, she stills, her hand covering mine on the bench and threading her fingers between mine. Our eyes lock in the mirror.
“Resist me if you can.”
“Oh, I can,” Lexi replies breathlessly, and I call bullshit.
“Then don’t come. Show me you don’t need this,” I challenge.
Her legs wobble, my body pressing against hers the only thing keeping her from folding as I speed up my circular stimulation.
“Mase...”
“No.”
Dilated eyes plead with mine as she trembles against me. She’s close.
So close.
I step away.
Lexi gasps, gripping the bench.
“Stay. Then you get your release.” I kiss her shoulder, then go turn the shower on.
I step inside and watch her through the glass, panting, glaring at me. Then she fucking shocks me by holding my stare and sliding her hand between her legs and beginning to rub her own pussy.
Fucking Jesus.
Her mouth parts as she turns, facing me. I grab my cock and stroke it, watching her lean against the counter as she rubs faster.
Her nipples are dark pink, hard, and she’s the epitome of sex standing in my bathroom bringing herself to climax. She falls apart, half folding as it rockets through her.
I move fast.
Crossing the space, dripping water from me, and pulling her into the shower.
Then I lift her, sink back inside her hot channel and take what belongs to me.
All of her.
I won’t be working today.
Lexi Grant just became my priority.