14. Mason
Mason
I stand there frozen, every muscle in my body locked tight as Riley’s words hang in the warm cabin air.
“I want you too.” Her voice is soft but fierce, full of that innocent fire that’s been cracking my control since the moment I first saw her.
My cock’s painfully hard, throbbing against the front of my jeans like it’s got a mind of its own.
I can still taste her on my tongue from earlier, sweet and addictive, and the memory of her coming apart under my mouth is burned into my brain.
I’m trying so damn hard not to lose control.
She’s scared. She’s leaving soon. I repeat the reasons in my head like a mantra, but they’re getting quieter with every heartbeat.
Her eyes are wide and shining, cheeks flushed, lips still slightly swollen from our kiss.
She looks at me like I’m the one thing she trusts most and the one thing she shouldn’t want.
“Mason,” she whispers again, stepping closer. “Please. I want this. I want you.”
That’s it. The last thread of my control snaps.
“Fuck it,” I growl, low and rough.
I charge forward, closing the distance in two powerful strides.
She lets out a surprised gasp as I bend down and lift her clean off the floor, one arm under her knees and the other around her back.
She’s so light in my arms, soft and warm and perfect.
Her hands clutch my shoulders as I carry her across the cabin, my boots thudding heavily on the wooden floor.
The smell of her hair fills my nose, sweet and clean, making my head spin.
I reach the big bed and lay her down on the heavy quilts, following her down so my body covers hers.
The mattress dips under our combined weight.
Her legs part naturally for me, and I settle between them, my hard cock pressing against her core through our clothes.
She feels so small beneath me, so soft, and it only makes me want her more.
“I’ll try to be gentle,” I rasp against her lips, voice thick with need. “But I’ve wanted you for so long. Been fighting it every damn second since I carried you out of that storm.”
She looks up at me with those big, trusting eyes, cheeks flushed pink. “I want you, Daddy. All of you. Please.”
The word Daddy from her lips nearly undoes me completely.
I kiss her hard, tongue sliding deep into her mouth, tasting the sweetness that’s purely Riley.
She moans into the kiss, her small hands sliding into my hair and tugging.
I grind my hips against her, letting her feel how hard I am, how much I need her.
The friction makes her whimper, hips rocking up to meet me.
I pull back just enough to peel her shirt off, revealing her bare breasts.
They’re so fucking perfect, soft and full with tight rosy nipples begging for my mouth.
I lean down and suck one into my mouth, tongue swirling around the peak while my hand kneads the other.
She arches with a cry, fingers tightening in my hair.
The taste of her skin is addictive and I take my time, licking and sucking until she’s writhing beneath me.
“So beautiful,” I growl against her breast, biting gently then soothing with my tongue. “These pretty tits were made for Daddy’s mouth. So sensitive. Listen to those sweet sounds you make for me.”
I kiss lower, trailing my mouth down her stomach, tasting every inch of her. When I reach the waistband of the sweatpants I look up at her, eyes locked on hers. “Lift your hips, baby.”
She does, and I slide the pants and her panties down her legs, tossing them aside. Her pussy is bare and glistening, pink and perfect and dripping for me. My mouth waters.
“Fuck, look at this pretty little virgin pussy,” I murmur, spreading her thighs wider with my hands. “So wet already. All for Daddy.”
I lean in and run my tongue slowly up her slit, groaning at her taste.
She’s sweet and slick and perfect. I lick deeper, tongue pushing inside her, fucking her with slow strokes while my nose brushes her clit.
She moans loudly, hips jerking against my face.
I hold her down with one arm across her waist and slide two thick fingers into her tight heat, curling them to stroke that spot inside her.
“So tight,” I growl against her, sucking her clit into my mouth. “This virgin cunt is going to feel so good wrapped around my cock. But first I’m going to make you come on my tongue again.”
I work her harder, fingers pumping steadily while my tongue flicks relentlessly over her swollen clit. Her moans grow louder, breathier, filling the cabin. The wet sounds of my mouth and fingers are obscene and perfect. I can feel her thighs trembling around my head.
“Come for Daddy,” I command, voice rough. “Let me taste it. Come all over my face like a good girl.”
She shatters with a cry, back arching off the bed, pussy pulsing around my fingers as she comes hard. I keep licking and stroking her through it, drawing out every wave until she’s shaking and gasping my name.
I pull off my shirt, then shove my jeans and boxers down, freeing my cock. It springs out thick and heavy, the head slick with pre-cum. Her eyes widen as she looks at it. I crawl back up her body, kissing her deeply so she can taste herself on my tongue. She melts into me, hands roaming my back.
“So big,” she whispers, a mix of nerves and desire in her voice.
“I’ll go slow,” I promise, positioning myself at her entrance. “Tell me if it hurts.”
I push in slowly, inch by inch, groaning at how tight she is. Her walls stretch around me, hot and slick and perfect. She gasps, nails digging into my shoulders. I pause, giving her time to adjust, kissing her softly.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmur against her lips. “Taking Daddy’s cock so well.”
When I bottom out, buried to the hilt, we both groan. The feeling’s overwhelming, tight wet heat gripping me like a vice. I stay still for a moment, forehead pressed to hers, breathing her in.
“You feel so fucking good,” I rasp. “So tight and perfect. Made for me.”
I start to move, slow deep strokes that make her moan with every thrust. The bed creaks softly beneath us. I kiss her deeply, one hand sliding down to rub her clit in tight circles. Her moans grow louder, breathier.
“Harder, Daddy,” she pleads, legs wrapping around my waist. “Please. I can take it.”
I give her what she wants, thrusting deeper, faster. The slap of skin on skin echoes in the room. I watch her face, the way her lips part, the flush on her cheeks, her breasts bouncing with every powerful drive of my hips. She’s beautiful.
“Come for me again,” I growl, rubbing her clit faster. “Want to feel this tight pussy come around my cock.”
She cries out, walls clamping down on me as she comes hard, pulsing and squeezing. The sensation pushes me over the edge. I thrust deep and spill inside her with a low groan, filling her with pulse after pulse of heat. The pleasure is intense, blinding, better than anything I’ve ever felt.
I stay buried inside her as we both come down, kissing her softly, stroking her hair. She looks up at me with dazed, satisfied eyes, a small smile on her lips.
I know the storm is ending soon. I know she’ll have to leave. But right now, in this moment, she’s mine. And I’ll hold onto that for as long as I can.