“Do you want me to fuck you slow?” The tremor in his voice betrayed him. He had as much trouble as I did with slow and gentle. He wanted it rough, fast, hard. But I had disobeyed him. I had made him search for me. I had ignored him. I needed to earn it.
“I want you, Mason. I just want you.” I whispered. His expression softened, but the determination to make me say it didn’t falter. “I want you to fuck me hard.” I hit the right target, his grin nearly lit up the room.
“Such a filthy mouth.” He winked at me, then looked down to where our bodies were touching. In a heartbeat, he penetrated me, leaving me breathless from the long awaited fullness. He sunk all the way in, until his balls pushed against my ass. My cheeks were still spread wide with his hands; he’s able to go in further this way, I think. I felt so wonderfully stretched.
“Fuck, I forgot how tight you were,” he growled, leaning over me and pulling my hair to get me to look back at him. The movement sucked him in even further; how much farther could he go before he split me in two? “I need to move, baby. Are you ready?”
He held still, letting me adjust to his size, but I wanted him to move, too. I nodded. “Yes, Mason. Yes. It feels too good to stop.”
“Missed me, did you?” he said, and slowly started moving again. Withdrawing almost all the way out before pushing back in, agonizingly slow in his thrusts. How much more torture was he going to dish out?
“Yes. So much.” Tears pricked my eyes. It wasn’t the physical pain of lusting after him, or his cock slowly stretching me, it was the idea that I almost threw him away. He didn't have to come after me, he could have said to hell with me and left me up in the cabin. He didn’t though. He came for me. He didn’t let me run. He didn’t let me go. “I’m sorry, Mason. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you where I was. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you enough.”
His eyes lit up with my words. Letting go of my ass he reached over and wiped the tear that slipped out of my control and down my cheek. “There it is, that’s what I needed.”
Small thrusts at first, Mason took me. Gripping my waist he allowed me a few inches of his cock before pulling back, letting me get used to him in that position. He thrusted in steady strokes, sliding in and out, making me feel every inch of him.
Everything he gave me, I had no choice but to accept. He controlled the moment, and taking his time, not giving me the hard fucking I want so badly, was his way of making sure I understood that. “Who does this body belong to, Lucy?” He trailed his fingertips down my spine before grabbing onto my ass cheek.
“You, Mason.”
The next moment, he pulled out, nearly to the tip, then drove full force into me, nearly knocking me off my knees and flat onto my face. His fingers tightened around my waist, for a second I worried about bruising, but then he moved again and my mind reeled with the sensation of his dick stroking me so deep and hard.
I wanted to face him, to stare at his face while he took me so forcefully, but he had other ideas. He reached beneath me, again finding my clit. “So, slippery,” he murmured against my neck before sinking his teeth into me. I gasped at the sharpness of it, but another hot rush of sensations ran to my very core. He bit me again, sucking my skin into his mouth while he continued to plow hard into me.
I wiggled beneath him, all of the sensations at one time overwhelming my mind. The pressure building in my body increased with each lick, bite and stroke he gave me. “Oh, god!” I screamed out, looking back at him. “Please. I have to come. I’m going to come.”
“Go ahead, baby. Come all over my cock,” he growled in my ear, the heat of his breath on my skin adding to the other layers of sensations. Mason groaned as my entire body shook with my orgasm exploding. My pussy spasmed around his dick, but he didn’t stop moving, he fucked me even harder, driving out every last bit of my orgasm. My throat tightened, my chest heaved, I needed to scream, to help relieve the pressure in some other way, but my body wouldn’t cooperate. The intense waves of my orgasm rushed over me a second time when he shifted his hips and rubbed my clit harder and faster. I couldn’t take in air, I couldn't scream, my body was at his mercy, coming hard around his cock.
“That’s a good girl.” He kissed my neck, where he had surely left teeth marks only moments before. “Ride it down, baby.” He slowed his thrusts, but didn’t stop until my muscles relaxed, completely spent from riding the orgasm.
“I can’t hold back anymore,” he whispered, still making small movements.