My Best Friend's Brother(40)

Together, we moaned. Together, we writhed. Together we threw each other  into places of ecstasy neither of us knew existed. I loved this man. I  loved everything about him, and all I wanted to do was make him feel  good.


All I wanted to do was make him come so hard his head spun.


My hands gripped his chiseled ass cheeks as his hips began rolling into  my face. Spit started dripping down my cheeks, and my pussy started  leaking down my ass crack. I could feel him massaging my legs. Caressing  my skin while his tongue devoured my clit. He sucked and flicked and  swayed, pressing in and ghosting over its tip. My eyes rolled into the  back of my head as my throat closed down onto his cock, and in an  instant, I was coming on his face.


I felt him shaking on top of me as he hummed into my pussy.


His cock muffled my cries of love for him as I felt his hot come jet  down the back of my throat. I dug my fingernails into his body, pulling  him as deep as I could get him while spit ran down my neck. He buried  his face between my legs, lapping me up as our orgasms wracked our  bodies.


But when we finally stopped trembling with our pleasure, he slid his still-hard cock from between my lips.


I laid there as I swallowed down the mixture of spit and pre-come still  sitting in my cheeks. I heaved for air as Mason crawled off me, and I  could feel his arms pulling me into his lap. He sat with his back  against the couch, his lips covering my neck and chest in kisses as I  tried to catch my breath.


My head was still spinning even as he slid his cock deep into my throbbing pussy.


"Oh, Sarah," he said, groaning. "You look ravishing."


Our foreheads connected, and we couldn't take our eyes off one another.  His large hands planted firmly on my hips, and he helped me roll just  the way he wanted while we breathed each other's air. The droplets of  sweat mingled with Mason's come slid down my body, dripping off my  nipples as his hands clamped down into my skin. His darkened stare was  full of want for me, and the moment I finally found my strength, I  connected our lips once again.


I bounced in his lap, covering him in my juices as they coated his skin.  My hands braced against the couch cushions behind him, providing me  with leverage as his body shook. He filled me in ways I could've never  dreamed of, hitting spots that shook me and pull wails of passion from  my throat.


His arms had never held me so tight as he clung to me, his hips pounding up into my pussy as I rode his thick dick.


I collapsed into his lap in a fit of breaths as I tried to regain my  strength. He picked me up, his hands grasping my ass, before he walked  me over to the window. My back hit the cold glass and I squealed in  surprise, but his lips soon covered mine as his cock began to move  within me.


"There is no woman on this planet that's ever done to me what you do," he said.


I threw my arms around his neck and clung to him as he pressed me deeper  into the glass. His hands planted firmly on either side of my body  while my legs clung to him, and all I could do was hang on for the ride.  His massive cock pumped deep within me, his hips pushing me up a  mountain I didn't think was possible. My body was already shaking, and  my lips were covering him in kisses. My teeth nipped at his beautiful  muscles while his tan skin pressed against every inch of my body. I  could feel his strong chest sliding against my sensitive nipples,  throwing electrical sensations all around my body as I moaned into the  crook of his neck.         

     



 


But when I felt that heated pulse begin again behind my pelvis, I raised my gaze and connected my stare with his.


"I love you, Mason. I love you so much," I said, whispering.


He stopped, just for a moment while his eyes searched mine. He thrust,  keeping our gazes connected as I gasped in pleasure. Slowly but surely,  he started up his pace again, our eyes never leaving one another's as he  pounded harder and harder into me.


"Keep your eyes on me," he said. "I want to see your pleasure wash over them."


"Fuck, Mason. The things you do to me," I said.


"Trust me, I know."


He fucked me against the glass as my juices dripped down, and I could  feel my thighs slick with our arousal and the sweat from our bodies. As  his cock hit behind my clit from the inside, all I could do was lay  weakened against the glass. His rock-solid body was pressed into me,  working for my pleasure. I felt his dick throbbing against my walls.


"I want you to cum with me, Sarah. Come with me now."


I whimpered and gasped as he thrust deeper and deeper into me. I kept my  eyes on him, as hard as it was, and the moment I felt my body finally  give way, I heard a dark chuckle seep from his lips.


"That's it. Let it wash over you. Let it take you to places you've never been before."


My body went limp against the window while his cock poured into me for a  second time. His face pressed into the crook of my neck, groaning as  the imprint of our bodies connected together fused to the glass. I felt  him kissing. Nipping. Biting. Marking. I threw my arms around his neck  as our bodies slid to the floor, still connected with one another. When  my eyes fluttered open, my gaze was met with the flushed, smiling face  of the man I'd come to love.


"Stay with me tonight," he said.


"Didn't we technically agree to take a break from one another?" I asked.


"Don't keep me away from you anymore, Sarah. Just let me be next to you," he said.


His words were so heartfelt, and there was so much hurt behind his eyes.  I pulled myself from his lap, the soaking wet sound making us both  chuckle slightly before our mixture dripped down my legs. I saw Mason's  expression grow curious as he looked toward my pussy, and as his hands  traveled up the sides of my legs, I felt every atom in my body give  itself over to him.


"If you say yes," he said as he approached my pussy, "you might get a little treat."


"Oh," I said breathlessly. "That-that feels  … "


"Good?" he asked as he kissed my pussy lips.


"I guess I could spare an evening," I said.


He lightly licked my pussy lips as I heard him moan.


"You should taste us together," he said. "It's a wonderful combination."


I giggled as he rushed up my body and scooped me up into his arms


"Why don't we venture on into the bedroom?" he asked as he walked me  toward the stairs. "We might find a bit more comfort collapsing onto a  mattress instead of a hardwood floor."


"Don't we have a mess to clean up?" I asked. "I feel like we might've made a mess."


"That can wait until tomorrow," he said as he started up the steps. "Right now, you're the only thing I'm concerned about."


I clung to him as we made our way into his bedroom. The door shut behind  us with a thud as he slowly lowered me to his bed, my black hair  flaring out on the pillow. He hovered over me. I could see the marks I'd  already left on his body rising to the surface, and I smiled while my  fingertips danced over each and every one of them.


"I love you, Sarah," he said, looking into my eyes.


"I love you, too, Mason."





Chapter 34


Mason


"Are you sure you're not weirded out that I have a kid?"


Her breathless question came after her body finally settled down after  her third orgasm. Her entire body was quaking by the time I was done  devouring her swollen pussy, and I held her as close as I could get her.


"I'm sure," I said.


"I mean, I have a son out there somewhere with my DNA and my looks running around and living his life."


"Sounds like it bothers you more than it bothers me," I said. "Do you want to talk about it?"


"It's just  … "


She turned in my arms, and I craned my neck down, so I could see her.  Her beautiful stare was still hazy from our encounter, but her body was  steady as she tangled her legs with mine. I could see her lazy thoughts  racing around in her mind, and I planted a long, warm kiss on her  forehead to try and settle her thoughts.         

     



 


"Take your time. We've got all night," I said.


"I always thought I would be a decent mother, right?" she asked. "And I  had that opportunity. But instead, I gave him away. Does that make me a  bad mother?"


"Could you have provided for him?" I asked.


"No. I had no job."


"Could you have given him a stable home?" I asked.


"Not by a fucking long shot," she said.


"Does he have those things now?" I asked.


"The adoption agency assured me he would," she said breathlessly.


"Then you did the best thing a mother could do for her child, Sarah. You  provided him with the life you knew he needed to succeed, no matter the  cost to you. That's what a mother does."


I felt her squeeze me tightly, and I could feel her tears dripping onto  my skin. I showered the top of her head with kisses, trying to get her  to calm down while her emotions overwhelmed her body. It had been a long  and intense past few days, and I felt honored that she felt comfortable  enough baring her soul like this with me, in front of me.