Lucky for me, there’s no time (or brainpower) to dwell in what’s going to happen afterwards. Right now, the pleasure I’m feeling forces both the past and the future to the sidelines, and the present takes the spotlight.
“I think I’m… going to come... “ I manage to get out between hard breaths, every single muscle in my body tensing up as electricity pools inside of them.
“Cum, Becca… cum for me,” he whispers, and his words act on my body as if they were a spell; slight spasms take over my muscles and, as my fingernails dig into his back, my pussy tightens around his shaft like a vice. I feel a violent scream climbing up my throat but, moving fast, Mason places his hand on top of my mouth once more, muffling my scream.
My eyes are shut, and thunder and lightning have taken over my mind. There’s a storm inside of me, a storm of out-of-control ecstasy, and I can’t stop myself from screaming into Mason’s hand.
Even though I’m coming my brains out, Mason doesn’t stop thrusting. In fact, he goes even harder than before, his thighs slapping my ass so hard that, if anyone walks into the restroom anytime soon, there’s not going to be any doubt about what’s happening in one of the stalls.
Luckily, his cock starts to spasm harshly and, in a quick movement, Mason pulls it out. With his hands on my hips he forces me to turn around, and I don’t need further instructions; I go down to my knees and lean into him, parting my lips as I reach for his cock.
I curl my fingers around his shaft as I wrap my lips around it and, wasting no time, I start going up and down his cock. He places both his hands on my head, feeling the sway of my body, and finally succumbs to pleasure. A violent spasm takes over his cock and, in a heartbeat, he starts to gush his load into my mouth. His warm juices fill me up in no time, the saltiness of it coating my tongue and making my skin prickle. I keep on bobbing my head back and forth until my mouth is brimming with cum, and only then do I pull back, but still he keeps on cumming, thick strands of it hitting across my chest and covering my bare tits.
When the spasms finally die out, I peel my fingers off his cock and, looking into his eyes, I go up to my feet. Without saying a word, he leans into me and, using his tongue, scoops the few drops of cum that are dripping down from my lips onto my chin. He runs the tip of his tongue between my pursed lips and, then, taking his lips to my ear, whispers, “Swallow it all.” I obey without hesitation, his seed going down my throat in an instant.
“This was --”
“Amazing,” he completes, looking at me with a dazed smile on his lips.
“What happens now?” I ask him as I lean back against the wall, still trying to catch my breath. I know I shouldn’t be feeling like this, but I’m anxious for him to say that he wants to see me again. That he wants to tap my phone number into his cellphone’s keyboard, or maybe he'll agree to a date tomorrow… Right now, anything will work. Of course, that’s not what he says.
“Now? Now I have to go and meet another woman. She’s probably going to try to blackmail me with something and I’m mostly going to have to accept it. So, yeah, there’s that.” And, just like that, he crushes all my illusions.
I mean, what did he just say?
He recognizes my confusion.
“Why can’t you just say no to whatever she asks?” I ask, puzzled. “I mean, you’re a powerful man.”
He smiles ruefully.
“You don’t say no to Lorna Lowell,” is all he says before he leaves.
I’m frozen.
What. the. Fuck.
That name has no significance to you maybe right now hun, but this shit just started to get real.
Hold onto your tits, babe. It’s gonna be rough whatever he’s in store for.
Because I know Lorna Lowell.
She’s my mom.
4
Mason
Yeah, listen. If you're narrowing your eyes at me right now, Gorgeous, and shaking your head at me, I don't really blame you.
I'm fucking hating myself right now.
I mean, if I had just met that blonde girl at the bar a few hours earlier—what was her name again? Becca?—then none of this would've fucking happened. Hell, I probably would've taken her back to my place and kept fucking the shit out of her.
I mean, did you fucking see her? Did you ever see a more perfect woman in your fucking life? Those fucking tits? I felt them. They were so fucking firm. So ripe. Pert. Springy. I just loved feeling them.
That ass? You just want to fucking grab it and squeeze those ass cheeks like dough. Just suck on those legs, kiss that neck, slap that ass, lick those nipples, and pull that luxurious hair.
Fuck, just thinking about that girl is enough to make me fucking hard again.