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  My orgasm shook me, deep and intense. My body pumped warm gushes on to his face. My body soaked him in my gratification. Once the intensity of the orgasm faded a bit my reaction was embarrassment. My cheeks and thighs burned as I longed to be covered. I tried to close my thighs and thought about offering him a towel.

  "Don't you dare." His face was full of excitement. He had less self-possession than ever. It thrilled me to see him covered in my ejaculate with that wild look in his eyes. He shoved his face back into me sucking and licking every bit of cum off me. He licked and sucked off what remained on the inside of my thighs. It started to be both too sensitive to touch and too aroused to be left alone.

  The fact that I came like a freight train and could barely take the sensation didn't stop him. He finished cleaning my legs and returned to my clit. I whimpered and screamed as he sucked on it, but that only seemed to excite him more. He looked up at me, wiping his face off on the back of his hand and then off on his jeans. "Where's your bed, Claire?"

  "I'm going to need a minute." I told him in a sleepy voice.

  "Not a chance, baby." Before I knew what happened he scooped me into his arms. If I had any energy I would be flailing in protest. I feared being dropped, but he held me tight against him as he walked through my apartment. He didn't have any trouble handling my weight and I found myself turned on by his strength and manliness.

  "Closet... Bedroom... Bathroom..." I informed him as we moved passed the doors. He threw the door back revealing my room at the far end of the hall. The room was small and messy. Self-consciousness seized me. I held my breath and watched his face half expecting his to change his mind. I had a full sized four poster bed with a delicate canopy on top. I didn't have any clothes hanging from the canopy. I was at least grateful for that.

  "I approve" he told me eyeing the bed and seeming to not look at anything else. He brought me to the edge and lifted me high in the air. He dropped me down on the mattress, allowing me to bounce. I giggled as my limp body bounced. He jumped on me, catching me, and ending the commotion.

  He hovered above me intense and smoldering. "You know you're delicious right?"

  I raised my eyebrows at him. "No, I didn't."

  "Bullshit. There is no way no one has ever told you how good that pussy is" His words were like lightning in my veins.

  "I may have heard that before." I acquiesced with a smirk. He kissed me hard. His hands running all over my body. His mouth was full of me. I wondered if that had been the point in kissing me so soon. His hands skated along the hem of my dress at my thighs. My panties were still laying on the living room floor.

  Goose bumps broke out on my skin at the gentle contact. He slid the hem to my upper thighs, tracing my skin as he went. I lifted myself off the couch a little. Then, in one swift motion he lifted the dress up and over my head. He revealed me in nothing but my bra and heels. Both tits popped out the top. He hovered above me looking at me with admiration.

  I lifted my hand to stroke his face. The planes had great symmetry and stubble. His lips were heart shaped and so pretty any woman should be jealous. They weren't feminine on him. He radiated masculinity. Something warm bubbled inside me. I decided to ignore the sensation. "Do you want me to finish sucking you, baby? You ate all my cum, and I appreciated that so much. I would love to return the favor." I licked my lips at him.

  "That is an offer I plan on redeeming later. Right now, I need to fuck you." He sounded a little wild as he spoke. The animal edge to his voice made me feel I never came at all. "I never waited to fuck a woman so long in my life. I need you." I started to tell him to go ahead and fuck me then, but he already pushed my legs apart with strong hands. He positioned himself above me and pulled a condom over himself. The rubber snapped as he rolled it down his length.

  He opened my dripping pussy and gave the folds a satisfied smile. He pushed his finger inside checking its wetness. He pulled a breath in through his teeth and slipped himself inside me. He moved slowly trying to give me time to adjust. I didn't need. My pussy was so wet he slipped right to the back. I moaned as his cock hit my cervix. The motion felt incredible. His cock fit me perfect.

  I wrapped my legs around him, shoving my hips back against him. He slammed his body into me, with amazing rhythm. Moving in tandem with him completed me. One of his hands held my waist and the other skated my hard nipples. He tweaked and played with them gentle at first and then firm. I moaned harder in response and he dropped his mouth to suck then bite each of them. He moved his mouth to my ear. "You are amazing." He pumped himself into me his face twisting in pleasure. "God, you're fucking tight."

  With his encouragement I came apart again. "Bite me." He complied but not hard enough. "No, Mason. Bite me." My voice neared hysterical. He bit me harder, but that still didn't satisfy me. "Harder please." I yelled. He looked into my eyes measuring how much I meant my words. He gave me one long kiss on my shoulder before his teeth dug into my shoulder so hard I thought he would break the skin. The pain only added to my enjoyment. "Oh, God. I'm going to cum again, Mason."

  I picked up my legs and pulled them back to my face. The angle made everything more intense. He looked down at me in shocked amazement. "Fuck, Claire. You're too hot. I have to slow down."

  I waited a moment longer until sure I was ready. "Finish baby, please. I want you to cum for me." He didn't respond right away, and I screamed. "I'm coming fuck me hard." He obliged me, and I did as I promised. I came around him quivering and twitching. I screamed incoherent versions of his name. He groaned and emptied himself inside me. He moaned louder than I ever thought I would hear him. The unbelievable sexy noise intensified my orgasm.

  After we were done he leaned over top of me trying to keep most of his weight off me. I stayed in the same position with my feet at my forehead. That wasn't much of a stretch when turned on and fucking. Now, that I came twice I didn't think I would be able straighten myself back out.

  He laughed at me. "I like you like this. I may keep you this way." He kissed me, and I yawned in response. "Maybe not then." He said smiling. He gave me a couple of soft pats on the ass. He helped me out of the position. Then he helped me up into my bed. I found the entertained look on his face irritating. The only thing that kept him on my good side was the fantastic sex.

  Once I laid out comfortable, he went to the trash can and threw out his condom. He disappeared for a few minutes. I assumed cleaning himself up, maybe going pee. He came back quickly and climbed in beside me. He pulled me into his arms and wrapped my comforter around the both of us. Once we were tucked in completely he pulled me close to his body holding me. The embrace was more intimate than I expected. "When we wake up, I'm going to make you hold good on that offer, and if you can, make you cum a few more times."

  The idea thrilled me. I smiled against his chest the cat who swallowed the canary as he once accused. The pleasure of our evening together filled me. The aroma floating off his skin was expensive cologne and sweat. The combination filled my senses and overwhelmed me. "Okay" My voice, tired and serene, I took a deep breath, pulling him to the deepest parts of me. I fell into the most peaceful sleep I had in a long time.

  15

  I woke up a few hours later. It was dark outside. I knew without checking that morning was still a while away. I was different. For one thing having sex lifted some of the crazy I experienced. I did need to get laid. Another difference existed that I couldn't attribute to sexual release. Calm and security in myself replaced my doubts. Before the last couple of months, I couldn't ever remember that being true. I believed myself to be more capable than I did in my entire life.

  I rolled over to observe the man sleeping next to me. He was so handsome I couldn't help myself. He was spoiled and imperious but also gentle and sexy. I tried to look at the whole picture. I imagined a very rich, good looking boy, well liked, rejected and forced to change his name. His mom died, and his father imprisoned. I wondered how anyone could survive so much pain. He didn't show any suffering. That couldn'
t be true.

  His thick eyelashes fluttered in his sleep. He appeared to be dreaming. He laid face up. His sculpted chest draped with my duvet. He told me more than once he was used to having his way. Looking at him now it I could see why. I found myself wanting to give him whatever he wanted. I ran my fingers across his chest eliciting a gentle sigh. Something warm and uncontrollable bubbled inside my chest.

  I almost wished he sucked in bed. It would have made my life less complicated, at the very least. He was the best I ever had. It was stupid even thinking it to myself, but he made me orgasm harder than ever before. I feared how irresistible I found him. No one should have this kind of power over me. The thought of our bodies moving together, left me twisted up with too many emotions to describe. Shitty sex would have been less complicated. It might have broken his magic hold on me. I had no luck on that front.

  Falling for a man like Mason Sharp is bad for your health. He could show me things I never imagined. He could crush you if given the opportunity. The downside to seeing so much of the world is you have intimate knowledge of how much there is to miss out on. I didn't see the world. He could smell it on me. It was obvious in my every manner. I was too simple to entertain by comparison. I came from a much smaller world. My world couldn't satisfy someone like him.

  I started to understand the stupidity of letting myself get caught up in this. I knew in a few hours the point would come where he would grow bored of me. I imagined him with his rich friends. I imagined them drinking and playing some rich people game like tennis. In my imagination they were discussing sexual conquests. Mason told a hilarious story about some slut he met on the internet. His rendition of the ad she'd posted cracked everyone up. Everyone laughed with him.

  I didn't know why I did this to myself. I could go from jubilant to deflated in a moment and with no help from outside sources. I tried to shake that image out of my head. He slept as the storm that roiled inside me blew in full force. I wanted to hide even though he couldn't see me. I wanted to curl up and stuff myself somewhere small, a place you might not even look for a person. I wondered who I really hid from. The obvious answer being myself, but what did that mean?

  The implications of such a thought were too complex to deal with. I didn't have any answers. I tired of this constant clueless state. I stayed awake too long thinking bitter things. It was dark for a long time. I didn't have a real sense of time until the sun began to warm the sky. The light touched his features, bathing him in a golden glow.

  He looked ethereal and young. I found myself relaxing under the warmth of his glow. He was innocent of all imagined crimes. I couldn't impose my self-doubt on him. He could be anyone. He could be the most wonderful person I ever knew, or the worst. I made a lot of assumptions about him, but I didn't know him yet.

  I watched him a while longer, trying to stuff away the darkness. He twitched a little and I pretended I didn't stare. He groaned and stretched. The process took a few minutes, but it resulted in an awake Mason. Cheerful green eyes and a winning smile greeted me. He rolled over to me, throwing an easy arm around my waist. "Good morning, beautiful." He pressed his lips sensuously to my shoulder blade.

  I shivered in response. "Good morning."

  "You enjoyed yourself last night."

  "You did." I told him pointedly.

  His grin looked devious. "I did." He agreed. "Making you cum is a great time. I dreamt all night of you returning the favor." He flexed his hips at me with a sexy smile on his face.

  I couldn't help laughing. "You're quite presumptuous." He irritated unconsciously. My thoughts bothered me while he slept.

  "But I drive you crazy." He told me in that charming voice. With all my doubts fresh in my mind he cemented that inadequacy.

  He reached over to touch my face and I pulled away from him. His face crumpled as he realized I was serious. "Listen, I'm sure you can find plenty of girls to give you head. I'm sure most of them will be crazy about you." I got all worked up and huffy. My face heated as the anxiety threatened to boil over.

  I wanted to keep going but he spoke up. "Why would I give a crap what other girls thought about me?" He looked so serious it was hard to keep going, but I managed.

  "For the previously mentioned cock sucking." My voice broke and I tried my best to keep the tears inside my eyes.

  He grabbed my face and tried to force me to look at him. "Hey, hey look at me." He lifted my face, "Silly lady" but I still wouldn't make eye contact with him. "I'm crazy about you too. That is obvious." I looked up into sincere eyes. The soft green reminded me of springtime leaves, new life, and new chances. "How is it obvious?" My voice came out small.

  "Claire, I'm not sure where this is coming from, but I'll tell you something about me. I'm a literal guy. I'm straight to the point and most of the time I get what I want. Take me at my word and take my actions for what they are. I value myself too much to be phony."

  "Really Mr. Harris?" I popped that disbelieving eyebrow at him.

  "Mr. Harris is kind of a joke that got out of hand. I only use it at restaurants. I prefer my reputation not precede me." He seemed tired of the conversation.

  "What reputation? Mason Sharp has no businesses, no professional presence." I sounded rude, but I didn't care.

  "No, he doesn't does he?" He laughed a little and stretched his naked body out on my bed. I tried to ignore how that made me feel.

  "What is so god damned funny, Mason?" I sat up and slapped my hands against the bed. "You leave me twisted up wondering who the hell you are and what the hell you do and it's funny?" I got louder; his face stayed too amused. "What the hell!"

  "Claire, you literally never asked, not even once. This hasn't been a typical relationship thus far." He sat up looking at me with the seriousness I wanted. "I'm a corporate lawyer. I practice under my mom's name because I don't need the negative association of my father's name." He got worked up as he spoke. He might have been mad at me.

  I stared at him with shocked eyes. The warm thing in my chest blooming again. I felt silly, annoyed, turned on. I couldn't make sense of him. "How is it that you infuriate me and endear me to you at the same time?"

  "Infuriate?" He asked with genuine surprise. He forgot whatever he wanted to say, or it became irrelevant.

  "That ego of yours is unreal. Where do you get off?" My voice braided with sarcasm and condescension.

  "My ego is this big because I deserve it. I work hard, and I've worked hard for it. I'm a good person. I am entitled to feel good about myself. You misunderstand me Claire. Especially, if you assume I believe I'm better than anyone else. I don't. But, I'm great and there's nothing wrong with knowing that. You would fair far better in this world if you understood your worth." His eyes were fierce his voice hard. He made a gesturing motion toward my pelvis. And as a point of fact, that is where I get off." He grabbed me by my hair and crushed his mouth to mine. "That mouth is where I want to get off now."

  He held both of his hands at my neck in a way that assured me I was sexy and secure. I gave up fighting him, I didn't want to anyway. I gave up, melted into him and kissed him back with fervor. "Does that mean you decided on this?" He pushed my hand to his cock.

  I grabbed his face shoving my tongue in his mouth and tasting him. I moved my mouth down the stubble on his jaw and chin. I worked down his neck, biting the muscle there. His flavor was distinct salty, and delicious. His chest was beautiful and sculpted, scattered with soft blonde hair, invisible from a distance. His happy trail was only a little darker. I swirled my tongue through the hair there as I made my way to his cock.

  I spent more time appreciating him than the night before. He had one of the nicest cocks I ever saw. The shaft curved nicely. I attributed that to the amazing sensation of being fucked by him. He was covered in my cum. Eventually, my flavor dissipated and his returned.

  I didn't try anything too wild this time. I gave him a good blow job taking him deep and sucking him. I got a good rhythm going eliciting small grunts here and there from h
im. I kept one hand at the base of his shaft and the other around his balls. He made an appreciative noise in the back of his throat.

  I took my hand from around his balls and moved to put a finger up his ass and massage his prostate. The moment my finger touched his cheeks he jumped. He became still like I planned to do something awful to him. "Oh, come on! Really?" I threw my hands up in the air.

  "You aren't putting anything in there, baby."

  I grumbled unhappily to myself and went back to sucking on his cock, giving him the full treatment. "Not even one finger?" I pulled him out a moment later. I wiggled my dainty fingers in front of him and told him in a pleading voice "You'll like it." He half laughed, and half moaned as I pushed him all the way to the back of my throat.

  He grunted and bucked his hips into me. "Stay out of my ass, Claire." I kept sucking and he relaxed falling back into it. His cock got even harder in my mouth. His breathing picked up speed. He fisted his hands in my hair but refrained from shoving it down. "Can I please fuck your face?" I gave him a big thumbs up. "Oh, god." He thrusted his cock deep into my throat. I focused on relaxing my gag reflex as he worked himself into me.

  I loved being used for his pleasure. Superficial tears welled in my eyes and I flooded with wetness. "You're so fucking hot." He told me, as he poured his load down my throat and growled my name. I imagined myself as a goddess as I heard my name twisted up in his orgasm. I swallowed every bit of his cum as he finished with no hesitation. "Yes, baby. Mm, you swallow." His head tipped back in pleasure his abs and chest were rippling in the morning light. It was a real sight to behold.

  "Just returning the favor." I told him as I popped my lips off his cock and wiped my face on the back of my hand.

  "You are too sexy for your own good." He told me pulling me up and into his arms. He wrapped me into a tight hug. "You're also much too good at sucking dick. That was embarrassingly quick." I didn't think it was that quick, but it was nice to know he carried high expectations for his stamina. "Give me ten minutes and I'll fuck you again. If you want." He grinned, impish.