I stood before the chair. It was the first time Mason had to look up at me. He was eye level with my breasts. He didn’t have to touch me to have my body engaged.
Slowly, his hands reached for mine. He took them and placed them to his shoulders. Then he reached for my pants.
No, no, no, no…
I was helpless to him.
I shut my eyes as he opened my pants. His strong hands then gripped around the top of my pants and pulled.
“I can tell you stories that will give you nightmares,” he whispered. His hot breath hit my stomach and moved down. “I know pain, Violet. I know loss. I know heartache even. You don’t want any of that…”
“From you, about you, yes,” I whispered back to him. “Mason…”
I felt his mouth touch my skin. Just below my stomach, but above my slit. That soft and tender skin, making me shiver. Then came the tip of his tongue. Moving down and curling, pulling right at the start of my slit. Working magic left to right and finding my clit with ease. My hands grabbed his shoulders as he flicked against me. I moved to my toes, giving him more room to taste me.
Then Mason pulled away. He sat back in the chair and looked up at me. He purposely licked his lips slowly, driving me insane with the sexual power he had over me.
“So you want to hear it all from me?” he asked.
My body ached to be had. My heart was more confused than my mind.
I held his shoulders tight, between my thighs I shivered, my wetness growing by the second.
I glanced over at the roses on the counter.
I thought about him breaking into my apartment. Calling the cops on himself. Setting all this up to have all my attention.
“Tell me,” I said.
“When I was a kid, Violet, my parents were killed.”
His hands slowly slid my pants and panties down even more. I then stepped out of my own clothes as he continued to talk.
“I guess I was a normal kid,” he said. “A normal life. Normal family. Well, at least to me it was. See, I had a real dad, at least that’s what I called him. He left a long time ago. So I had a new dad. But I had a family.” Mason looked up at me. His hands slid around and cupped my ass. I was in love with his touch. “They went out for a night to be adults… and they never came back, Violet. They never fucking came back.”
“Jesus, Mason,” I said. “I’m so…”
His right hand cut up between my legs, touching me. He stole my remaining words as I gasped. Two fingers curled, spreading me open, thrusting inside me.
“No,” he growled. “I don’t accept anyone’s sorry’s. Ever.”
He dug his fingers deeper, twisting them. My knees bent and I thrust, seeking relief.
I pushed at his shoulders, but he grabbed my ass with his left hand harder, keeping me in place.
His fingers explored me, sliding in and out. The apartment was then quiet enough that I could hear it. My own wetness. The damp sound of his fingers sliding in and out of my pussy. His fingers were long and thick, and they felt so good. But they were nothing compared to his cock. A cock I wanted.
I looked down at him.
I made the decision. Right there. Right then.
I nodded.
“Why are you nodding?” Mason asked.
“I want you,” I said. “Inside me. I want to give it to you, Mason.”
He took his fingers out of me and put his hands at his sides.
Now it was my chance to make a move.
I climbed on the chair, on top of him, straddling him. My legs wide open, my hips rocking out of need. I grabbed for his zipper, but Mason grabbed my hand and ripped it away.
“No,” he said.
“No?”
His right hand returned between my legs again. Two fingers tight together and rubbing against my clit.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
“That’s right,” he said. “You’re going to come all over my fingers and give me something sweet to take home.”
“Take me home tonight,” I yelled out. “Fuck, Mason!”
He dug his fingers hard, twisting more. I swore he was going to hurt me, but there was no pain. It was just intense waves of pleasure. Over and over and over.
He released his hold on my lower back with his left hand and grabbed at my shirt. Ripping it up, his fingers cut under my bra, and he kept going. I put my head back, feeling my breasts fall free.
“Hold your fucking shirt up,” he ordered me.
I peeled one of my hands from his shoulders and did as he said.
His large hand spread across my back and he pulled me close to him. His mouth engulfed my left breast, his angry mouth suckling hard, fast, his teeth scrapping against sensitive skin, tugging against my nipple, making me cry out, mouth opening wide, taking my entire breast into his mouth again.
At the same time, his fingers danced an evil dance between my legs. My clit ached as my hips bucked. I had officially lost all control of my body, my mind… maybe even my heart.
I still hated Mason… but I loved when he touched me. Only when he touched me.
“Mason!” I cried out as the pulsing began.
My climax was seconds away and Mason wasn’t going to let up for a second.
He took me to the edge and jumped off with me. His fingers still going, his mouth still tasting my breast. He was owning me and I was allowing it to happen. Yet I couldn’t fight it.
As I came all over him I looked to the roses again.
That really bothered him… that someone only brought me one flower. And it was some cheap flower at that. So Mason went and got a dozen roses and put them in my apartment.
His fingers slid toward me and then inside me. I shut my eyes, feeling the pressure as I throbbed against his touch. His mouth kissed one more time, pulling away with a wet sound. I felt his nose nuzzle my other breast, over my nipple a few times. Then he grabbed me by the waist and held me down against him.
I was out of breath and he was grinning with that cocky face and those cute dimples.
I was still throbbing, my hips gently rocking. I could feel the swell of his cock pressing against his jeans.
“Mason, I want to,” I said.
“The worst part of it all was when I had to go back to school,” he said.
“What?”
“After they died. Everything changed so fast. The one thing that I figured could have been the same was school. But you know what? Everyone looked at me different. Friends. Their parents. Everyone was sad around me. Like I was sick or something. One day a kid cut in line at lunch. So I punched him right in face. And it felt good to do.”
I felt his hands gripping my waist tighter. I could feel the anger and the hurt rising up inside him.
“Mason… you don’t…”
“And I didn’t get in trouble,” he said. “They blamed it on my parents dying. Even that kid’s parents, when they came to the school, they blamed their kid for cutting. I had power. I had release. Relief. I could grieve in my own way. That’s where it all started, Violet.”
“Where what started?” I asked.
“The hate.”
“Your hate?”
“No, babe. The hate for me. I made everyone hate me. I made the world hate me. Because it felt good to be hated.” Mason then stood up, without warning, holding me as he did so. He slid me up his body so we were eye level. I was naked from the waist down still. “Do you know why?”
“Why?” I whispered.
“Because it’s the best way to live in life. They all hate me so they don’t feel sorry for me. And so when I’m gone they don’t feel the loss and the pain. Plus, no words can ever bring back what was taken from me. Ever.”
His hands were even tighter.
I winced and sucked in a breath.
I grabbed at Mason’s shoulders, tighter, digging my nails through the hoodie and his shirt. I wanted to make him feel pain. Like we were going to outdo each other.
“The roses?” I asked.
“I al
ready fucking told you,” he said. “A cheap little red flower? Fuck that. You get roses, Violet.”
“You know that’s sort of a romantic gesture.”
“Fuck romance,” Mason said. “Stick to hate and lust. It’s easier that way.”
“Maybe I don’t want to hate anymore. And lust…”
“Your tits are too small,” Mason said.
“What?”
“You heard me. They’re too small.”
I put my hands to his chest and pushed, wanting to break away.
Then he grinned. “See? Hate is so much better.”
“You’re right. I hate you.”
Mason started to walk. “Good.” He turned and pushed me off him, dropping me to the couch. Then he dropped down before me, grabbing my legs. “For the record, your tits are perfect. And so is your sweet pussy. I’m going to pop your cherry, Violet, but when I say so. Not you.”
I opened my mouth to fight back, but Mason stole my words with his tongue.
He didn’t kiss my mouth to do that.
He kissed between my legs.
I grabbed the couch and held on for dear life.
It was going to be a long night.
19
Play Time
(Mason)
I officially unleashed something inside Violet. She crawled across my bed on her hands and knees, wearing nothing, her eyes dead set at getting to my dick. I opened my jeans for her and pushed them down, letting my hard rod pop free. She grabbed, jerked, and then latched her mouth to my dick like it was a lifesaving device. I ran a hand through her hair to the back of her head and thrust forward. I loved the face she made when I tested her mouth and its delicate limits.
This was what we’d become.
All it took was one text message to her… Play time
It was either her place or mine.
There was no talking.
Just touching. Tasting. Me teasing the fuck out of her as her body ached for my cock. I don’t think a woman had ever wanted it so bad before. Rightfully so, I guess, since it was going to be her first time.
Plus, I liked her this way.
Her sweet little lips sliding up and down my shaft. Sucking hard. Her hand pumping at the root of my cock. Amazing how fast she picked up her own little style and routine of sucking me. It was damn good enough that I didn't give a shit about other women. That was historic. They’d print that shit in textbooks and teach kids about it in schools for sure. The moment in time when Mason stuck with one chick.
At least for now.
There was no future with me and Violet. She would go off to better things in life. I wasn’t going to be the guy that kept breaking her heart. For now, I’d make her come and scream my name. Then I’d break her heart, just once, and she’d move on.
Speaking of coming…
I grabbed Violet’s soft hair and pulled her off my dick. I loved the way my cock shined with her spit.
“Turn around, babe,” I said.
I saw her eyes light up.
The conversation had come up a few times in the last couple weeks. She reassured me a hundred times over that she was on the pill. That she trusted me enough to take me when I was ready. She all but literally begged for my cock to slam into that tight cunt of hers. And for me, I just loved the game. I loved the control.
I loved her ass too.
I touched her ass, feeling her smooth skin. I spread her open and looked at her. Her pink slit was beautiful. That little flower that I was going to eventually destroy.
Not tonight though.
I moved my hands to the front of her legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. She let out a yell and hurried to look back at me.
I came forward and grabbed my dick. I placed the bottom of my shaft to her right ass cheek. I slid down and around to the back of her leg. Then I moved to the inside of her thigh. I locked my eyes to hers. She bit her lip. She was ready. So goddamn ready.
I lifted my cock and felt the heat pouring from her body. I then placed the top of my shaft against her wet folds. I moved my dick left to right against her.
“Oh, shit,” she purred. “Mason… yes…”
I pulled back a little and felt the swell on the head of my cock touch her sweet center. Her hole puckered against my tip. I was right there and all it took was one fucking thrust to end it all. To rip her open, take away the stigma of being a virgin at her age, and feel that impossible clenching as her cunt tried to understand how something as big as me could fit inside her.
My hand stroked hard and fast at my root. We had been going at it for almost an hour now. I’d tasted her entire body. I’d made her come twice. She played with my dick, my sack, clawing at my chest, kissing my stomach muscles, and fucking driving me insane. Bringing her to this point.
Here I was in a world of temptation and I was going to hold off. Because of the look on Violet’s face. How desperate she was. How the innocence poured from her. I used to have that kind of innocence, but it was taken way too early in life.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
I pulled away and slapped my cock against her ass. I thrust forward and put my legs against hers. And I jerked myself.
My left hand grabbed at the left side of her body and I held her close.
“Get ready,” I warned. “You’re finishing this.”
“Mason… I want you…”
“Shut up and do what I say,” I growled.
I didn’t want to sound mean, but I couldn’t stand the shit feelings rolling through me. I couldn’t let anything happen between me and her.
I felt my load building, easing into my shaft. My cock tingled, ready to explode with creamy delight. And my target was Violet’s back. Smother that innocent skin with the devil’s spit.
I released my hold on my dick and grabbed her side. I was now holding her, her ass pressing against my throbbing balls, my hard rod sticking out and up, veins throbbing, ready to go.
Violet quickly reached back and grabbed me. Her soft little hand stroked right over the head of my cock. That was all it took. She jerked me and I started to come. I grunted and thrusted, watching streams of my cum flying through the air and land on her back. I was painting a sloppy picture of lust.
I started to rock her, pushing and pulling, imagining my cock inside her. Feeling her legs and ass smashing against my legs and my balls. I kept coming. She kept stroking me. Her hand was a sticky mess, webbed fingers of my jizz.
“Oh, fuck, Mason,” she groaned.
I slid my left hand around and down, not stopping until I touched her clit one more time. I brought my body forward and down, almost touching her. I was able to kiss her in our position and it was fucking filthy and delicious at the same time.
I broke the kiss and rubbed my nose to hers.
“Why?” she whispered. “Why won’t you fuck me?”
“It’s a matter of when, Violet,” I said. “You need to be afraid. You need to hate me when it happens. You cannot fall for me.”
Her mouth opened and she sighed.
My finger kept playing at her clit.
I started kissing her again. I lowered my body to hers, feeling my own cum smother between us like jelly. I didn’t give a shit. I brought out the vixen in Violet and she found a way to bring out a wilder side in me.
She’s was doing something that only one other woman had ever done to me… making me feel whole.
I flipped through Dicky’s latest design on a three-wheel ride. It was for a guy who served in Vietnam and worked his ass off with soldiers present day when they were leaving to fight and when they came back home. He had a long ass beard that touched the seat of the motorcycle when he rode. He lived like a bad ass even though he had a limp, could barely move the throttle, and had to ride with three wheels.
“These are brilliant,” I said. “I like the third one.”
“Me too,” Dicky said.
“Should we give him a call?” Hunter asked.
I leaned back into my chair and looked arou
nd the office. “No. Just go with the third.”
“Without opinion?” Dicky asked. “Shit, we’re dealing with that Leo thing…”
“No,” I said. “I gave the order, Dicky. Now go talk to the guys and get this moving. I want it done as soon as possible. A guy like Chet doesn’t want to ride with windows and a roof.”
“I’m on it,” Dicky said.
He left the office and Hunter shut the door.
“He has a point,” Hunter said. “The Leo thing.”
“What thing?”
“He’s causing a stir. He’s got a lawyer. You hit him, Mason.”
“Fuck that,” I said. “He was threatening my employees. He brought someone with him. I was endangered. I hit him once to get him out of here.”
“If he sues…”
“The ride for Chet,” I said, changing the course of thought. “That’s on me. I want that bill.”
“What?”
“I’m covering it.”
“We don’t do charity.”
“This isn’t charity, Hunter. I’ll personally cut a check to my own company to pay for the work.”
Hunter was shocked. “What… where is this coming from?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “Guy fought in a wicked war. He does shit for soldiers. I don’t get what that life is like, but he does. It’s the least we could do.”
“What are you thinking then?” Hunter asked. “Bring in the news or stream it live as we give him his ride back?”
“No. It doesn’t have to be a fucking event. I’m not doing this for the cameras.”
“So then why? From the goodness of your heart?”
“Maybe.”
“Since when do you have a heart?”
I pushed my hands to the desk and stood up. “I have no heart.”
“You just said…”
“Forget what I said,” I yelled. “Get out of my office, Hunter. Go find something to work on.”
“Mason, you should seriously consider talking to your lawyer. Try to hit this Leo thing before it becomes something big. Just in case.”
“I’ll take that under consideration. Now get out of here.”
Hunter left the office. I turned and faced one of the posters on the wall. I put my pointer finger to the picture, sliding over the woman’s huge, fake breast. I licked my lips, gritting my teeth. That’s what I needed. Some good strange…
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