Holy shit. My man had gone crazy. He was power unleashed, the very essence of masculinity.
And I loved it.
Begging and moaning, my body writhed, adoring the rough sex.
The bed groaned underneath us, but it didn’t matter. One of these days, it was going to collapse and we’d probably keep going right through it, barreling through the storm.
Mason began to growl and grunt, balls slapping against my clit with every forceful thrust.
I shrieked with pleasure, pussy already quivering, juices running down my thighs.
It felt so good.
Fuck.
The alpha pounded me harder and harder, almost as if he would never stop, cock twitching inside my ass. And then it happened.
“I’m going to cum!” was my helpless wail. “I’m going to …!”
“Come for me, baby,” he rasped harshly, pulling my hair tight and yanking my head backwards. “Come,” was that deep command. The strain was painful but it did its job. Because in that instant, stars sparked before my eyes. My anus clamped hard on his dick, white-hot pleasure coursing through my veins.
“Ahhhh!” was my scream. “Ah ah ah!”
And with that, Mason grabbed my curvy hips and fucked my bottom furiously, cock plunging deeper into my dark channel. He lost any and all control, a madman howling his possession.
Because oh god, that giant pole exploded, spraying my back hole with scalding goopy white. I whimpered again, loving every second, welcoming the man jism that made me whole.
And this is just the beginning. The start of our love, our life, our forever. We walked the wild side, Mr. Evercore and I, and came out alive on the other side. Our love was born in the most unlikely of places, a federal prison with guards watching our every move.
And yes, there have been obstacles. We’ve faced down challenges that would defeat another couple, hurdles that could take down lesser folk. And both Mr. Evercore and I have changed as a result. He’s grown more flexible, while I’ve becoming more confident and assertive. But mostly, tolerance, respect, and a deep commitment are what binds us together for an everlasting love. Because now, we have the real thing, with a ring on my finger and a baby in the other room. My billionaire, my alpha male, my husband … and walls will never come between us again.
THE END
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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Laney
It was hard to fathom he was a prisoner. The big male looked so out of place among the crowd, maybe because he belonged in my bedroom, cock inside me, thrusting his hips into mine, and making me scream all night long. That’s where he belonged – not some dingy correctional facility.
Fuck, I’ve been staring at him for way too long but I can’t look away. My heart has been beating like a drum from the second I laid eyes on him. It feels like it’ll jump out of my chest at any moment.
Awkwardly, I stumbled back into my speech, trying to ignore the Adonis sitting in the background. It’s impossible. He’s possessed every ounce of my focus like he had weaved a spell around me that was slowly pulling me into his web.
The spell intensified when I found him sitting across from me. His presence alone was enough to turn my mind to mush. I couldn’t concentrate. It was a struggle to remain professional when all I wanted to do was leap across the table and settle myself into his lap. Okay, I wanted to do more than just settle. I wanted to ride him like a dirty cowgirl, bodies moving in perfect sync, moans echoing through the room as nails dig into skin. Just thinking about it made me feel so hot. I had never felt this way before. My lust was so strong that it felt like a fire burning through my belly.
Unable to stand the heat, I shrugged off my blazer. His eyes immediately fell on my chest. They blazed with naughty intentions. Instantly, I pictured his lips around my nipples, sucking them in a hungered frenzy while his hands roam my body. He would know exactly how to touch my body – how to play it like a violin. I could tell this man was an animal in the bedroom. I could almost smell his feral sex. I wanted it. No, I needed it.
Suddenly, it dawned on me that I had been staring at him for way too long. He must think I’m some sort of creep.
“I’m Laney,” I whispered.
“Mason,” he answered, grabbing my hand with a firm grip.
I nearly gasped. My skin tingled from the contact. The sensation crept along my arm before settling inside my chest. There, it transformed into pure, carnal pleasure. Between my legs, the fire grew hotter. If this guy could turn me on from a simple handshake, I could only imagine what would happen if he actually tried to seduce me. I’d be reduced to a puddle. Literally.
“So… tell me a little about yourself,” I asked, trying to keep a professional tone. It’s next to impossible when you’re sitting across the hottest guy you’ve ever seen and all you want to do is talk dirty to him. Oh, the things I’d say...
He started to speak but I can’t remember much of what he said. All I know was that his speech was that of an intelligent man. I drank in his words, getting drunk off each syllable. He had no difficulty in articulating himself. He spoke with ease and fluidity that made me jealous. He never stumbled over his words.
Even though I was the one who was supposed to lead the conversation, he took command. He had me wrapped around his finger, turning me into his listening puppet.
I leaned into him, catching the scent of his manliness. God, it was intoxicating. If I could, I would bottle it up and take it home with me just so I could smell it all night long.
But, what really killed me were those eyes. They seemed to penetrate into my very soul, and when they were combined with a dazzling smile, I found myself helpless to resist him.
Already, I could feel my pussy leaking. It was like his words had unlocked the floodgates inside me. Now, everything was pouring out through the thin fabric of my panties. What a day to wear a thong…
I thought about adjusting my skirt but I rather liked the feeling of my thighs pressed against the hard plastic. Besides, if Mason got a peek of my hiked skirt, I wouldn’t mind. Hell, I’d like it.
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CHAPTER NINETEEN
Laney
As he got closer, my breath hitched in my throat. His fierce gaze kept me rooted in place. I was his prisoner now.
“Oh, please, do whatever you’d like with me,” I thought. Already, my body was reacting to his presence. My back was arched, causing my chest to jut in his direction. My lips were parted, ready to taste his. Believe me, I was ready. So fucking ready.
He seemed to be reading my mind because, in a flash, he had me in his arms. With a hand on the small of my back, he tilted me back. His other hand moved to my thigh, supporting me as our lips collided. He was rough. Very rough. His lips moved with a hungry, dominating appetite that took me by surprise. I knew he would be no gentle lover, but I hadn’t expected this level
of dominance. My lips burned as I struggled to match his passion.
His grip tightened, fingers digging into my flesh.
Suddenly, the dream shifted.
My body was now enveloped by a soft, feathery mattress. I propped myself on my elbow, looking around the bedroom. Mason was nowhere to be seen.
I was about to search for him when I realized my clothing had disappeared, only to be replaced by sexy lingerie. I had worn nothing like it in my entire life. It was so… naughty. My cheeks burned as I toyed with the flimsy material. Soon, I became aware of the string between my cheeks, disappearing into my voluptuous flesh. A thong? My blush deepened. I had never owned anything other than boy-cut panties. A curvy girl like me? We weren’t exactly the target audience for sexy underwear.
Still, there was something about the outfit that made me feel… sexy. It was a feeling I was unaccustomed to. I quite liked it, however.
If only Mason were here, I could show him exactly how sexy I really felt.
Right on cue, his hulking form emerged from the shadows. This time, he was naked. Completely and utterly naked.
Holy shit.
He was big. Scratch that, he was massive.
And he wasn’t even hard yet.
His cock hung half-limp between his legs as he sauntered over, his stride telling everything. He owned the world and he fucking knew it.
Without hesitation, he climbed onto the bed. In an instant, I was pinned under his body, fingers wrapped around my wrists. He growled, perfect teeth flashing like a wolf about to mark his mate.
Fuck.
This was it.
I held my breath, waiting for it, but Mason wasn’t ready to give me my sweet satisfaction just yet. Oh no, he was going to make me work for it. The look in his eye was one of a predator. I was like a mouse, caught under his massive paw. I was helpless and he was going to take total advantage of me – toying with my body until I couldn’t take it anymore.
He started with my lingerie. Slowly, he lowered his head, teeth between my breasts. With a flick of his head, the fabric ripped in half. He snarled right before attacking my breasts, biting and sucking on them. Soon, they were marked. I was marked. I was his.
And he knew it.
Next came my thong. He pulled on it, plucking the G-string from the full moons of my ass. I whimpered, the pain and pleasure of the moment mixing together in such a way that it left me breathless.
His eyes blazed.
He liked it when I moaned.
So he pulled even harder.
I yelped, hips lifting into the air as my body gave itself up to his. I was so fucking horny. It felt like if he didn’t plunge into me this fucking instant, I would lose my mind.
“Mason,” I begged, my bottom lip quivering. “Please…” I couldn’t believe it. I was actually begging this man to fuck me. What was going on? What had gotten into me? I had never acted this way before, but I was no longer in control – this was hormonal – instinctual – it was fucking feral.
He just smirked, a slow, sinister smirk before he finally tore the tiny triangle of fabric right off my body.
I gasped.
Before I could settle back down on the mattress, he grabbed me by the hips, pulled me close, and plowed right through my virginity. There was no ceremony about it. He just lined it up and plunged right in.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
My nails dug into his arms, my back arching, my lips stuck in a permanent ‘o.’
He was so fucking big. Oh, my, God. I was afraid he would rip me in half. He was too big.
But Mason didn’t seem to think so because he was already thrusting in and out of me, building up the tempo, faster and faster. He grunted and growled, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of my neck as he ravished my body, claiming it as his own.
Our movements synced, my every nerve ending exploding with pleasure. It felt so good. No, more than good. It was fucking amazing.
My moans echoed through the room, begging for it.
“Don’t stop!”
And he didn’t.
Even after my first, earth-shattering orgasm, he kept going. It looked like he had no intention of ever stopping. He just kept going faster and faster with the stamina of a madman.
Fuck.
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CHAPTER TWENTY
Mason
Laney gasped, her eyes nearly bugging out of her head when she saw me, her hand hidden between her legs.
“What are you doing?” I questioned, stepping into the small space. “Up to something naughty, are we?” I towered above her, looking down at her, a wild, hungry glint in my eyes. “Do you know what happens to naughty little girls?”
“H-H-How did you get in here?” She stammered, finally pulling her hand away. Her fingers were soaked. Subtly, she tried to wipe them on her skirt, but all she managed to do was create wet streaks that only heightened my excitement.
She was playing with fire and if she wasn’t careful, she would soon get burned.
“S-S-Sir… this is highly inappropriate…” She tried to cling onto the illusion of professionalism, even now, with her legs wide open and her panties on full display. Even as her voice tried to say ‘no’, her body was screaming ‘yes, yes, yes’ and I had never been one to disappoint.
Before she could protest any further, I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her into a kiss. Our lips collided in a passionate, rough explosion. It seeped through every inch of my body, fueling my lust.
There was no stopping me now.
My tongue barged into her mouth, tangling with hers.
She moaned.
Oh, she was asking for it.
I kissed her harder, biting on her bottom lip and tugging on it.
She moaned even louder.
I pulled away for a second, giving her the time to breathe before I pulled her right back in. Already, I was addicted to her. Our lips danced their erotic dance, getting hot and heavy as I slammed her into the wall, bodies locked.
She pressed her hips against mine, silently begging for it.
I smirked into the kiss.
Patience, sweet Laney, patience.
She was getting more comfortable with the kiss, her inhibitions slowly melting away. Her tongue freely tangled with mine, teasing and toying with me. Oh, she was a minx alright.
I dominated her being, lips smashing against hers, cock grinding into her thighs, hands roaming her body. I couldn’t get enough of her. I wanted everything all at once.
Finally, I pulled away, leaving her breathing hard.
Before she could compose herself, I got down on my knees and hiked up her skirt. I breathed in deep, her smell wafting from behind her panties. The wet spot covered nearly every inch of the thin fabric. “You really are a naughty girl, aren’t you?” I teased, hooking my thumb into the waistband. “And naughty girls don’t need panties…” With a smirk, I ripped them right off her body, tossing them to the side. She wouldn’t need them again.
Fuck.
And just when I thought she couldn’t get any more irresistible, I come face to face with her well-groomed pussy. A strip of light brown pubic hair covered her mound, curly and cute. My hunger deepened.
Without hesitation, I leaned down, tugging on a few strands with my teeth.
She cried out, her back arching with the sensation, but at the same time, her fingers tangled into my hair, tugging on it, pulling me closer.
I pulled harder.
This time, she moaned.
Wanting to make her moan even louder, I flicked my thumb across her clit, toying with the engorged piece of flesh.
“Fuck… Sir…,” she panted.
Oh yeah. It was happening now.<
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Unable to control myself any longer, I dove right in, letting my tongue penetrate her hole. I lapped at her juices like an addict getting a hit for the first time in months. As soon as that first drop touched my tongue, I was hooked. You couldn’t pry me away with a crowbar. She tasted too good to stop.
So, I kept at it, licking and probing and sucking, playing her like a violin until a symphony of moans emerged from her lips.
Her juices flowed like a river. I savored every drop.
“Fuck!” She screamed once more. “Faster… please…”
As you wish, Laney.
My tongue moved in and out of her at a breakneck pace, twisting this way and that. My hands gripped her thighs for leverage, getting deeper and deeper.
And then, my tongue brushed something deep inside.
I slowed.
What the hell?
She whimpered in reaction, pulling my hair in a desperate plea to get me to continue. Her hips bucked, pussy grinding into my face, smearing her juices all over.
Still, I ignored her, too fascinated by my discovery.
With my nose pressed against her mound, I pushed in as deep as I could go, the tip of my tongue pressing against that same thing again.
Aw shit.
Laney was a virgin.
My fingers tightened around her thighs. So, my little brown sparrow had never been with a man before. How interesting.
Knowing how sensitive it would be, I began to lick her hymen in fast little circles.
This drove her absolutely wild. She threw her head back and moaned in ecstasy, her body quivering.
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