Mason's Winter

by C. M. Steele

  “Mason, holy shit, I’m…I’m…I’m coming,” she shouts, squeezing her thighs together and thrusting her hips up against my greedy mouth.

  I pull my fingers out and suck her sweetness off them as I smile up at her. “The way you cry out makes me want to keep you coming.”

  “I agree,” she stutters with her lip shaking. I move up her perfect body, tasting and nipping my way to her mouth. I crush my face to her, slamming my tongue inside, letting her taste herself. She moans, and I have to fuck my kid into her. There’s no more waiting. I get up from the bed and pull off the rest of my clothes. My pre-cum covered cock bobs against my stomach attracting her eyes to it. Damn, I want to put this big fucker between her lips and watch her suck me down. I stroke myself as I line up my cock to her tiny entrance.

  “It’s time to make you mine.”

  “I’m already yours.”

  “Good, because there’s no fucking going back,” I state, kissing her while I thrust past her barrier. She’s mine and only mine. I don’t stop, but I slow down and lazily let her get used to me. “I’m sorry I had to hurt you, but at the same time selfishly enjoying it. You’re mine, Winter.”

  “It’s getting better.” I continue the steady slow pace because my balls are full as fuck and ready to blow if I don’t think of something else. I can’t fucking take my mind off the way her sweet, tiny womb is holding onto my cock for dear life, coaxing my load from me. I crush her mouth again, lifting her thigh over my waist and pick up the pace.

  “Baby, I’m going to have to make it up to you because I can’t hang on much longer. You’re too damn sexy. Eating your pussy is permanently on my dessert menu. Fuck this,” I say, pulling out and dropping back down her slick cunt, sucking on her gorgeous pussy until she’s grinding her hips around me, feeling my last warning before I come, I push back into her pussy and we both grunt.

  “I’m coming again, damn it,” she moans clawing on my biceps. I give her one last thrust, shooting jets of cum into her unprotected womb, breeding my woman.

  “Winter, thank you for my early Christmas present. I want to unwrap it every night.” I start to get off the bed because I need to run her a bath. I’m sure I tore her little pussy apart.

  “Ooh, I’d like that. Where are you going?”

  “I’m going to start the bath for you.”

  “Are you trying to tell me I smell?” she teases.

  “No, but I’m guessing you’re pretty sore.”

  “I am, but you don’t have to.”

  “I will always take care of you. Besides, I’m a bit selfish. If you’re too sore tomorrow. How will I get to claim you all over again?”

  “And I can’t let you suffer. Go now, run my bath,” she orders with an air of superiority. I start her bath and get the towels ready. She doesn’t have any clothes besides the ones she wore here until morning, so I’ll dig out some of mine. Or else, I’ll be trying to fuck her all night.

  She comes into the bathroom with the sheet covering her, but I yank it off. “No need for modesty, Winter. Seeing you naked is like heaven.” I crush our mouths together, both of us naked again.

  “Join me,” she moans as my stiff length presses on her belly. I adjust it and rub it across her slit. Back and forth as I kiss her, she rides me, rocking her pussy along the shaft, soaking it with her need. I want to give it a little nudge and take her, but I don’t want to break her goodies. “Mas…Mason,” she stammers, trembling as she gets closer. “Please make me come.”

  I reach between us and use my thumb to stroke her aching nub. She cries out, coming for me. It’s all I need because I’m coming too. I jerk off, spraying her mound and belly with my cum. She slides her fingers over the sticky mess I made on her, bringing them to her mouth and sucking off my seed.

  A moan of satisfaction comes from her pretty lips. Then she drops to her knees and takes my cock in her hand, then wraps her mouth around my tip cleaning off my cum. Fuck, I’m getting harder by the second she’s going to make me cum. “You keep that up, and I’m going to fill you with another load, Winter.” She smiles up at me, pleased with herself.

  “I want it. I want my dessert, too.”

  “Good God, I fucking don’t know what I did to deserve you, but please continue, Winter.” I grab her hair roughly and help guide her. She may come off as confident in her words, but she’s not as confident in her movements. Fuck, she can’t do it wrong at all, but my woman needs reassurance. “That’s it, take me as deep as you can.” She gags a little, and that only causes me to throb in her mouth. “Do you like that you’ve got me at your mercy, Winter?” She says something mumbled on my cock. I pull her off. “What did you say?”

  “Yes, I do,” she answers, a little bit of spit dribbling off her lips.

  “Good girl, now finish what you started, and I’ll eat you out until you fall asleep.” Her thighs clench closed on the floor, and she opens her mouth wide. I drag my cock over her teeth, then start pumping until I’m coming down her throat.

  I help her to her feet, then kiss the fuck out of her. “Now get your ass in the bath before your water gets cold.”

  “Join me.”

  “No, I’m jumping in the shower. I’m not falling for that shit again. I’m supposed to be taking care of you.” I swat her ass, then help her in before taking my own shower.

  We passed out an hour later after I kept my promise twice over.

  Chapter 10

  Mason

  I watch her sleep, feeling like the world is right. My phone had three messages on it from Grable and his daughter, but after the way they treated Winter, they’ll get a call back when I feel like it, and it’ll only be to get a piece of my mind. I turn it off and slide back into the bed with my love, she immediately rests on my chest in her sleep. I can’t even understand how much this means to me.

  When we wake up, the sun is shining, and there’s another light dusting of snow on top of the older layers. I roll over and drag Winter in my arms. “Good morning, beautiful,” kissing her lightly.

  “Morning. Do you have coffee here?”

  “Yes.” The buzzer rings for the front gate. I check my phone that’s connected to the gate and it’s the movers. Shit, I forgot about them. “Baby, slip on your clothes; the movers are here with your things.” I go downstairs, sliding on my pajama pants and a tee shirt before picking up our coats and shoes from the front door and opening it.

  “Put everything in the living room. We’ll sort it out,” I tell the lead mover.

  “Sure thing, Mr. Hunt. I’m Morris. Um, but can I have a word with you in private?”

  “Yes, Morris, come in the kitchen.”

  “What’s going on?” I ask as soon as the kitchen door closes.

  “We found a tracker inside one of her things. It was interfering with our signal in the truck, and we had to pull over. It’s still in my truck, but we’re going to take it with us, so they don’t come back here.”

  “Have you told James?” I ask, needing to get a hold of him about this.

  “Yes, he told me to tell you in private. The plan was his idea.” That’s a good thing. I can’t believe they would do that. Did that bitch get home right after the scene in the restaurant? It’s very likely, and she went on a tirade.

  “That’s a great idea. Well, I’ll be waiting to see, but let me know if you have some woman or older man creeping around.”

  “Sure.” A knock on the kitchen door interrupted us.

  “Boss, we’re done,” a worker says from behind the door.

  “Thanks. I’m coming,” he says. “Mr. Hunt, we’ll keep you up-to-date.”

  “Thanks, Morris.” I walk them out and lock up, making sure the gate is locked, and there’s no one lurking. I have a strange feeling that Ms. Grable is a little more vindictive than I gave her credit for.

  When I come back in, Winter is going through her things. “Is everything here?” She’s looking at a small photo in her hand. I can see that it’s her father.

  “Mostly
.” She is lost to the picture.

  “Is there anything important that you want me to go and get from them?” Her eyes met mine, and I can see that she’s on the verge of tears.

  “No, nothing. They kept the expensive gifts my mom picked out for Christmas or my birthdays that he paid for.”

  Pulling her close to me, I remind her, “It’s still yours, but if you don’t want to bother, that’s fine too.”

  She shakes her head, then looks up with me without pain and says, “I don’t. All of that stuff was in my jewelry box because my mom only bought that stuff to show me off. It wasn’t because she loved me.”

  “Do you want to talk about that?” I want to know how she feels so I can make it better. This is a big deal; most mothers love their children unconditionally even if they have moments where they don’t like us very much. My mom would attest to that. In fact, her voicemail last night reminded me of that. She told me I better be working on nailing my baby mama since I’m too busy to answer for her. I quietly sent her a text back last night. I’m trying, but you’re killing the mood. Call you tomorrow.

  “There’s not much to say. She’s a selfish person who looks out for her needs. I came from her first marriage. My dad died in a work accident, so she got a huge settlement, and then when the money ran dry, she refused to do anything but look for the next man with money to chase.”

  “I’m sorry about that. We can’t pick our parents, but luckily, we can learn from them and not make their same mistakes. What about your father?”

  “Oh, he was loving. Every week we’d have a father-daughter date in the city. I was ten when he died. He’s the reason I’m named Winter,” she finishes just as her stomach rumbles. She giggles and covers her stomach with her hands.

  “Really. This is a story I’d love to hear, but first, let's get some coffee and breakfast.” We go into the kitchen and set up the things we need for some pancakes and eggs. I point out where she can get the coffee things.

  Her stomach rumbles again, and I tease, “Hey keep your hangry monster under control. Food is coming soon.”

  “Well, it seems I had a great workout last night.”

  “That we did, and we will again as soon as we get that monster settled down.”

  “Seems your monster needs to settle too,” she says, pointedly staring at my cock which is hard against my pajama pants.

  “Get used to it. You’ve awakened a beast.” She walks past me and runs her hand over my bulge, giggling while I groan. “Breakfast is almost done,” I tell her, ignoring the tease because I’m about to bend her over and pin her to the table with my cock.

  She looks around and finds the plates, setting them up on the breakfast bar. Just as we’re digging in, my phone rings. It’s my mother. “Good morning, Mom.”

  “It’s noon. I hope that’s a good sign,” she answers.

  “Yes, it is, but, woman, that’s enough of that talk. How are you doing?”

  “I’m great. I called because I want to meet this woman. How long have you been dating her?” she questions.

  “It’s new, but she and I have some Christmas decorating to do today, so you’ll have to wait. Maybe tomorrow,” I say, looking at Winter who’s smile spreads.

  “You don’t have Christmas decorations.”

  “I know, we don’t, but I’m going to buy some today.”

  “We? This is serious, isn’t it?” she squeals.

  “Like I said, it’s a good sign. I love you, and we’ll do dinner tomorrow night.” Winter is eating and blushing. Clearly, she heard my mother’s enthusiasm over the phone.

  “Your mother?”

  “Yes, sorry about that. I told you she was a bit relentless in the grandbaby area.”

  “Wow, that’s wonderful.” I can see the pleasure in her eyes, knowing that not every mother is unfeeling. Mine is a lovely nutcase with a heart of gold.

  “So, we need to do some Christmas shopping. Do you want a real or fake tree?”

  “A real one if we can. I’ve never had one. We had the best of the best artificial ones, but never an actual Christmas Tree.”

  “Okay, let’s eat and go before it gets dark. I want to pick out the best.”

  “I don’t know if we’re going to find one this late in the season.”

  “Then we’ll have to rope together a bunch of Charlie Brown trees.”

  “Sounds like fun.”

  We finish, then she finds some clean clothes to wear while I get dressed.

  “What about all of this?” she asks, pointing to her pile of clothes and three boxes of belongings.

  “We’ll move it to the bedroom right now if you want, but it can wait until tomorrow, so we don’t miss the light. It’s already almost one. The sun will be down in three hours.”

  “Let’s wait then.” We bundle up because it’s already a blustery day out. I take her hand and lead her to my SUV since we have a lot of shopping to do. I Google local tree farms, and then we pick one that’s supposed to be the best in Will County. It takes twenty minutes to get there, but they can deliver the tree for us.

  “Oh my, they have some of the biggest trees.”

  “We have room for one of the largest that they have. So what kind are you looking for.”

  “They’re really expensive the bigger they are. Maybe we should stick with a smaller one.” I spin her around to face me and tell her, “Winter, I don’t want to hear any more of that nonsense. I’m loaded and loaded twenty times over. What is the point of all of it if I don’t spend it on the woman I love.”

  “You love me?”

  “I thought it was obvious. I’m hopelessly in love with you Winter.”

  “I love you too,” she squeals, throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me in the row of trees. Talk about a memory I’ll never forget. My hearts racing.

  “Holy hell, it’s like one degree out here, and you’re hard.”

  “I told you nothing can keep him down when you’re in my arms. Now let’s find our tree before I take you under one of them.”

  “Hey, save that for when you have it in your house already,” another buyer teases, winking at me.

  “That’s a great idea. Thanks.”

  “No problem,” he remarks, walking off hand in hand with his woman.

  A half an hour later, we picked a large spruce that had to be twelve feet tall and eight feet wide. We’re going to need a lot of decorations.”

  “We’ll have it delivered in the morning tomorrow.”

  “That works perfectly.”

  Chapter 11

  Winter

  Wow, it’s been too amazing of a day, but my feet hurt. We hit up Target and several other stores in the Naperville shopping area, getting tons of decorations. “Fall asleep, babe. I know you’re tired. We spent the entire day out. It was already nine. I’m sorry I kept us out all day, but I never liked shopping until today.”

  “Me either.”

  “Good, now let’s get our things inside and you into bed,” he offers, but I haven’t forgotten that all my belongings are all strewn about the living room.

  “We still have all my things in the living room.”

  “That’s fine. I’ll take them up while you go lay down.”

  “You need to stop spoiling me,” I tell him. Although from the scowl he’s giving me, I doubt that will happen.

  “Never.” He helps me out of the car and leads the way into the house with a dozen bags. This is all too much. It’s been so long since someone cared about my happiness. I’m not sure I could handle it if he ever stopped. I follow along with a hope in my heart that I haven’t had since my father died.

  We get inside, and he sets the bags down on the coffee table. Before I know what’s happening, I’m in his arms being cradled and carried up the stairs. “Whoa,” I gasp, clutching onto his neck. I’m tiny compared to him, but he caught me off guard.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I thought I made it clear. You’re going to get some sleep. We have a busy d
ay of decorating tomorrow, then dinner with my mom. You’re going to need all the rest you can get.”

  “Don’t ever break my heart.”

  “Not going to happen.” He tucks me in the bed after slipping off my boots and taking off my jeans.

  ***

  I wake up to the sun shining and Mason sleeping on his back in only a pair of boxers which is tented. A wicked thought crosses my mind. I slide down the bed quietly, then grab the waistband and lower it until his cock pops out. Wow, my pussy is tingling to climb him and ride his long, thick shaft, but this isn’t for me. I cup the base of his dick, then lick around the tip. A bead of cum lands on my tongue, and a moan escapes my lips. Then I wrap my mouth around his cock, learning how to satisfy him.

  A growl comes from his mouth, then I feel his hand on my head. “Winter, I’m going to come, baby. Fuck, suck me.” It spurs me on. I bob up and down, taking him deeper than I had before. He bends forward, then pulls me off and lifts me to straddle him. He doesn’t bother to take off my drenched panties. Instead, he pushed them to the side with one of his thick fingers and then slides me down his huge cock.

  We are both sitting up as I start to ride his cock. “Good morning,” he moans, cupping my face and bringing his mouth to mine. “I love you, Winter.”

  “I love you,” I whimper as he slips one hand down to my breasts and squeezes. I’m closer than I thought I was. My movements become erratic, but Mason, now that he’s awake, takes the lead.

  He sucks my breast into his mouth, and I’m clenching around his cock like a vice as I come on him. A deep chesty growl rips from his throat before he flips me onto my back, and pumping into me with rapid, fluid thrusts until streams of his seed fill my womb. Thinking about having his baby causes my pussy to pulse and take all he has to give.