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into fists as he found what he was
looking for, rocking his hips forward and sliding his cock deep into me. I
heard his sharp intake of breath, felt the way his fingers dug into my hips,
and knew he was far closer to coming than he wanted to be. I smiled, closing my
eyes and rhythmically squeezing the muscles of my pussy.
    “Ohhh god,” he moaned, his grip tightening. “You brat!”
    “Feel good?” I teased, squeezing faster, harder, trying to mimic the hard
flutter of my orgasm. He groaned in response, pulling out almost completely,
leaving just the head of his cock at the opening of my pussy.
    “Are you determined to make me come?”
    “Eventually.” I reached back to feel him, slick and hard.
    “It’s gonna be sooner rather than later if you keep that up.”
    My hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently. “Come all you want, we’ll
make more.”
    “Brat,” he said again, slapping my ass and making me squeal. I giggled as
he turned me onto my back, but then my mouth was too full to do much of
anything else except suck his cock. He knelt over me and fed me his dick, inch
by delicious inch. When I’d caught a good rhythm, he let his hips do the work, fucking
my mouth, his thumbs grazing my nipples, making my pussy ache at the loss of
his cock.
    I gasped when he pulled out of my mouth, rubbing the head over my lips.
They felt swollen and even a little numb, but I didn’t care. I licked at the
sensitive ridge of his cock, tracing the pulse of his veins, his dick so full
it had turned magenta in color. I grabbed him in my hand, watching his face as
I stroked him against my tits. His eyes lit up, a slow smile spreading.
    “You want these?” I pressed my breasts together around his length,
feeling his hips already beginning to move. “You want to fuck these pretty
tits?”
    “Spit on my dick,” he ordered, shoving his cock up toward my mouth. I did
as he requested, rubbing my saliva into the head and down into my cleavage. “Oh
yeah. That’s so fucking good!”
    His cock rode the ridge of my breastbone, his hands cupping and kneading
the flesh of my breasts as he began to fuck them. With each pass, I tried to
capture the head of his cock with my mouth, eager to taste the pre-cum
developing at the tip.
    “You like having your tits fucked, don’t you, baby?” He thumbed my
nipples, sending heat down between my thighs.
    “Yes,” I admitted, wedging my hand under him, searching for my clit. It
seemed so far away, but it was still begging to be touched. Finally, I reached
my destination. God, I was wet. Soaked. My fingers followed the groove of my
pussy like a Slip-N-Slide, up and down, as Mason used my tits for his pleasure.
    The feel of him rocking my whole body, my nipples hard, my breasts
squeezed tightly around his cock, made me crazy with lust. I rubbed my clit
furiously, trying to catch up to him. He was panting, sweat beading on his
chest, sheening his belly. I wanted to lick it off, tongue his navel, but
couldn’t reach. I could barely reach the head of his dick as it neared my
mouth, but I put forth the effort, rewarded with a low growl every time I
caught it between my lips.
    “Where do you want me to come?” he panted, eyes half-closed.
    “In my pussy,” I insisted, plunging my own fingers into my hole, aching
to feel his cock there. “Please. Fuck me. Do it, fuck me!”
    He surprised me, rolling to his back and pulling me on top of him.
    “Come on, Dani,” he urged. “Ride me.”
    I found his cock trapped between us and slid down his length, sighing
blissfully when I felt him bottom out. I rested there, just rocking, feeling
him shift deep inside of me. He groaned, biting his lip, his thumbs digging
into my hips as we began to rock together. I leaned over to kiss him, wanting
more, sucking his tongue into my mouth.
    We moved together in perfect rhythm. Mason’s fingers found my clit,
knowing just what I needed, flicking it faster and faster as we chased down the
finish line like two