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it. But there’s a bad feeling inside me. This whole business with that real estate deal…

Something’s rotten, but I tell myself it isn’t me or Jules and decide I have to leave it for now.

To try and enjoy her company for the day without thinking about it.

Chapter Fifteen

Jules

Feeling unsexy, stuffed to the brim with food, and hesitant by Mason’s reaction to me wanting to go home, even to just get some clothes I try and put it to the back of my mind.

He’s a busy guy and most likely has a million things to think about.

I’m actually surprised he wants me to stick around at all. We didn’t go all the way last night, and I thought that’s what all guys wanted?

But I also know that Mason Thorne isn’t all guys.

He’s one of a kind.

He’s still eager to please me though, even though I can tell he’d rather not go to my apartment.

I almost want to feel ashamed, but if he really wants to get to know me, seeing where I live is about as good an introduction as you can get.

Next to having his face in my pussy for an hour how confronting can my apartment be after that?

“C’ mere,” he says, suddenly smiling, his mood lifting as his eyes widen with suggestion. His gestures to his lap for me to come sit on.

I scoot over to him, and perch myself on his knee, squealing a little when he pulls me extra close, sliding me right onto his lap and over his member, which I feel getting hotter and fatter by the second through his boxers I’m wearing.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” he whispers in my ear, nibbling it gently and then kissing behind it all the way down to my neck.

I make a soft sound of agreement like I think it’s a good idea.

“And I want you to join me,” he says firmly, a hand sliding up the inside of my thigh, prying my legs open enough for his hand to find what it’s searching for.

“Maybe you want a little more of what you had last night?” he suggests, taking the pressure off me thinking I have to go all the way right now, but it hardly seems fair to have everything in my favor.

“I just want to eat you up, Jules. I really do,” he says reassuringly as if reading my mind, I feel my hands straying to his hard on, which pulses in both my hands.

My eyes widen, as I wonder how the heck he will fit inside me anyway. Mason moans loudly, letting his head tilt back as I start to work both my hands around the hot, swollen tip and then pump up and down.

“Do you like that?” I ask him, feeling like I’ve turned the tables pretty quick without even meaning to.

“Mmmm… fuck yes…” he groans, letting me work his rod until thick beads of clear fluid run from his tip and he starts to swear under his breath.

My heart is pounding in my ears, thumping in my chest as my hands start to shake. And not just because Mason’s dick starts to twitch uncontrollably.

He grips me suddenly, and in seconds my button half is naked and I’m straddling his lap, my drenched pussy hovering just inches from his thick cock.

I feel my whole body shudder with excitement as he tells me everything he wants, “I want to thrust myself inside here… and nowhere else. I want to watch you come for me.”

He cups my swollen mound and I instantly start to squirm on his thick palm, which he takes up to his mouth and licks before he kisses me again.

Tasting myself on his lips brings out the animal in us both again, and it’s not long before he has me spread eagle on the counter, moving his seat so he can pleasure me while he sits down, using both his strong hands on my hips and ass to hold me in place.

My control, or tolerance, whatever you want to call it, to his touch is gone.

In minutes, I hear myself begging him to let me come as he starts to flick my clit with his tongue and then stop before starting all over again.

I let you a low groan as he pushes me over the edge, putting his whole mouth over me again, his stubble scratching my sensitive skin, causing me to grip his head between my legs with my thighs as I once again, experience an earth shattering climax, Mason Thorne