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hardness with both hands. His eyes are kind, gentle and he kisses me softly, but I’m already using the thick head of his manhood to circle my hole, gasping as I start to feed his length into me.

There’s a moment where I don’t think I can do it. That he won’t fit. But once he puts his own weight behind it and I relax some, it’s like a key sliding into a lock that was made for it.

We both moan loudly. Uses his huge arms to hold himself up he eases nearly his full length into me, making me groan even louder.

I’ve never known so much sensation, so much pleasure and so much closeness to anything or anyone before.

I wrap my legs around his waist, my thighs melting into his own, my softness flush against his hard body, making him growl with pleasure again, telling me how good I feel against him.

His arms lower him just enough so he’s pressed up against me, but he keeps his full weight off me for some reason, I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling hard and tell him I want all of him on me… all of him in me.

My hands move from his neck to his back, clawing at him as his hand finds my hip and grips it tighter as he starts to slowly move in and out of me, making me swear out loud again, amazed that anything could ever feel this good.

We lose ourselves in the moment, his body pressed hard against mine, and mine fused to his until, using his strength, he rolls over.

Keeping himself fully inside me, I find myself suddenly on top and shift my arms and legs so I can straddle Mason better, finding a new, even more, powerful spot he’s just reached deep inside me.

It’s not long before I can feel the beginnings of my climax. He’s filled me to the brim and it’s the only thing left for me to do to stop from exploding into space altogether.

I try and keep us at a certain pace, but I suddenly feel his cock stiffening deep inside me, and clutching both my hands in his, he lets me know it’s time.

“You’re mine now. You and me…family…” he says, gritting his teeth as I feel my whole body start to wobble then jerk uncontrollably as his thickness fills me with his own powerful climax.

I don’t know if I’ve ever made so much noise in my life, but the two of us sound like a pair of wild animals.

I try to stop, to hold still, and let it wash over me, but something is making both of us move. Move with the other, to extend and heighten this feeling even more, and before I know it, we both collapse in a tangled heap, exhausted.

I fall forward onto Mason, my chest resting against his. I can feel his heart pounding against mine, his own pulse against mine as my body lies flat and hot against his.

Our breathing is fast and only slows after what must be minutes. I can’t even form a coherent thought, but the touch of his hands over my body as he caresses me gently bring me back to earth.

We don’t say anything, don’t have to. I know we can both feel it.

That something apart from me giving myself to Mason has also happened. I feel my mind formulating the thought, but Mason shushes me, by stroking my hair back from my face and kissing me.

We lie like this for what must be hours, with Mason still inside me and I must doze off at some point, waking at the same moment he does.

Both of us lifting our heads at the same moment, our noses almost touching, his eyes dancing with a new intensity.

“Hi,” he whispers, finding my hands again and taking them both in his.

“Hi,” I squeak, breathing in sharply as I feel another wave of pleasure course through me, my breathe shuddering until he kisses me again.

“You should’ve just done that when I came to your office,” I hear myself saying. “Would’ve saved a lot of time.”

We both laugh softly, and I feel my body shiver again as he moves inside me still.

“I don’t want you to have any more doubts,” he says.

“I love you, Jules. It’s us now. You and me.”

“I love you too,” I tell him without hesitation, biting my lip after hearing myself say that to someone.

Anyone in this life.

Not just anyone, Mason Thorne.

If I was able to move