His tongue found that spot again, working it with a vengeance as he fingered my pussy and my ass together, sinking deeper with every thrust. I cried out, digging my heels into his shoulders, my back arching as I came, my climax surprising us both with its force, my pussy and ass spasming together around his fingers in ecstatic rhythm.
Mason slid up between my thighs and I wrapped my legs around him as we kissed. I sucked at his tongue, tasting the musk of my pussy, feeling him fumbling with his belt and zipper. Then, oh then, his cock slid through the wet pleat of my pussy, seeking entrance. He groaned when he found what he was looking for, plunging into my wetness, not waiting, not giving me even a moment to breathe.
“Oh god!” I clung to him, the bed squeaking under our weight, Mason stretched out half on and half off, his feet on the floor, giving him greater leverage as he thrust. His shirt was open, his belly exposed as he rose above me like a god, blotting out the light. “Oh baby, no, wait, ohhhh! That’s so fucking good!”
He grunted in response, rolling his hips, making circles against my pelvis, his cock taking inventory of my pussy, every last little bit of flesh explored. My orgasm was still fading, my body shivering under his weight. I felt his cock swelling inside of me, impossible proportions, filling me with every buck of his hips.
Then he slowed, panting in my ear, his muscles tense, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth.
“Mason?” I whispered.
“I want you to suck it.” He rolled off me to the bed, onto his back, looking over at me. “Lick all your juices off my cock. Oh god, yeah, that’s a good girl…”
I was up on my hands and knees, still dizzy from my climax but eager to give as good as I’d received. His cock was thick in my hand, throbbing as I took him between my lips, the head swollen. He moaned and grabbed a fist full of my hair, pushing me down, down, down, making me take him, every inch.
I gagged and he let me come up for air, but then it was back down again, his cock searching for my tonsils, seeking the hottest, fleshiest, deepest recesses of my throat. I gagged again, again, my eyes watering, but I loved it-and he knew it. He fucked my face like that, giving me his cock over and over, his thigh muscles taut, toes curled. I knew he was fighting climax, but enjoying it too much to stop me.
I cried out when he swung my hips around on the bed toward him, plunging his fingers back into my pussy, He worked them into my sopping wetness and back out again, twisting as he went. I arched my back like a cat stretching, still focused on his cock-although not quite so intently now. His thumb rubbed at the sensitive button of me clit, giving me even more cause to slow down on sucking him, my tongue pausing to roll around the ridged, mushroom head.
“Come here.” He grabbed my ass, yanking me across him, positioning my pussy over his face and wrapping his arms around my hips. I whimpered but gave in to what he wanted, his tongue burying itself in my flesh, fucking my hole in and out, like a tiny cock. It was such a tease and I moaned around the fleshy thrust of the real thing in my mouth, aching for it to fill me.
“I want you,” I begged, yanking his pants and boxers down his thighs for better access. I wrapped him in my fist, my tongue working down toward his balls, breathing in the pungent, masculine scent of him. “Oh god, I want your cock in me.”
“Nuh-uh,” he panted, taking a breath. “Not until you come.”
“Again?” I squeaked in protest when his tongue found my clit, nudging it back and forth.
“At least twice.”
I groaned, pressing my forehead against the meat of his thigh, his tongue dancing delightfully through the slick folds of my flesh. I stroked him absently in my hand, feeling precum building at the tip of his cock, too lost in sensation to do much else. When he made his tongue flat, pulsing it against my clit, I squeezed him so hard the head turned from red to purple above my fist, my breath coming so fast I could barely keep up.
“Mason! Baby!” I cried, biting at the soft flesh of his thigh. “Oh god I’m gonna come!”
He just grunted his encouragement, his tongue moving faster between my legs, his whole face buried between them. My climax shook me violently, the bed vibrating beneath us as I bucked on top of him, half sitting, forgetting entirely about his cock, my hands clenched into fists on his belly as I mashed the flesh of my pussy against his face, drowning him in sticky sweetness.
“Oh fuck.” He nibbled at my pussy and thighs, breathing hard. “That was so hot I almost came with you.”
“I forgot about your poor cock.” I kissed the tip, tasting his precum.
“Well we’re going to remedy that.” He rolled me onto my back, making me squeal. My skirt and heels were still on, my shirt open, my breasts exposed. He undressed me quickly.
“I thought you were gonna make me come again?” I teased, lifting my hips so he could slide my skirt down my thighs. He dropped it on the floor with the rest of my clothes, leaving me completely naked.
“I’m gonna make you come again.” He pulled his shirt off, kicking his pants and boxers free. “When I fuck your ass.”
My eyes widened, my words gone, as he turned me over onto my belly, lifting my behind in the air. He smacked it, making me yelp, and rubbed his cock through my soaking wet crevice.
“Mason, wait,” I begged, but there was no talking to him once he was determined he wanted something-and he wanted my ass.
It wasn’t that we hadn’t done it before. We’d experimented a lot during our marriage, and I’d had my ass taken quite a bit when I was with the Baumgartners. It was just that I wasn’t ready for it, hadn’t mentally prepared myself. It took an adjustment to go from wanting to be fucked, to wanting to be fucked there.
But I was going to have to get used to the idea pretty quick, if the way Mason was probing between my ass cheeks was any indication.
“You’re so wet, ” he exclaimed, his cock head pressed right against the tight entrance of my ass. I gasped, fisting the covers on his bed and burying my face there.
“Not yet,” I begged again. “Please.”
“Okay.” His cock slid down to my pussy, thrusting in deep at this angle. I cried out, shifting my weight on the bed to take him so far in it almost hurt. “God that’s hot. I love watching my cock go into you.”
His finger circled the ring of my asshole as he fucked me, the wet slap of my wet pussy taking his length filling the room. My breasts swayed with the motion, my nipples grazing the bed. I caught his rhythm, rocking against him, fucking him back. He slid his finger into my ass, making me whimper and grind. He knew I loved it, and we both knew what he was doing-priming the pump, so to speak.
“Feel good, baby?” He fucked my pussy and my ass, shoving both his cock and his finger in as far as they would go.
“Y-y-y-yes,” I managed, his hips rocking me hard on the bed, shaking everything.
“You want it in your ass, don’t you?”
Oh god, another finger. He wedged them both in, stretching me open. His cock was swollen to bursting inside of me. I felt the pressure inside, so full, both orifices stretched.
“Y-y-y-yes!” I said again, putting my shoulders down onto the bed and reaching back with both hands. I spread my ass cheeks open for him, hearing his sharp intake of breath. “Take it, baby. Fuck my ass.”
He groaned at my permission, his dick slipping out, his fingers too, leaving me with a feeling of emptiness that was short-lived. His cock was dripping oil from my pussy like a dipstick out of a hot engine and I felt the press of it against the rigid muscle of my anus. I took a deep breath, determined to take him, closing my eyes and trying to relax.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned, shifting on the bed to press in a little deeper. “So tight.”
My thighs trembled as he thrust again, driving himself in past that tight ring of muscle. I yelped in surprise at the burn, but he waited a moment and I recovered, moving my hips back toward his. He gripped my ass, settling himself in deep. I slid my hand between my legs, searching for the throbbing bud of my clit. I wanted to come like this, with him buried in my ass. How had he known just what I’d wanted-even when I didn’t know?