“Please...”
His was twitching, and it was clear he was fighting hard to control himself. His eyes were fixed on my chest, his whole body rigid as he fought to keep his breathing even.
He set the highest intensity and pressed the vibrator against my clit, ramming himself inside of me. I was screaming and writhing, fighting my hardest to keep my legs separated. The sweet torture was too much to take, and I was already there... On the verge of coming so hard...
“Not yet,” he hissed and moved the toys away from me again.
“Quit teasing me!” I pushed against my restraints, twisting my whole body in a futile try to get him to finish me off.
His lips found mine, making love with me as our tongues entwined. “I enjoy playing with you like this. Remember what I told you before—everything is better when you wait for it. So, when I bring this back like this”—he slammed the himself back inside and put the vibrator on my clit at the same time—“You’re going to feel it really good.”
Another scream tore out of my throat, the waves of ecstasy washing over me. He was fucking me wildly and without mercy, causing my body to twitch uncontrollably in an incoming orgasm. It was more intense than I expected it, everything tightening inside of me as he finally let me come. Shattering waves rushed over my body.
“You look so fucking beautiful. Now we try something else.”
I couldn’t even form the answer, unable to move under the powerful sensations. He set the vibrator aside and stroked my asshole, preparing it for the intrusion. He smeared my juices over it and pushed his forefinger a few inches inside, sending new bolts of pleasure through me.
“Mason!” I finally found my voice. “That’s... Oh don’t stop.”
He chuckled and pushed his whole finger inside, rewarding me with several thrusts before he pushed himself into me.
“Mason... Ah...” It felt unusual, tearing my tight walls apart in its way inside. It was painful and pleasant at the same time, until pain ebbed into pure pleasure, gaining its intensity with each forceful push. “That feels amazing. Yes! Fuck me like that!”
A few beads of sweat slid down his temples, his hand moving fast, and I just loved how good it felt.
“You love me fucking you?”
“Yes!”
“Fuck. I can’t hold on anymore.” He plunged it deep inside and left it there. He held my legs separated and pushed inside my wetness, burying himself deep. I was screaming so loud, he was doing wonders to my body.
He wrapped my legs around his waist. I pulled him with my heels toward me, urging him to get even deeper inside. His one played with my breasts roughly, turning my nipples into perky buds with his skilled fingers. He sped up, fucking me with urgency that knew no limits, and each time he entered he pressed against the G-spot, doubling my pleasure.
I was coming hard. “Holy shit,” he hissed and slid out, getting drenched with my juices. “Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me harder.”
He took the removed his finger, and flipped me over. He entered my ass in one quick movement, the friction accelerating my build-up to another orgasm rapidly. “Oh fuck. Your ass is so tight. Fuck.”
It was wonderful. I was moaning continuously when he started moving, setting a quick pace right away.
“Oh God! This feels so good.”
He braced himself against the bed and lowered his head to kiss me, pushing inside fast. Our tongues clashed against each other, coated in our spit and heat, and I didn’t want him to stop. I never wanted him to stop, meeting each furious thrust with my hips, trying to feel him better inside.
“Fuck Emma.”
His grunts mixed with my cries, our sweaty bodies hitting against each other as he drove us closer to our orgasms. My blood hummed with need to get another release, tension coiling in me after each second. He pushed four fingers inside me and pumped hard, matching the rhythm of his cock, and the double penetration sent me over the brink, my body fell over the edge and I felt the rush go over my body.
“Yes,” he growled and brought his soaked fingers to his mouth, licking my juices off them. “Mmm, you taste better than anything I’ve ever tried, baby. Fuck. I’m coming...”
He pumped a few more times before he roared and emptied himself inside of me, filling my tight passage with his sticky cum. “Yes!” he gritted out and stilled, digging his fingers in my waist.
“Mason, this was amazing.”
He kissed my shoulder and got out of me. “You are so good, Emma. I’m so addicted and I can’t stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
“Be careful what you wish for.”
He came to his elbows and kissed me. His kiss was slow this time, creating a new flame in me, and I clenched my body in response. I was insatiable when it came to this man.
CHAPTER 17
Emma
I woke up naked in Mason’s bed after having spent the whole night fucking in different places. I was so sore and exhausted that I could barely sit up. I looked at the clock and realized it was only one in the morning. Mason came inside his room, carrying a tray with a snack.
“Good evening, beautiful.”
“It’s good indeed.”
He was wearing only his sleep pants, and the protruding lines of his abs made me want to lick them. He was too sexy.
“Did you sleep well?”
I stretched. “Like a baby.”
He placed the tray on the nightstand and came to me, leaning in to give me a hot kiss. His hands latched onto my breasts before he covered me with his body, kissing my neck and chest fervently. I spread my legs widely to let him in, needing the friction of his taut body against my sensitive core.
He picked a strawberry from the bowl on the tray. He pushed the half of it in my mouth and said, “Bite it.”
I bit into it, already trembling in anticipation. He slid the other half down my chin, neck, and collarbone, stopping at my nipple. He smeared the strawberry juice over it, and I could barely breathe as I watched him lick it off of it.
“What are you doing?” I purred and rolled my head backward, curling my toes in rising desire.
“Tasting you, babe. Strawberry and your skin go perfectly together.” He did the same thing to my other nipple, and then he lowered it down my stomach, moving ever so slowly, until he reached the top of my swollen mound. “Mmm, your pussy demands my attention.” He rubbed the strawberry against my clit and folds, making me wet instantly. “Look at that. You like me playing like this with you?” He picked up my juices with the strawberry and put it in his mouth, chewing it with gusto.
That was so sexy. “Mason?”
“Yes?”
“Go down on me.” I felt a blush creep up my face. I had never once been able to ask for it like that.
A gorgeous smile appeared on his face. “You don’t even have to say it.”
He turned me to my stomach and placed a pillow beneath me, which brought my ass higher in the air. He separated my legs and pressed his face in between my ass cheeks, creating a tingling sensation that shot through my lower stomach.
I flinched when I sensed his tongue on my asshole, completely unprepared for this. “Mason,” I breathed out. “You... Ah...” His tongue moved across my hole quickly, the light touches drawing more juices out of me. “So good!”
He pushed two fingers inside me and bent them, stimulating my G-spot each time he entered, and moved his tongue up to my clit. “How does this feel?” he muttered, licking my mound fervently. Yes...
“Amazing. I love it. Ah!” He brought me to the edge quickly, but he didn’t let me orgasm. Instead, he kept me there, torturing me each time he pulled out of me and stopped licking me to delay my release.
I’d already made a puddle beneath myself, panting and writhing against the bed in a desperate need to come. “I’d like to fuck you so badly.”
Oh yes. “Then do it.”
I was already having the best experience of my life, confirmed once more when he finally let me come and my juices sp
urted in continuous waves out of me. He brought me to me to my fours and shoved his raging dick inside me, picking up his fast tempo immediately. I was so sensitive, and everything was more intense.
“No matter how many times I fuck you, it’s never enough. I want to do so many things to you. I can’t stop.”
I felt the same, surprised how our one-night stand turned out to be so much more. “Then don’t stop.”
“Oh, I won’t stop, alright.”
I met his thrusts with equal need, our bodies moving in hunger that just couldn’t be satiated, and each second brought an immense pleasure that was incomparable to anything I’d felt before.
He slapped my ass and cupped my core with his other hand, stroking my clit as he fucked me fast, and a scream tore up my throat when I reached another orgasm, convulsing around his pulsating dick and drawing him further in.
With another smack on my butt, he drove in and out of me pushing himself deeper each time. Our bodies convulsed together as we both released.
“Fuck me. This was just what I needed from the early morning.”
He collapsed on top of me, caging me inside his arms.
“I think so too. There is no better way to start the day than to sleep with a sexy man like you. You’re too good.”
I could practically sense his smug smirk. “Just like you. Now, let’s eat. I’m starving and I have to eat something if I want to have energy for what I’m about to do to you.”
He lay down right next to me and moved his hand over my stomach, creating the flutters in my stomach. I moaned and closed my eyes, losing myself in his touch that awoke each nerve in me again. “Is that so? And what is that?”
His amused expression revealed nothing. “You will find it out pretty soon.”
CHAPTER 18
Emma
“Wake up, Mommy, get up!” Mia screamed on top of me.
“What is it?” I said, waking abruptly. The light streaming in through the window told me it was morning. I was back at home in my own bed. After hours of ecstasy with Mason, I must have come straight home and passed out.
“Mommy, you were screaming and making noises, so I got worried and ran in here to wake you up.”
“Yes, your mommy is fine, sweetie.” I jumped at the sound of Mom’s voice; she was standing at the door. “I think she was feeling unwell from dinner. Go brush your teeth.” Mia quickly kissed my forehead and bounded out of the room. I rubbed my eyes, forcing the sleep out of them, and looked up toward my mom.
“Wow, was I really screaming?”
Mom drew closer and then whispered, “You weren’t exactly screaming. You were moaning. Or at least that’s what it sounded like you were doing.”
I blushed and tried to laugh as I sat up, did Mom realize what happened last night?
Mom smiled and sat down on the bed next to me. “Look, I saw the way the two of you were looking at each other the other night. It wasn’t just you. And I know last night you were with him for a while. But don’t forget you’re going to be working for him.”
I wanted to say something, but as usual, I waited until she was finished.
“You can´t work for the man and have these feelings for him. I mean, if you feel this way after one day, what are you going to be like after a week?”
I pushed myself out of bed and started to walk away from her, because now she was getting on my nerves.
“Don´t be silly. What feelings?” I said. “I think you´re exaggerating.”
Mom stood up from my bed and walked toward me.
“Emma, I wasn’t born yesterday. I couldn’t completely make out what you were saying in your sleep, but I definitely heard Mason’s name a few times.”
I stood at my closet and silently hoped that my mom would take the hint and leave my room. She sighed and lightly touched my shoulder.
“I am sure you will do the right thing, Emma. Just keep in mind what is best for Mia.” She gently squeezed my shoulder and left my room.
I let out a breath that I didn’t even realize I was holding. I let my head fall into my hands as memories of Mason’s lips captivating mine flickered through my thoughts. Shit. How was I ever going to make working for the Johnsons even work?
CHAPTER 19
Emma
“This is it,” I said as I took a deep breath and faced my mom.
“This is it,” she said. I hugged Mom tight as the last of our things were taken from the house. I was going to live with the Johnsons as their tutor, and I was nervous as hell. The idea of being near Mason Johnson made me shudder. Just the thought of him had my heart skipping a beat. The way he held my hand and most of all, the way he kissed me. That kiss could have lasted me a thousand lifetimes. Now that I had tasted the forbidden fruit, I wanted more of it. I laughed to myself at the thought of it.
Deep down, I knew I had to somehow fight the feelings that I was starting to have for Mason. Keeping this job with the Johnsons would help me to finally pay off the debts Will had left and set Mia up for the life that she deserved to have. My mom had helped us out over the last few months, and she never complained, but it was obvious that I had cleared her out her life savings when she passed on her annual cruise around the Caribbean.
I couldn’t expect her to support us any longer. It was time to move on. I had a child to support, and my brother was still under her wing, even though he had gone to college. I’d left home ten years ago, with the idea of never coming back. I didn’t expect to get married, have a baby, and then have my husband die and leave me with a shit load of debt. How blind I had been in the past—I wouldn’t make the same mistake again.
I knew now that Will had caused me to lose a lot of trust in people. I felt that because I had not seen how bad the situation with Will was getting, that I was a bad judge in character. It haunted me. It haunted me so much that for the last few months, I had done nothing to fix it. I had achieved nothing in my life as a result of it. I used to be a teacher. I used to be a respected part of the community. Then everything changed and I was just the widow of the drunken gambler. Today would be my fresh new start, and I would not allow myself to mess this up for Mia.
There were no young children in the family, so Mia was normally by herself. Elizabeth was certainly far from being the settling type. The one great thing about this new job was that Mia would finally have company that was her own age. I met Mason’s son, Liam, on my last day of training. The way Ms. Johnson spoke about Liam, stating that he was emotionless, left me worried, yet when he first met me as I bent down to greet him, he hugged me. He hugged me like I was the one person in the world he could relate to. I could see envy in Ms. Johnson’s eyes as his small arms wrapped around my shoulders. I hugged him back, hoping to instill the most comforting feeling I could give him, and let him know that everything would be all right. Ms. Johnson cleared her throat.
“Come now, Liam,” she said. “Now is not the time to be emotional.”
What did a six-year-old know about being emotional?
My first thought was if Liam spent most of his life with his aunt, whose name I learned was Margaret, then I was not surprised he hugged me that way. I would hug the first person I saw after five minutes of being alone with her. She gave the term ice queen a whole new meaning. She never showed emotion.
I always laughed to myself when I talked to her, because I spent most of the time analyzing her. After spending several days with her during training, I could already tell that I was not one of her favorite people. I wasn’t sure where I had gotten on the wrong foot with her, but somehow, I had. On the last day of my training, I had to go the penthouse, and I asked her for the schedule and lesson plan so I could study it prior to arriving at the house the following week. She barely glanced up from her work as she asked, “did you come here hoping to bump into Mason or did you actually come here for the schedule?”
Her lack of trust was so infuriating; however, there was nothing I was able to do. I had confided in Elizabeth for advice one day while we were both a
t the penthouse working.
“If she wasn’t comfortable with me doing the job, then why was I hired?”
“It’s not that she isn’t comfortable with you doing the job,” Elizabeth said. “It’s that she knows Mason’s effect on women. She doesn’t want him distracted, and like you, she hates change. Their last tutor was with them for three years.”
Three years, I had thought. That meant that Liam had been tutored since he was two. I guessed back then, that person was more of a caregiver than tutor, but it saddened me to think about Liam left alone with adults with no one else to talk to.
CHAPTER 20
Emma
Mom came with us to our new house. I had to admit, considering it was at the back of the main house, it was much larger than our old house. Larger than Mom’s three-bedroom bungalow. She laughed and asked if she could move in.
“Here we are,” Mom said as she cast her eyes around the living room.
“Here we are.” I wrapped my arms around her and closed my eyes. I inhaled her perfume, Chanel No. 5, her favorite, and I thought about how when I went to bed and I woke up in the morning, I wouldn’t see her face. For the first time, it dawned on me.
While the bungalow was great, the only problem was the distance—it was just under a hundred miles from Mom’s house. The nerves settled in when I got there, and I actually realized that this was it; Mia and I were officially moving on. Things were in boxes, everything felt new, and I was nervous as hell.
My mind had only been focused on one thing. Or rather on one man, Mason Johnson. He’d kissed me, and I had to think about the best way to move forward. After seeing where Mia and I would be living, I wasn’t willing to let my emotions get in the way and ruin everything. Besides, it wasn’t like anything could really develop with Mason anyway.
The Johnsons seemed to only marry inside their circle. And I was the help. For that fact alone, I would never be accepted into the family. I would always be the outcast, and I should keep my thoughts to business only and nothing else.
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