Fuck this, I want to feel her cum. I let go of her breast and slip my hand between us. I want to feel her pussy slide up and down my cock so I position it just right. Fuck, she’s so wet!
I start to rub my cock hard against her clit and it makes her moan long and hard. This is so fucking hot.
She bites my lip before darting her tongue back into my mouth.
I keep rubbing my hard-as-fuck cock against her and I can feel her body tightening. I know she’s close. Her hand slips between us and then her fingers wrap around my hard length. I almost lose control the second I feel her fist tighten on my cock.
My hands move back to her thighs, digging into her skin. She rides me hard and then I hear her breath hitch. She reaches to the nightstand and grabs a condom and just watching her put it on my cock is enough to make me shoot my load.
She settles over me and I can do nothing but groan with pleasure when she sinks down on me, taking all of me in one thrust.
The second my cock fills her, she starts to slam down on me and it doesn’t take long before she’s coming apart, her whole body convulsing around me, her pussy sucking me deeper.
“Fuck, Olivia,” I groan as I fight to hold my own orgasm back. It only makes her move faster, her moans louder. Warmth sizzles down my spine and I thrust hard into her. Not even a second later, I’m shooting my cum deep inside her pussy.
That was fucking intense. So fucking hot and intense that my cock is still hard as steel. I can fuck her all night long and it won’t be enough.
I lift her off me and lay her down so I can grab another condom. As soon as I have put on the new one, I start to place kisses over her breasts. I take her left nipple between my teeth and bite lightly down on it, making her moan with pleasure.
I position my cock at her entrance and again sink into the perfect warmth of her pussy. I let out a groan of unadulterated ecstasy. Grabbing hold of her hips I keep her in place as I start to move slowly. I want to savor her this time. Her perfect body is exposed, all mine to feast on.
“Mason,” she moans. She arches back, her fingers digging into my shoulders and I know she’s ready to cum again.
“Cum on my cock, Sweetheart. Let your pussy milk me dry,” I growl, barely able to hold myself back.
She tries to move faster, but I’m in total control of the pace. She grabs hold of her breasts, squeezing them hard, and it makes my cock jump inside of her. I’ve never seen anything hotter.
I could fuck her the whole night long, as long as I get to see her naked and feel her pussy sucking off my cock.
Her pussy clamps down on me and she cries out, causing my balls to tighten.
“Fuck, Olivia … fuck!” I start to pound into her until a wave of ecstasy crashes over me so hard, it makes my vision blur.
Her pussy keeps sucking at my cock as she rides out her orgasm and it only makes my own last so much longer.
“That’s right, Sweetheart, suck me dry.”
Her movements start to slow, but her breaths are still rushing over her parted lips. I can’t tear my eyes from her face and the glow of bliss that our love making gives her.
~ Olivia ~
It’s been a week since things changed between us. I never thought I’d be able to find happiness, not being the scarred freak that I am, but somehow Mason looks past all that and he sees me.
I’ve become addicted to the way he looks at me. To the way he touches me.
I wish we could just lock ourselves in my room and make love all the time. No food, no outside world, no nothing. But that’s not a possibility and just another pipe dream.
Mason has pretty much returned to his old routine of going out at night. Yesterday, I asked him where he goes, but he avoided answering me by kissing me until we were both naked and screaming with pleasure.
I need to know what he does at night. If things are going to work between us, there can’t be any secrets.
I sneak across the parking area until I get to his truck and then I climb in the back and lay down low so he won’t be able to see me. It’s not long until I hear his steady footfalls and then he unlocks the door. I can feel the truck shift under his weight as he gets in.
He drives for twenty minutes before he brings the truck to a stop. I hear him get out and when the last of his footfalls have faded away, I peek over the side. We’re parked in a residential area, and I blink into the darkness, just in time to see Mason jog around the back of a house.
I quickly scramble out of the back and run after him. I really hope he’s not into illegal crap, such as drug dealing. That will break my heart. Not that it would make me care any less about him.
As I reach the back corner of the house, I peek around it to make sure it’s safe. That’s when I see Mason looming over a man in a wheelchair.
I frown, not sure what to make of the scene that’s playing out in front of me.
“Everyone thinks you’re the victim but we both know that’s not the case, Haywood,” Mason growls. The threatening tone of his voice sends chills racing down my spine.
“I’m calling the cops. You’re trespassing,” Haywood barks back, but there’s nothing threatening about it. He actually sounds scared and I’d be too by the menacing look on Mason’s face.
Mason walks around the man and grabs hold of the wheelchair. He pushes it to the edge of the pool and it’s only then that I start to feel fear pulsing through me. What is Mason doing?
I sneak closer and hide behind one of the pillars so I can hear better. Suddenly, Mason tips the wheelchair and the Haywood guy almost falls out. He screams with fear and panic and grabs hold of the armrests to keep himself in the chair.
“It’s because of you that Amanda killed Mackenzie before she took her own life. You beat her until she couldn’t take it anymore!” Mason hisses and then he tilts the chair a little more towards the pool.
“Wait! Stop!” Haywood shouts, his voice shrill with panic. “What do you want? Anything! I’ll give you anything,” he begs Mason.
My eyes dart to Mason’s face and I expect to see the face of a killer but all I see is the face of a broken man. This Mackenzie and Amanda must’ve meant a lot to him.
Common sense tells me to run and get help. My conscience screams at me that this is wrong, but I can’t make myself move. My eyes are glued to the man I’m falling in love with, and all I can do is hold my breath as I wait for his next move. I pray he does the right thing. I believe he’s strong enough to overcome the beast inside of him, just like I overcame my own.
“I promised Mackenzie that I’d take care of the monsters. You were her father. You were supposed to protect her but instead you hurt her. You don’t deserve to live,” Mason hisses. This time I can hear the judgment and anger in his voice. In this moment, I start to wonder if he’s really going to kill the man and it makes fear bleed into my soul.
My mind races as I try to think of ways that I can stop this from happening. Deep in my heart I know Mason is a good man and I somehow have to make him see it.
I want to run back to my apartment and crawl into bed. I want to be back in our little bubble where he is the good man that I’m busy falling in love with.
My hand goes up to my cheek and my fingers brush over the scars.
It takes a monster to see a monster. It hits so hard that I stumble backwards, and then I trip over a pot and I fall hard to the ground.
I let out a shriek of shock and then my eyes dart to where Mason is righting the wheelchair as his head snaps in my direction. His eyes find mine and I watch as all color drains from his face.
Quickly, I scramble to my feet and run away. I can’t watch him kill that man but I hope with everything in me that he doesn’t, that he’ll follow me and give me a chance to save him the way he saved me.
~ Mason ~
My heart is racing like a wild horse. Fuck! Olivia saw me as I was about to kill Haywood.
I pull Haywood’s wheelchair away from the pool and then lean down until our faces are inches apart.
“I don’t even fucking know who you are, you crazy fucking asshole,” Haywood spits at me, his face still ashen with shock.
I yank an envelope from my back pocket and throw it down on his lap. “I have duplicates of those.”
I start to race after Olivia when I’m confident that Haywood won’t go to the police. His image is all he has left.
Halfway across the sprawling lawn, I catch up to Olivia and quickly grab hold of her. She starts to struggle, but only for a moment, and then she stills. Her breaths are racing over her parted lips. Our eyes meet and where I expected to see fear, I only see hope.
I catch my breath and then drag her to the truck where I bundle her into the passenger side. Once we’re a safe distance from Haywood’s house, I pull over and then take deep breaths to calm myself.
“I’ll go to the police,” she whispers. My eyes dart to her face and I search every feature to see if she means it. She doesn’t look upset at all and it’s confusing the hell out of me. Maybe she’s in shock? I hate that she saw what I was about to do to Haywood. I wanted to keep her far away from that part of my life.
I shake my head and turn to face her. “What makes you think I won’t just kill you?” I’d never hurt this woman and I’d kill anyone who tries to, but I have to get her to drop the idea of going to the police. It’s an empty threat which I hope she doesn’t see through.
Her eyes search my face and then she whispers, “Don’t threaten me with death. You’ll be doing me a favor. It’s him or me. You’ve killed before so it should be easy for you to kill him.”
I know that she’s referring to John Brown but I thought she was dealing with her pain and anger. Has she just been hiding it all from me?
“It’s never easy,” I say. “It’s not the same. The men I kill thrive on hurting others. I kill monsters, Olivia.”
She leans forward, her features tight with all the emotions she must be feeling. “Then you either kill that monster that did this to me or you kill the monster he made.”
Feeling drained from all the tension my shoulders slump under the weight of the night.
“You’re not a monster, Olivia. If you keep looking behind you, how do you expect to see what’s right in front of you?”
She snorts and shakes her head. “What’s there to look at? What the hell is in front of me that’s worth looking at?”
For a moment I can only stare at her, willing her to see all the possibilities that this life still has to offer.
When she doesn’t say anything, I start the truck and as I pull away, I whisper, “Me.”
She takes a shaky breath and then a tear slips over her cheek, showing that she heard me. She reaches across and takes hold of my hand, squeezing it tightly. She’s clearly overwhelmed by everything that’s happened and I just want to get her safely back home so we can finish talking about tonight.
When we get back to the apartment, I follow her inside and then sit down next to her on the couch. We sit in silence for a while without the lights on.
Finally, Olivia breaks the deafening silence. “How can you decide who is a monster and who isn’t? You say your monsters hurt people, but so do mine.”
I reach for her hand and then hold it in both of mine.
“What I do is wrong, I know that, but those men hurt innocent women and children and they get away with it. Before you get upset, hear me out. John Brown was drunk and he hurt you, I get that. But that doesn’t mean the guy goes driving around, actively looking for people to hurt.”
She pulls her hand from mine and gets up. I watch her silhouette as she paces up and down in front of the window.
“You’re wrong,” she whispers as she comes to a standstill in front of the window, staring out into the night. “It’s the same thing. Just because my monster differs from your monster doesn’t make him any less of one.”
I finally understand what she’s trying to say and it makes me feel uneasy. I get up and go to stand behind her, wanting to comfort her so badly.
“You’re right,” I admit in a whisper. I take a moment to gather my thoughts and then say, “For the longest time I’ve been consumed with vengeance. Mackenzie was the sweetest little girl and when she was ripped from this world, it felt like I had failed her. I used to work in Social Services and the darkness of that world swallowed me whole.”
Olivia turns around and places a hand on my cheek. The slight touch feels like she’s reaching into my soul and shining such a bright light that it breaks though the darkness inside of me.
“I know what it feels like to be consumed by darkness, Mason. At first it was all I could think about, getting the revenge I deserved. But then you came along, and you showed me that there is still so much beauty in this world. My plans of revenge quickly took a backseat to what I was feeling for you.”
I shake my head, feeling confused. “But earlier you demanded that I kill him. What has changed since then?”
The moonlight shines on her face, giving light to the slight smile forming on her lips.
“I didn’t mean any of it. I just wanted to get through to you so you would see what you were doing is wrong. You can’t be the judge and executioner in this life. I said those things because I did feel them not so long ago. I was consumed by them, but then you forced your way into my life and changed all of that. You saved me from being swallowed up by my darkness and I just want to save you from being consumed by yours. I’m hoping that I mean so much to you that you’re willing to let go of it and to live in the light with me?”
I can’t speak and only stare at this beautiful woman in front of me. She’s the strongest soul I know.
I lean forward until our foreheads touch. “I never saved you, Olivia,” I whisper. “You’re the one that crossed over to the darkness to save me. You risked losing yourself to come and find me.”
I watch as a tear trails down her cheek and her breath is warm on my lips as she whispers, “It was worth losing myself so I could find you because I was only half a soul before you. You complete me, Mason.”
She presses a soft kiss to my lips and then her words break through the last of the darkness inside of me as she says, “If you keep looking behind you, how do you expect to see what’s right in front of you?”
There’s a lump in my throat as I try to remember her words from earlier. “What’s there to look at?”
Her arms slip around my neck and she stands on her toes as she whispers, “Me. Please see me because if you stop looking at me, I’m afraid I’ll cease to exist.”
I can hear the heartache in her voice and everything I am wants to rip it from her, but I know it’s something she needs to deal with in time. She needs to heal at her own pace, just like it took me years to get to this point where the darkness no longer consumed me.
“You’ll never cease to exist, Sweetheart. You’re my guardian angel, and without you, my demons will consume me.”
I kiss her sweetly, so thankful for this amazing woman who could’ve judged me and walked out of my life tonight but instead chose to stay.
~ Olivia ~
As I come out of the shower I let the towel drop to the floor and then put on my panties. I’m just about to reach for a dress when I hear keys rattle in the front door. I grab the blanket from the bed and quickly cover myself.
When I see that it’s Mason, relief fills me. After our talk, he quickly went to his apartment to take a shower and to get clean clothes.
I’m glad we finally got to talk about our demons and that there are no more dark secrets in our lives. I know we still have a long road ahead of us, and I know that there will be days that I’ll want to kill John Brown, but today is not one of those days. Today, I just want to love Mason Crowe.
He walks right toward me and only stops when he’s a breath away. His hands slip over m
y cheeks and he leans down, placing a tender kiss on my lips. The second his tongue brushes over mine, it makes my desire for him explode into unadulterated lust. I want this man more than I want my next breath. There’s no denying that he’s my soulmate. We’ve been through too much together to not belong to each other.
“You make me feel like a woman, Mason,” I whisper against his lips. “You make me feel like I’m worth something.”
He takes hold of the blanket and lets it fall to the floor, exposing me to him.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of devouring,” he growls, lust swirling in his eyes.
He crushes his mouth to mine in a hungry kiss that makes my insides clench with need for him. I love everything about Mason. I love the way he dominates any situation. I love the way his mouth works magic on my body and I love how his cock fills me.
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