Mr. Heartbreaker : Mr. Series #2

by J. L. Beck

  “It’s just as beautiful as the very first time I saw it.” I blushed, my eyes lingering on his length. I wanted him in my mouth, his release coating my tongue and throat.

  “It’s your's Peach. It’s always been your's…” Mason stroked himself once more and then I took over, sucking just the tip into my mouth. His long fingers moved through my hair, holding my head in place as I took more of his length into my mouth.

  “Fuck me Peach. Jesus baby…” Mason growled, his fingers tightening their hold in my hair. Waves of pleasure slammed into me as pinpricks of pain radiated across my scalp. Pleasing Mason was everything to me right now. So I sucked him harder, my tongue swirling against the tip.

  The sound of my mouth releasing his cock made a loud pop, and I looked up at him with a pout unsure as to why he had stopped me.

  “I don’t want to come in your mouth Peach. I want to come in your pussy. I want to watch my release drip down your legs.” Out of reflex, I spread my legs, needing his touch now. He must’ve been able to tell because he peeled my jeans off of me in record speed, leaving both of us naked, and alone together for the first time in five years.

  Was I pretty enough? Skinny enough? Did I still look the same?

  It took everything in me not to cover up. I was worried, fearful that I wasn’t what he really wanted, just like I was in the past.

  “I know that look Peach. Don’t you start getting lost inside that pretty little head of yours?” He smirked, dropping to his knees in front of me, his strong hands gripping my thighs while he pushed them apart. Next, he pulled my ass all the way to the edge of the bed and blew softly against the exposed flesh causing me to squirm.

  “Please…” I whimpered wanting his tongue, and fingers inside me, playing me like a harp until I played the perfect tune.

  “Beg for it Peach. Tell me how badly you want me, this and I’ll give you whatever you ask for.” Mason taunted, two fingers slipping between my folds, and rubbing against my clit ever so gently. It was nothing but a tease and I needed more, so much more.

  “I need you, Mason. In me, on me, licking me, fingering me. I just fucking need you.” I grunted, frustration rolling through me. Mason let out a short laugh before, giving me sinking completely between my thighs, his broad shoulders barely fitting. He was big, so much bigger than he had been before he left.

  “I’m going to make you scream Peach…” He mumbled right before he flicked his strong tongue against my sensitive clit. My entire body lit on fire right in that moment. I could feel nothing but Mason and his tongue as he devoured my pussy like only a real man could. Air entered my lungs but refused to leave.

  “Mason, fuck… Mason…” I moaned so loudly I was almost ashamed. The pleasure only surged more as he sunk his fingers into my thighs holding them into place as I fought against the pleasure that he was giving me.

  “Mmmm… I’ve missed the taste of you Peach… so juicy, and ripe for the taking, you like having my tongue in your pussy don’t you?” I bit my bottom lip to stifle the yes that was about to come out in a scream.

  It was then that Mason removed one of his hands and sunk two of his thick digits deep inside my wet canal.

  “Ahhh…” I ground against his hand wanting my release so badly I could almost taste it. Our eyes collided, and we stared at each other for a long moment as he slammed in and out of me, his fingers pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

  “So tight, and perfect. Your everything beautiful in this world Peach. Everyfuckingthing.” Mason’s words turned me on more than he knew, while his other hand added more pleasure to the pot. He pinched my nipples gently, causing a gasp to slip from my lips. It shocked me, causing a tinge of pain but mostly pleasure.

  “Mason… Mason…” I chanted his name my insides turning to mush. He continued to finger me, a fierce determination showing in his eyes as he slammed into me over and over again. My inside tightened and my entire body hummed as butterflies exploded deep inside my belly.

  “I’m… I’m…” I cried out, Mason taking that moment to suck my clit into his mouth. The strength of his tongue was my undoing, and I fell apart, and maybe even a tiny bit more in love with him that I had been before. My entire body was humming with pleasure and I felt nothing but it as Mason removed the two fingers he had deep inside of me and placed them directly into his own mouth.

  I stared in awe of him as he sucked every drop of my salty release off his fingers. I wanted no I fucking needed more of him. I had to know the man that he now was.

  His eyes drifted closed for a second as he relished in the taste of my cum. “Peach I’ve fucking missed this so much. You. Your, smile. The way you fall apart with the simple flick of my wrist.”

  A blush crept onto my cheeks. He remembered how easy it was to make me cum.

  “Did you think I would forget how easy it was to get you going?” His eyes popped open, and this time they were darker, hungrier.

  “No, but I certainty forgot how good at it you were…” My voice was low and soft as I spoke my eyes drifted down to Mason’s well-endowed cock.

  “Once I start I won’t be able to stop Peach…” Mason licked his lips, and so did I because that was just it. I didn’t want him to stop, not now, tomorrow, or ever again. I wanted him to be mine again, except this time I wanted it to be forever.

  Chapter Three

  Mason

  My entire fucking world started and ended with Georgia. She was the reason I breathed, the reason I got up every day and did what I needed to do. Losing her killed a part of me so having this moment with her almost made it feel like I was whole again.

  “I don’t want you to stop Mason. I want you to make me feel again. I want you forever.” I couldn’t wipe the shocked look on my face if I tried. I knew she still wanted me but she wanted me the same way I wanted her?

  “If that’s what you want Peach,” I answered gruffly, centering my cock at her entrance while I held my body above hers. There was no going back after this. If she woke up tomorrow morning and regretted it all, I would remind her that she was mine now.

  “Fuck me, Mason.” She pleaded, her hand cupping my cheek. I listened to her, slamming inside her in one swift movement. I stilled for a second giving her a moment to adjust to my size. I didn’t know the last time she had sex, but I was going to assume it had been awhile from the look on her face.

  “Are you okay Peach?” I asked through gritted teeth holding off on moving even though I wanted to fuck until we were both spent. All the beer I had drunk was now out of my system.

  “Yeah, you're just bigger, or you seem bigger…” She moaned into my mouth as I smiled placing a kiss against the corner of her lip. I lifted her in my arms, forcing her to wrap both her hand around my neck. At this angle, I would be deeper and I could play with her tits while she bounced up and down on my cock.

  “No baby, you’ve just been with smaller, that’s all.” I slammed up right as I spoke causing her to land with both hands hard against my chest.

  “Mason…” She grumbled, but I brushed it off, moving her hips back and forth while giving us both the pleasure we desperately deserved. My grip on her hips grew tighter as she moved up and down my length, her blue green eyes fluttering closed as she took from me every single inch she could.

  “Fuck yeah, fuck me Peach. I know that pussy of yours can take every inch of my cock…” My dirty words were the cherry on top that got her moving faster, making the friction against my penis greater.

  “I need more… more…” She pleaded in a frenzy, her entire body shaking as her tits bounced up and down in front of me. I took my finger and rubbed slow circles against her clit knowing it would make her go off like a ticking time bomb.

  “Come Peach, squeeze my cock tight, fall apart and soak me, let me feel how good it is.” I watched as Georgia’s breaths turned to pants, her movements becoming jerky before she fell apart her body convulsing as the waves of euphoric pleasure slammed into her. Her pussy gripped me in a vice so tight I was sur
e she was going to push me out.

  “Ahhh…. Mason…” She cried out, and I loved it. I would never forget her moans of pleasure or the way she said my name as she fell apart on my cock. The need to fuck her into the next year was overtaking me.

  I flipped us so she was on the bottom and moved in and out of her at an intensity that shouldn’t be possible. Pleasure zinged through me, and I gripped the sheets, pressing harder into her middle.

  “It’s never felt this good Peach…” I groaned in her ear, before placing a soft kiss below it. Georgia’s nails were sinking deeper, and deeper into my flesh pushing me closer to the edge of sanity.

  “Come inside me, Mason.” She moaned, arching her back while pushing her tits into my face. I sucked one of the perky nipples into my mouth and pumped in and out of her a few more times before falling apart.

  My entire body shook as my seed filled her cunt to the brim. I groaned giving her my all as warmth filled my belly, and pleasure shot through me. For a second we were floating together, above the world without any worries. It was just Georgia and me in this moment and I didn’t want it to end ever.

  The smell of sex and sweat permeated the air as I rolled taking Georgia with me her head resting against my chest, right over my erratic heartbeat. She owned me, and this was the one sign I needed to know I couldn’t just let things go back to the way they had been before. I had to make Georgia mine again. I had to convince her to stay with me. The thought of losing her or hurting her wasn’t even something I could fathom.

  “I’m never going to leave you again Georgia. I’m never going to hurt you. I’m going to be the man you’ve always needed.” My voice was hushed as I threaded my fingers through her dark brown locks.

  Mine. The word slammed into my gut, claiming me. I could sense that Georgia had fallen into a restful sleep, her body resting against mine. When the morning sun came, I knew things would be different either in a good way or a bad way. I was prepared for it no matter what, and I would make Georgia mine again, no matter what.

  “I love you Peach,” I whispered, my own eyes fluttering closed. Being her made me feel like I was home and maybe that’s what I needed to come to peace with Blair and Dominic’s relationship.

  My own taste of love.

  Chapter Four

  Georgia

  I awoke the next morning with a tingling in my belly and as I shifted against the sheets, I realized that nothing I had experienced was actually a dream.

  Shit! I shoved up from the mattress, taking the white sheet with me as I did so. I failed to notice the handsome, shirtless, and clearly, well defined ex-boyfriend leaning against the door jamb.

  Tripping over my own two feet I landed on the hard wooden floor, thankfully with the sheet still wrapped around me. My eyes collided with Mason’s then and I understood why I had crawled into bed with him even against my better judgment.

  He was gorgeous, with abs of steel that I had a craving to lick. Sweat dripped down his forehead landing on the floor in front of me.

  “Good Morning Peach.” He drug out the sentence making my pussy clench. I wanted him again, and again. This was dangerous. He was dangerous and not just physically, he was dangerous to my damn heart and I had already put myself in harm's way.

  “We didn’t… Did we?” I squeezed my eyes closed, wishing I had some tequila to get me through the morning after.

  “Oh we did, and then we did it again in the middle of the night and let me tell you Peach, your pussy squeezed me so tight I was sure I was going to die.” My eyes popped open, and I took in the smirk that marred his rugged features. He looked well-rested, and dare I say happy to have me in his bed again.

  “This shouldn’t have happened and it can’t happen again.” I squealed the last part as he helped me to my feet, holding me close to his bare chest. My entire body was on fire from his touch.

  Be strong Georgia. Resist him.

  “I hate to tell you sweetheart but it’s happening again, and again…” He ground his rock hard cock into my pussy and I melted. Jesus, a man like this shouldn’t be able to do something as dangerous as that with his hips.

  “Have you forgotten something? Maybe the fact, that I hate you, or how about that you broke my heart or maybe that we're ex’s?” My eyebrow rose as I spoke, my voice getting weaker and weaker with every word said. I wasn’t immune to his charm and there was no way I could walk away from his body. I was caught in his trap and believe it or not I didn’t want to get out.

  He shook his head, a smirk pulling at his perfect lips. He was everything I wanted in a man and had he not broken my heart, maybe I would be pregnant with his kids, with a ring on my finger by now.

  “I haven’t forgotten my shit mistakes or how I hurt you, which is why I’m going to make it up to you. I’m going to please you every fucking day for the rest of my life Peach. Sure you can run from me, and tell me you hate me but I’m not taking no for an answer, not after last night. I’ve tasted you, I’ve felt you from the inside out and I can’t see myself without you another second of another day.”

  My mouth all but popped open before snapping closed again. Was he crazy? He had to be? Or maybe it was me who was crazy since I really wanted to take him up on his offer.

  “Do you hear yourself, Mason?” I had to remember I was still standing in nothing but a sheet in front of a man that owned a piece of my heart. All it would take is a flick of his wrist to remove this sheet, and then I would be left to his touch all over again.

  “I hear myself, but I also hear you…” His hand lifted to my shoulder where he brushed away a strand of hair. His touch was short-circuiting my brain.

  “I also see the way your body reacts to my touch, and the look in your eyes as I get closer to your lips…” I could feel his hot breath on my face. God, he was so fucking right but I didn’t want to admit it because admitting it meant defeat.

  “I don’t want my heartbroken again Mason.” Instead of admitting my arousal, which he could easily see, I admitted my feelings. Hating Mason was hard when all I wanted to do was love him.

  “And it never will be broken again… You’re mine. You’ve always been and I have every intention of filling your belly with our children and putting a diamond fucking ring on your finger.” His admission was more than I ever expected. What could I say to that?

  “Mason…” I was weak because I fucking wanted that. I wanted it so badly. I lifted a hand placing it against his chest in an effort to push him away, but I didn’t. I couldn’t.

  “Shhh Peach. Let me love you, let me give you a baby, a ring, this fucking house, my last name. Let me make up for being a piece of shit and I promise you, you’ll never go without. I’ll be the man you need, and the man you want. I’ll be your husband, your baby daddy, your support, your lover, whatever the fuck you want me to be I’ll be that for you Peach. Just let me be something…”

  My heart was begging to give into every word he had said while my brain was telling me it could all be a lie. I knew Mason loved me like I loved him, and I also knew he did what he needed to protect me. What he didn’t understand was that I didn’t need protecting.

  “I….” The words I can’t were on the tip of my tongue.

  “Don’t say you can’t when I know you want to Peach. Give us a chance, one more chance to let me prove to you that I can be the man you need me to be.” The second the plea left his lips I knew that I was going to say yes. Heartache hurt, but living without a man that truthfully wanted me for the rest of my life hurt more.

  The beating of Mason’s heart resonated through my hand, and all I could think was if you let this moment pass you’ll never know what the future could bring.

  “Okay, we can try…. But…” I didn’t even get the rest of my sentence out before I was being hauled up off the floor and into his big strong arms. My family may not approve, and my daddy might be pissed but if Mason stayed true to every word he spoke then there was nothing anyone could say about it.

  Mason pressed his li
ps against mine so fiercely It felt like he was trying to imprint a piece of his soul inside me and yet I kissed him back with the same intensity my hands making their way into his hair. I pulled the short locks, loving the rumble of pleasure that escaped his lips with every tug.

  “You're asking to be fucked Peach, you know that right?” Mason mumbled against my lips, and I took that moment to bite his bottom lip, hard. When I pulled away, I let the sheet that separated our body’s fall to the floor, leaving me completely naked in his arms.

  “I’m not asking Mason. I’m telling you to fuck me.” Somehow I had found my voice and when Mason smiled at me it was a dark, melt your panties off kind. I squirmed in his arms as he took and placed me on the couch in the living room. Without thought, he was ripping off his jeans and dropping to his knees before me, while forcing my thighs apart. His hands gripped my hips and angled my head back against the cushions forcing my legs to rest on his shoulders.

  “Next time you worry about me leaving ask yourself this…” His tongue dipped inside my pussy and I let out a deep moan. “Would another man do this for you?” He growled, flicking his tongue against my swollen clit.

  “No, no there is no one else…” I purred like a kitty begging for affection.

  “Good, because this pussy has, and always will be mine. Now hold on Peach, I’m going to lick, and suck on this perfect clit of yours until you explode against my tongue.” Was it possible to come just from someone’s dirty words?

  “Mason… Oh dear lord…” I panted, feeling his tongue invade my pussy. He swirled the tip of his tongue around the entrance of my pussy, well his fingers spread my lips apart exposing my swollen clit to the cool air.

  I tried with all my might to watch as he curled his tongue and dipped in and out of my tight entrance. “Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh…” I screamed feeling more pleasure than I ever had before. My toes curled, and my legs shook as he continued his assault on my pussy.

  “Mmmmm, you fucking taste like a juicy peach baby…” Mason pulled away licking his lips, and a strange feeling filled my belly. I wanted to kiss him, and lick away the arousal, my arousal that lingered on his lips.