“Mason!” I had to hold her hips down as her body bucked up to ride my face. And hearing her scream my name was everything I ever imagined it would be.
I wiped my face off on the inside of her right thigh and then made my way back up her body. And it was a journey I wanted to keep making for the rest of my life.
I wanted to spend more time tasting and teasing her, but my dick was about to burst open. I couldn’t wait any longer.
Shane’s body was trembling in waves of aftershock and she was covered in a light layer of sweat. Her chest was heaving, and her lips were parted, trying to catch her breath. And, I swear to God, I’d never seen a more beautiful site.
And-because, apparently, I’m an insecure bastard when it came to Shane-I said, “Tell me the first orgasm you’ve ever had was just now, all over my face.”
I was covering her body completely as she looked up into my face and tried to focus. I loved that she looked high out of her mind. Her hands slid underneath my propped up arms and came around to my shoulder blades as she held me to her. “Mason…that was…” She couldn’t even finish her sentence, and I wanted to howl at the moon and beat on my fucking chest.
In my head, what I did next, made total sense. Shane was feeling loose and languid and I figured now would be the time to breach her virginity before she got nervous and tensed up again.
So, while she was still basking in the aftermath of her climax, I pulled my hips back, and because her legs were still spread wide open, I slammed my cock home.
“Mason!” Her scream was so loud and piercing, I was sure someone was going to call the cops.
But I didn’t give a fuck. The pleasure of being inside her was so great; I thought I was going to pass out. The only thing that was keeping me conscious was the stinging pain emitting off my back from the groves her nails carved down my back. I could actually feel little trickles of blood oozing from her marks.
However, turnabout was fair play. It only seems right I should be in pain when she was withering beneath me from it.
When her back fell back down onto the bed from her bowed screaming, I saw that she had tears streaming down the side of her face. I felt like shit, but her pain was so fucking breathtaking that a sick, dark part of me wanted to keep hurting her; keep marking her and ruining her.
But my conscience got the better of me. Still propped up on my elbows, I used my free hands to wipe away her tears. “I know, baby,” I tried to reassure her. “I know, but I need you to relax for me, Shane.”
“Mason, it…it hurts so bad,” she sobbed.
I never thought there’d ever be a day when I would curse my luck in having a big dick, but that day was here wrapped around in all the pain in Shane’s eyes. “I know, baby, but listen to me, okay?” I waited until she gave her chin a small jerk and begged, “You need to relax your body, Shane. I know it hurts, and I’m sorry, baby, I’m so sorry, but there’s nothing I can do about the size of my dick, so you have to relax so you can take me, and I can make it feel good for you.” I leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I’m begging you, Shane, please relax so I can make the pain go away.”
I made sure I kept held her gaze to mine as I gave her all the time she needed to relax her muscles and give my cock some breathing room. Her hand found my biceps, and she held on as I slowly started moving in and out of her body.
I had to grit my teeth and use every ounce of self-control I possessed to not cum after only a handful of pumps into her tight as fuck pussy. It felt like her body was strangling my cock and the anticipation of how it would feel when she came all over me had me on the edge of insanity.
It wasn’t a few moments later that the sounds of her first moan reached my ears and it was the sweetest thing I had ever heard. I picked up the pace, and soon, Shane was spreading her legs wider to accommodate my thrusts and we were steadily fucking.
Little bits and pieces of my mind and soul were destroyed with every push into her body. I was going to give this girl every single piece of me. “God, you feel so fucking good, baby,” I hissed out, as her snug cunt squeezed me.
Her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed, but she was coherent enough to reply, “Mason, I…I think it’s…it’s happening again.”
“Fuck yeah,” I bit out, as I really started fucking her pussy. “Cum all over my cock, baby.” I looked down at where our bodies joined and with each pull of my cock, I could see it covered in her blood and the sight made me positively feral. “Cum for me, Shane. I want my cock soaked in your blood and your sweet cum, baby.”
Her tiny hands clenched around my arms and her body tightened as she came all over me. “Mason! Oh, god, Mason!”
I kept pumping into her, riding her through her orgasm and it wasn’t until her body collapsed that unloaded everything I had inside her sweet, tight body. “Jesus fuck, Shane,” I grounded out.
She took all of my weight as we laid there silently trying to collect ourselves. After a moment or two, I pulled out of her body and rolled over, gathering her up in my arms, ignoring the sting on my back.
Nothing could ruin this moment.
The room was silent except for our heaving breathing and the only movement in the room was my hand running up and down Shane’s arm as she was cuddle next to me. I was still reeling from being inside her when she whispered, “Everything was perfect, Mason. Even the pain.”
I stilled, then replied, “Good, because by the time I’m done with you, that’s all you’re going to feel.”
Chapter 15
Shane~
My eyes fluttered open, and all I wanted to do was close them again and sleep the entire day away.
I could feel soreness radiating all over my body. Even my toes hurt.
Mason hadn’t been kidding when he had told me that, by the time he was done with me, I’d be a ruined mess and feel nothing but pain.
But, Sweet Jesus, what a way to be ruined.
After the initial excruciating pain of his invasion, the rest of the night was nothing but unimaginable pleasure. He pleasured me in ways that never crossed my mind whenever I thought about sex.
Mason kept true to his word, and by the time he let up on me, the sun was coming up and he had kissed and licked every inch of my skin.
His possession of me had been a constant shock to my system all night long. He had no regard for my modesty. He hadn’t given me time to get comfortable around him or with the things we were doing. Mason went for it all and I hadn’t protested once.
After our first time, we had showered, and I’ll never forget the look on his face as he washed my virginity’s blood off his dick. He looked like he wanted to leave it there. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he had snapped a picture of his blood covered dick and used it has his phone’s screen saver, that’s how forlorn he looked as he washed me away.
Little had I know that would not be the only shower of the night, either.
Once we were both clean, Mason had pushed me to my knees and talked me through my first blow job. And he wasn’t polite about it at all. He was very vocal about how he felt in my mouth. By the time he came, I felt as if I had been pleasuring him for years. And I’ll never forget how turned on I got when he pushed my face back and uttered the most filthiest things as he came on my face.
After he washed my face, he had carried me back to the bed where he licked and teased my center again, before making me straddle him and ride his cock. Mason never gave me a chance to be embarrassed or let my bones settle in apprehension. He was a fury of uncontrolled craving, from missionary to ramming into me from behind. He took me four times last night, and it felt as if each time got better. I finally passed out around 3 AM, and a small part of me wished I had had the stamina to stay up longer.
Finally, making the decision that I couldn’t stay in bed all day long, I sat up, and cursing my aches and pains once again, I noticed that there wasn’t any evidence of Mason anywhere.
He left.
He freakin’ left me.
; The swift kick of abandonment paralyzed my mind. I felt bereft. But before I could cry, panic, rage or throw myself out the window in a four-story drop, Mason came walking through the bedroom door, fully clothed and looking like he’s been awake for hours.
He took one look at my face and knew something was wrong. He rushed over and sat down next to me. “What’s wrong, baby? Are you…did I…are you hurt?”
I shook my head, and even though my eyes were dry, you could hear the brokenness in my voice. “I…I thought you left me,” I admitted, unabashedly.
But instead of tender sympathy, Mason smirked and said, “That’s pretty stupid considering how obsessed I am with you.” I just stared at him, at a loss for how to respond to that. He sighed and placed a hand on my thigh over the sheet. “I do have to go, though. I texted Aiden and he should be here any minute. I was just coming in here to kiss you goodbye.”
And then my brain started working again. “You can’t kiss me, Mason. I have morning breath,” I pointed out, completely mortified.
He snorted at that, “Like I give a fuck, Shane.”
Before he could make contact, I jumped out of bed and ran-naked-to the bathroom. No way was Mason Buchanan going to kiss me while I had after party morning breath. I could hear the bastard laughing on the other side of the door as I brushed my teeth. I had noticed that he had placed another toothbrush from my value pack in my toothbrush cup, and while I probably should have felt upset that Mason, so obviously, made himself at home, I wasn’t. Instead, I felt…like I was a part of something.
I went pee-and that was a nightmare after the abuse my lower half had taken last night-and put on my robe that hung on the back of the bathroom door. I found Mason in the living room, his arms crossed over his chest, looking at me with the most stunning smile I had ever seen on a human being. My steps faltered and I almost face planted at the sight.
Mason Buchanan’s smile turned his beauty into…well, I didn’t know what. What’s the word that transcends beautiful, stunning, magnificent????
He uncrossed his arms and held them open for me to step into. “What’s wrong?”
I remained where I stood, still a little shell-shocked. “Your smile…it’s…Jesus, Mason, you have got to be the most beautiful person on the planet,” I told him, honestly.
Mason rolled his eyes. “Come here,” he replied. I walked into his arms and as he wrapped his arms around me, he said, “It’s just looks, Shane, and they’re nothing compared to yours.” I straight up snorted into his chest at that. His arms tightened. “It’s true. When I look at you, all I see is the rest of my life. And it looks fucking perfect, baby.” A knock on the front door stopped me from bawling like an emotional fool.
I turned to head towards the door, but Mason pulled me back. “You’re not answering the door for my brother naked underneath that robe, Shane,” he explained casually, as if he were discussing the weather. A small smile touched my lips at his possessiveness. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever get used to the feeling of belonging to someone.
When Mason opened the door, it wasn’t Aiden standing there; it was Viola standing on the other side and she was on a mission. She walked right past him, forcing him to step back or be trampled. She was deep into my personal space when she asked, “Are you okay?”
Before I could answer, Mason’s phone chimed. He took a quick glance at it and said, “That’s Aiden. He’s here.” He walked back over towards me and kissed my temple. “I gotta go, but I’ll call you later.”
“Call me?”
He kissed my temple again, like he couldn’t help himself. “I programmed our phones with our numbers while you were sleeping.” And before I could even comment, he nodded at Viola and walked out of my apartment, locking and shutting the door behind him.
Viola’s screech snapped me out of my stupor. “What in the hell, Shane?”
“I need to sit down,” I uttered, and blessedly, Viola followed suit and dropped onto the couch with me. Actually, what I needed was probably to get dressed, but I was so exhausted.
“I’m dying here, Shane,” she exaggerated. “Did you sleep with him last night? Is he really your boyfriend? How did you guys meet? How do you know his brothers? How, what, when, where, why, Shane?” she asked, all dramatically.
I had to laugh at her theatrics. “Okay, okay…calm down, Vi,” I said, lowering my hands flat in a calming down gesture.
She huffed. “I will not calm down,” she retorted. “You are the only girl to ever fall into the folds of the Buchanan brothers, Shane. Whether you realize it or not, this is a big deal. You are, now, a big deal.” Viola kicked off her flip-flops and cuddled her legs underneath her body, as she got comfortable on the couch. “So, what’s going on?”
I took a deep breath and told her everything, from the first time I ever saw Mason to when he walked out of the door this morning, and her face conveyed every shock and awe I was feeling from the entire ordeal. I kept the details about our sexapades to just telling her that we slept together last night, but Viola knew I was a virgin, so she knew last night was pretty significant. I also left out Mason’s speech about belonging to him and how he said no one would love me as much as he would, because I felt that was private and I wasn’t about to share Mason’s business with anyone.
Viola let me talk uninterrupted and when I finally finished, she asked for clarification. “So you’re dating Mason Buchanan? You’re his official girlfriend?”
I nodded. “It seems so, Vi.”
She took a moment to absorb this and then her face lit up with one of her captivating smiles. “Oh my God, Shane, I’m so happy for you,” she gushed out.
I snorted. “Why? Because I finally got a boyfriend after 22 years?”
Her smile dipped and her face was all compassion when she said, “No. Because you’re the best person I know, and you deserve someone like Mason Buchanan.”
“Someone like Mason? Meaning?”
“Oh, Shane, babe,” she breathed. “Mason Buchanan is going to give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”
It was my worst fear hoping for that. “How do you know?”
“That man has reputedly gone 22 years without a girlfriend by choice. Now that he’s finally named one, that makes you more special than you could even imagine, in that man’s eyes.”
I wanted to believe her, but what happens when he realizes that I’m not all that special?
Chapter 16
Mason~
I heard a long, low whistle as I walked into the kitchen shirtless and barefoot from the shower. “Goddamn, Mase, what d’you do to the poor girl that she had to fight for her life?” Gabriel quipped.
“Fuck you, Gabe,” I replied, as I grabbed a bottled water from the fridge. I knew he was referring to the scratches on my back, but it couldn’t be helped. The wounds were deep, and I needed to air them out, so they’d dry and heal.
“Seriously, Mason, those look fucking brutal,” he added, now joining me in the kitchen.
I didn’t feel comfortable telling Gabriel Shane’s business before she had a chance to fully comprehend what it meant to be with me, but I trusted my brother-all my brothers-with everything I had. “She was a virgin,” I replied, explaining the gouge marks.
His brows pulled together. “What? She didn’t tell you before…well, before?”
I looked at my brother and let out a sigh. I knew where this was going and while it wasn’t his business, we didn’t make it a habit of keeping shit from each other. “No, she told me…”
Gabe scowled. “And you decided to tear into the girl regardless?” he barked out.
“No!” I barked back. What the fuck did he take me for?
Our raised voices brought Michael and Aiden out from their rooms. “What’s going on?” Aiden asked as soon as he and Michael reached the kitchen.
Gabriel was still scowling. “Ask Mason,” he spat out.
I closed my eyes and prayed for patience and Divine intervention. But, apparently, God wasn’t in an accommo
dating mood, because when I opened my eyes, all three of my brothers still stood before me awaiting an explanation. I sighed and went to get this over with. “Gabe’s concerned about some marks on my back…”
“Some marks?” Gabriel challenged. “Turn around, Mase, and let Michael and Aiden decide for themselves if those are just some marks.”
I hung my head down, let out a deep sigh and did as he asked. I wasn’t surprised at the vocal reactions that came from Aiden and Mike.
“What the fuck happened to you?”
“Jesus Christ, Mase. What the fuck?”
I turned back around and addressed Aiden first, “Nothing happened to me.”
“What the fuck, Mase,” Michael asked again.
“Apparently, Shane was a virgin before last night,” Gabriel bit out, cluing them in on the conversation we were having.
Aiden looked murderous, and I knew I was going to have to rein him in. While we all were vehemently opposed to violence against women, Aiden always went off the deep end when the subject was harming a female. Like I said, Aiden’s weakness was how much he loved women and it showed when an innocent woman was being mistreated.
“Look, I appreciate the concern you guys obviously have for Shane, but she’s fine,” I said, looking at Aiden. “The sting of her first time was unavoidable, but she is fine.” I nodded towards the end table in the living room. “Call her if you guys don’t believe me.”
And Michael-the little shit-trotted off, grabbed my phone, and he fucking called her, putting her on speaker as he made his way back to the kitchen.
Her voice came over the phone and I was immediately hit with how much I already missed her. “Hello?”
“Hey, Pretty Girl, how are you?” Michael said into the phone.
“Michael?” she asked, confusion lacing her voice. I had programmed my number in her phone under ‘My Man’, so her confusion was comforting to my pockets of insecurity.
“Yeah, and I’m here with Gabe, Aiden and Mase,” he informed her.
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