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 lips 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.

I bit my bottom lip as I stared up at him, his muscles bulging as he maneuvered me with ease. He was a fucking tank, and I wanted to climb him like a tree.

“Keep looking at me like that Peach I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk…” Mason growled as he centered his cock at my entrance. He had me nearly bent in half with my ass and pussy in the air and my legs almost behind my head. Air rushed into my lungs as the tip of his length pressed against my tight entrance his huge hands pressing against my thighs forcing my legs apart.

“Fuck me…” I hissed, wanting, and needing his touch. He smiled down at me, a look of possession and love reflecting back at me in his eyes.

“Patience Peach, a pussy like yours deserves to be treated like a queen, with proper licking, fingering, and fucking, and if you’re a good girl, I’ll take your ass next…” The thought alone was almost too much to handle. I had never thought about anal but with a man like Mason, I just might.

Very slowly Mason slipped into me, each inch taking my breath away. Once he was fully seated inside me, he stopped his eyes demanding mine to meet his.

“Mason…” I moaned, my hands gripping onto the couch cushion.

“I know baby, I know…” He gritted his teeth, pulling all the way out. I became mesmerized as he moved in and out of me, his cock glistening with my arousal from every slow, and steady stroke.

“More… Please… I need more…” I cried out, wanting to be fucked into complete submission by this man. My body needed his power, his fierce strokes to send me over the edge. With one single look he gave me just that, he moved placing one foot on the cushion next to my hand while keeping the other on the wood floor, then he moved, really really fucking moved.

“Jesus Peach, do you have to be so tight, every single stroke has me wanting to explode…” Mason’s voice held a dark edge to it, an edge I wanted to feel.

“Let go, Mason, fuck me, please fuck me…” I whimpered, and seconds later all control was lost. The sound of our bodies coming together along with our pants and my pleas for more filled the air. Every thrust and stroke were more than I had ever felt before, my body lingering on the edge of pain and pleasure.

“Fuck! Come Peach, squeeze my cock with your tight cunt…” I held on tight, my body flying over the edge as soon as he adjusted his hips, his cock slamming off the back of my womb. Butterflies exploded deep in my belly, and my eyes flickered closed. I felt nothing, and everything all at once.

Mason was more than just a man he was my man, my everything. He always had been, and it was obvious he just needed to fuck that memory back into my mind.

“God, Mason, God….” I cried out, my voice wobbling. I could feel tears behind my lids as I continued to fall apart and into the arms of the man I had never stopped loving.

“Hold on tight Peach, I’m about to destroy this perfect pussy…” The roar that ripped from Mason’s throat forced my eyes open and I watched with pleasure as he fucked me so hard I knew I would feel it for the next week. His grip was bruising but the pain from all of it was delicious.

With one final thrust, he exploded, his release filling my cunt to the brim with cum. I could feel the warm, sticky substance oozing out of my entrance, and though it might have been gross to some, it felt erotic to me.

Mason had already owned my heart, now he owned my body. The hard part would be making my brain forgive him for the hurt he had caused me.

“I fucking love you Peach.” He whispered, pulling all the way out of me, before pressing a small kiss to my sweaty forehead.

“That was good, more than good…” I grimaced as I sat up. My pussy was already sore because of this man.

Mason smirked at me as if he already knew how good he was. “Believe me I know Peach. Your pussy was made for my cock. It’s as if we have the perfect fit…” I smiled, feeling whole for the first time in forever.

Without Mason, I was a shell of the person I used to be, but with him, I was exactly who I wanted to be.

“I love you,” I whispered the words falling from my lips before I could stop them. Mason stared at me before taking the spot on the couch next to me, his arms wrapping around me. He was the glue that was needed to keep me together.

“We’ve got each other now, and I’ll never fucking hurt you Peach. I’ll never leave you. I love you, and nothing will ever change that. Nothing.” I melted into his chest as the words sunk deeper into my brain.

“Good because I forgive you for making a mistake, and thinking that you could protect me. You should’ve let me make the choice Mason.” I ordered, giving him a little sass. He laughed, his perfectly shaped abs shaking.

“I like the sass Peach, it makes me want to fuck you again.” He teased, his fingers delving deep into my hair as he brought my lips to his, kissing the life back into me. He stole my breath and broke my heart, and then he came back into my life and pieced it back together. He gave me a reason to believe in happily ever afters.

“I don’t know if I can handle any more of you for the day…” I frowned because honestly, I was sad that I was feeling sore. I wanted him to fuck me, again, and again until I couldn’t stand or walk.

He ran his finger against my bottom lip. “That’s alright we’ve got somewhere we need to go in a little while. I need to make things right with others, now that I’ve made them right with you.” I titled my head in confusion at him. What had Mason gotten himself into?

“Is everything okay?” I asked concerned for the man I loved.

“Of course Peach. Or it will be shortly.” He winked, and my body grew hot all over again. Dammit. I wanted him to screw me again, and we had just gotten done two seconds ago.