I can’t sleep.

I can’t even get comfortable.

I had a long hot shower then laid down. Within ten minutes, I couldn’t handle lying for a single second more, my mind overtook everything and sent me over the edge. So now, for some strange reason, I find myself walking toward Mason’s room. I’m not sure why. I guess, part of me wants to know more. More about what they’re going to do. More about how deep Enzo was in with drugs. More about everything.

I have no idea if he’ll be asleep yet, or if he’s awake and I’m going to annoy the ever-loving shit out of him coming in here.

Either way, I’m still doing it.

I reach his door and knock a few times, but I don’t hear anything inside. I turn the door handle and crack it open carefully, peering in. He isn’t in his bed, but the television is on and the sheets are back, which means he’s obviously getting ready to be in his bed. I step in, leaving the door open, and call out softly but hear nothing. I walk in farther and glance at the bathroom just as the door opens and Mason steps out.

I halt. Unable to move. Unable to breathe.

I just stand there, completely frozen in spot.

He’s naked. Blissfully, gloriously, naked.

Every inch of his hard body is glistening from his shower, his long hair is unbraided and loose around his shoulders, water droplets coming off the ends and rolling down his chest. His cock hangs heavy between his legs, and good lord, I can’t look away. I don’t want to look away. I want to lunge at him, every inch of my body is screaming at me to attack, in the best possible way, of course.

My knees shake, and I whisper, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were ... uh ...”

Why haven’t I run out of this room yet?

Why am I still standing here?

Why am I hoping he’ll stride over and ...

Good lord.

He’s striding over.

Like a lion on a hunt. His eyes are intense. So fucking intense I can’t breathe for a few torturous seconds as he stalks toward me. On a mission.

“Ma—” I begin, but he reaches me, leans down, curls both hands around my ass, and launches me up and into his arms.

I don’t protest.

I don’t even want to try.

My mouth finds his and I kiss him; I kiss him so hard my lips burn, but it’s the best feeling in the whole world. It feels incredible, so fucking good. He kisses me back, lips warm from the shower, body hard and wet. I reach for that thick, long hair, and tangle my fingers through it, tugging, bringing his lips closer even though they’re already smashed against mine.

More.

I need more.

He walks to the bed and drops me down, and I bounce just a little before his hands go to my panties and he grabs hold of them. “What the fuck did I say about walkin’ about my house in these?”

I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.

“I said I’d fuck you. And now, I’m goin’ to fuck you.”

The panties disappear quickly, sliding off my body with little to no effort. And then his big body is looming over mine, going for my cotton tank and jerking it up and over my head, leaving me as naked as him and equally as aroused.

“Fuck,” he growls. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”

God damn.

My pussy just became team Mason.

His mouth drops to my neck, and he starts kissing and licking, slowly moving down over my flesh, making me quiver with every second that passes. Down over my collar bone he moves, over my chest, until he reaches my breasts. His mouth curls around my nipple, and I gasp, arching up, causing his big hands to find my hips and pin me back down. He’s so dominant, so strong, so fucking powerful. There is no control when it comes to Mason.

He makes the rules.

He licks and sucks until I’m gasping and my breath hitches. I try to thrust up into him, but he isn’t allowing me any access. He’s taking what he wants, and only what he wants. He releases a hand from my hip and slides it between my thighs, finding me soaked and ready. With a growl against my nipple, he slips a finger inside me and starts rotating it around, in small circles at first, and then putting a little more pressure on. He’s not thrusting his finger, not fucking me with it, but instead rubbing that bundle of nerves inside me.

Oh.

My.

God.

I moan his name and arch up, needing him, feeling far too many things at once.

His finger keeps swirling, and his mouth keeps licking, and just before I’m about to cum from the pleasure, he stops all of it. A pained whimper leaves my throat as he slides his finger from my pussy, and brings it up to my mouth, slipping it between my lips.

“When you cum, it’s around my cock. Understand?”

I nod, sucking his finger, making a deep throaty moan slide up and out of his mouth.

“You protected?” he asks me, slipping the finger from my lips.

I lick them, and nod.

“You clean?”

I nod again, then whisper, “Are you?”

He nods, and my eyes flash.

“I’m goin’ to fuck you now, but know this, Saskia, it’s the first of many fuckin’ times. What I want, I get. And right now, I want you.”

Oh, boy.

“Get on your hands and knees.”

So demanding. So dominant. I can’t breathe.

I push up and turn onto my hands and knees. This, by far, has to be one of my favorite positions. I feel everything, all of it, deep inside me. And with Mason, I know I’ll feel it right where I need to feel it. Deep. Hard. Ecstasy.

His hand slides over my ass, curving around the shape of it, before squeezing softly. And then he’s behind me, one hand pressing between my shoulder blades to push my chest down onto the bed. Oh, lord. Yes. His hand glides down my spine and he uses the other hand to position his cock at my entrance and, with one, hard stroke, he’s inside me. I whimper as my body, yet again, stretches around him.

It feels incredible.

“Mason,” I whimper.

He pulls back and slams back in, causing his name to come out garbled as it mixes with a moan. He starts fucking me hard, slamming his hips into mine, his balls slapping my clit, his body, powerful and strong, pushing mine further and further up the bed. His hands are on my ass, and good lord, I can’t think straight. I’m going to cum so hard people three blocks down will hear me screaming his name.

And just as I’m about to, he stops, slowing the pace so he’s merely dragging his cock in and out of my pussy, taking it right out and sliding it back in. Carefully. Slowly. Tormenting me in the worst possible way.

Because it feels incredible.

And I need him to fuck me hard.

“Mason,” I whimper, clutching the sheets. “Please.”

“When I’m ready,” he growls, his voice raspy from pleasure.

Fuck, I want to hear that sound every day for the rest of my life.

“Please,” I beg again.

He just keeps dragging his cock in and out, slowly, like he has all day and not a care in the world. The thick length glides into my body, and then out, and then back in again. His hands stroke over my ass, down the cheeks, up my spine, smoothing over my skin in a gentle caress.

“Please,” I gasp, trying to push back on him.

“When. I’m. Ready.”

I make a pained sound in my throat, and then he slams his cock into me, knocking all thoughts from my mind.

And then he’s fucking me again.

Hard, just like he was before.

The orgasm that tears through me is unlike anything I’ve ever felt in my life. It’s so powerful my screams become ragged and raspy. I clutch the sheets and his name leaves my lips over and over as the most incredible sensation grips my body, taking me to another place, leaving me completely breathless.

And then he’s fucking me so hard the bed is creaking, and he’s growling something low under his breath, and then he’s coming inside me. I can feel every pulse of his cock, and the sounds that leave his throat make me tighten around him. Those sounds, knowing I created them.

Pure bliss.