Chapter Eight
Mackenzie
I sent Lexy back to our apartment to wait. If things went badly for Jason, they would probably head to his mansion to get me, and I didn’t want Lexy to be involved. I hugged her tightly, and she wished me luck.
I hadn’t liked leaving Jason behind, but he had a plan, and only he could execute it. There was a chance that his place in society could save him if he was able to create enough doubt in their eyes about the claims Susan was making. There were dead bodies littered all over that office, however, and that didn’t look good for anyone.
Once I arrived at the mansion, I turned some lights on and then spent my time worrying. I paced back and forth from room to room, slowly going crazy. The more I paced, the more I regretted leaving Jason behind. I hated standing there waiting, not knowing what was going on. I wondered if James had gone back to my apartment with Janelle or if they had stayed behind to wait for Jason. I hadn’t understood the “flashing lights” request that Jason had made, either.
I waited and waited and worried and worried. The longer I waited, the less likely it seemed that he was going to come home to me. It would be the first promise he had broken. But I guess I couldn’t hold him totally responsible for not keeping his word. Things had gotten out of hand, and we had all underestimated Susan and what she was willing to do to get her way.
I didn’t know what I would do if I lost Jason so soon after finding him. We had gone through so much together in such a short period of time that I found it hard to believe it could end without warning. I didn’t want it to end. I wanted to see what the next chapter in life held for us. It hurt me to think I wouldn’t get that chance.
I would have to save him. There was just no way around it. I needed to come up with a plan and figure out my next steps. If the police took him in, I’d need to case the place to get him out, and that would require explosives. If they injured him, he’d be brought to the hospital. Getting him out of there would be a piece of cake. They would have an officer guarding the door, but an officer would be no match for a woman who knew how to scale the outside of a building. I’d just enter through his hospital window. Thievery did have its advantages…
The front door opened, and I spun around to see Jason walking through it. He was home! I rushed to him and jumped into his arms, causing us to tumble to the floor. I giggled as I kissed his face all over, so happy he had arrived home to me in one piece.
He laughed and kissed me on the lips. His kisses became more fevered, and I moaned underneath them. I needed him to erase all the pain and hurt I had experienced in the past few days as well as in my life. I wanted him badly, and my kiss let him know that. He growled in response.
I stopped and looked into his eyes. “I love you so much, Jason.”
He cupped my face and smiled. “I love you, too, sweetheart.”
He kissed me again and lingered, slowly slipping his tongue into my mouth. I accepted it and sucked gently on it, tasting him. His arms wrapped around me, and his hands found their way to my ass. I kissed him even more intensely and began rubbing his cock through his pants. It wasn’t long before he was hard as a rock—a very large rock. I ran my hand slowly across his erection then traced my finger around the outline of his cock as it strained against the fabric of his pants. He moaned and moved his hips suggestively.
“How do you like that, Jason? I got you nice and hard.”
“And I’m going to fuck you so good with that hard cock, baby.”
I moaned, the anticipation igniting a fire between my legs. We were rolling around right there in the entryway, too focused on our desire to move elsewhere. I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought him in for another kiss. He sat up, pulled his T-shirt off, and tossed it aside. Then he took off his pants and his briefs. His hard, naked body looked so hot I could barely contain myself.
He knelt in front of me and pulled off my black tank top and unclasped my bra. He immediately took one of my nipples in his mouth and sucked on it greedily. I gasped when his teeth scraped roughly over it. The sensation made my pussy throb, and I wanted his cock that much more. I lifted my bottom up and wiggled out of my dark pants and then my panties. I pushed Jason back so he had a full view when I opened my legs wide, my pussy glistening and swollen with desire. I reached down and spread my lips so he could see the opening waiting for his cock’s entry.
I was giving him plenty of motivation to hurry up and fuck me, but he made me wait while he bent down before me and feasted on my pussy. I moaned loudly, loving the feel of his tongue licking and probing and tasting. He was so busy eating me that I almost forgot how badly I wanted him to fuck me. I writhed on the floor as he sucked and nibbled my clit. I knew Jason was claiming me as his own, and I allowed it because it turned me on so much and because I wanted to be his, and I wanted him to be mine.
While still licking my clit, he slowly slipped two fingers inside me. I moaned appreciatively as he pumped into me hard, curled fingers pounding against my G-spot. My mind swirled with the intensity building inside me. I knew what was coming—he would slide his cock into me right there on the floor and claim me once again. Jason was very well-endowed, and it was always an overwhelming feeling when he entered me, especially when he was going in hard and fast. It hit every pleasurable nerve inside me.
He stood up, pulled me off the floor, and pushed me up against the door. “Turn around, baby. I want to fuck you from behind.”
He didn’t need to ask me twice. I immediately turned around and pushed my ass in the air. “Fuck me, Jason. Fuck me hard.”
That was all the encouragement he needed to plunge his thick, throbbing cock inside me. I cried out at the pressure of his size pushing into me. Having all of him inside me was ecstasy. His thrusting in and out sent electric sparks through my body. I squeezed, increasing the sensation of fullness. I couldn’t get enough of him. He was my man, and I needed his cock inside me as deep as it could go.
“Please, Jason, more. I need it all.”
He pounded roughly against me, and I cried out with every thrust. He rubbed and slapped my ass with each thrust. Then he slowed but pushed deeper each time he entered me.
“Jason, baby, you feel so good.”
“Your pussy feels incredible, Mackenzie. God, I was so worried about you. I can’t ever lose you.”
He reached around to stroke my clit. He liked giving me double the pleasure whenever he had the chance. It filled my senses and made my legs shake. He rubbed my clit harder, and I started to feel dizzy from the intense pleasure he was giving me. Jason’s thrusting quickened, and his cock assaulted me with incredible sensations that electrified every nerve ending. Then he went back to fucking me slowly. I was so wet that his cock slid like silk inside me. He rubbed my clit between two fingers, and I was overwhelmed with erotic sensations.
“There you go, baby. That feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Oh Jason, yes.”
His thrusting quickened in speed and intensity. I felt the familiar and delicious tension building between my legs, and I knew that an orgasm was going to rock me very soon. It felt so good having him tease my clit while he fucked me.
“Oh Jason, I’m going to cum!”
He pumped into me until my body stiffened then spasmed violently, and I screamed in release. With my pussy pulsing and clenching his cock, I felt him spill a hot stream of cum deep inside me. When we were both spent, he pulled gently out of me. I curled into him, and he wrapped his strong arms around me.